Kiss The Fiddler

Ramblings, moments of humor, random thoughts, experiences, insights, simple wisdom, and whatever else I feel like sharing.

Monday, September 16, 2013

Why Did The Chicken Cross The Road?

It's been a long hard day.  Well, weekend.  I've been struggling really hard with a migraine and that exhausts me.  A family member is having a pretty serious medical crisis and that's pretty stressful.  My wife is upset by said family member's medical stuff and that's stressful.  It's time to make applesauce and put up food for the winter.  There's too much to be done and not near enough time or energy for this mama to do it.

So I decided to go to bed early.  Luken was in bed.  Settled.  Calm.  I crawled into my bed and curled up.  I closed my eyes and savored the cool breeze coming in my open window.  Then I heard the small footfalls of Luken sweet boy coming from his bed, across his room, across the hall, into my room.  They stopped at the edge of my bed.  Very quietly, he said, "Mommy, why did the chicken cross the road?"

Not rolling over, I asked him, "Why, honey?"

"The chicken crossed the road so he could sleep with his mommy."  And he crawled into bed next to me.  All soft and warm.

I seriously have the sweetest little boy.  How lucky I am.


Thursday, September 5, 2013

A Gift

I had such a sweet experience this morning. Luken and I went to the Carousel, as we do several times a month. He rode and then asked if I'd ride with him. I asked the pony keeper, and even though I hadn't paid, she said yes. So I climbed on. 

Even before the ride began, I felt Luken relax against me. He was happy and laughing. Around and around we went, laughing and completely enjoying being in each other's presence. It felt so good! 

Then the ride ended and I felt the usual rigidity return to his small body. That three minute ride had a big impact on me. Luken doesn't relax. Not even really when he's asleep. So feeling him relaxed and happy against me was a big deal. It was such precious gift. 

For those of you who don't already know, A Carousel for Missoula offers free rides to persons living with a disability and their attendant.


Does not taste like eggs

Me:  Please don't lick your shoes, honey.

Luken:  Mommy, there's something on the bottom of my shoes.

Me:  Hmmm. . .

Luken:  I think it's chicken poop.


Luken:  Mom, chicken poop does NOT taste like eggs.

Luken:  I think I'm sick.  I'm probably gonna puke.  Probably at night time.

True story.


Wednesday, September 4, 2013

I Love to Watch You Grow

Today is Luken's first day of Kindergarten.  I'm thinking of how I want to set the tone for his school year.  I can sum it up like this.

I love to watch you grow.

And it's true.  All the new things Luken does, I love that.  When I see him struggle to acquire a new skill or think his way to a new idea - I love that.

Here is a brief pictorial of this morning's big event.

"Luken, please stand still so we can get a good picture of you."
His reply, "mouse farts!"

He is never still. 

A bit of apprehensive perhaps?  Good thing we had the ride to school to calm our nerves. 

Off he goes!

Bike wrestling.  Er, parking. 

It's such a big world.  And he's such a small boy. 

"Are you coming with me, Mommy?"

Oh, this could be fun.  He's found his spot at the table. 

I think he's gonna get along just fine here.  

My big boy . . . 

I love to watch you grow.