Conferences

We had conferences with the twins' teachers this week. Everything went fine. Emma, we found, is a great helper to the teacher, and she's very strong in math. Gavin is also doing well- very serious about his books and gets deeply involved in class discussions.

Gavin's teacher told me about an experiment they were doing, in which they tested what happens to different items after being soaked in Dr. Pepper and Diet Dr. Pepper. The teacher suggested that they try a different version of the experiment at home. Not trying to be a wise guy, Gavin raised his hand and said, "We don't have soda at home, but can I try it with beer?"

Best day ever

He got up this morning, rolled out of bed, and said to me with his eyes half open, "Today is the best day of my life for 3 reasons. Number one, today's the day I get my metal for hockey. Number 2, today I get to play goalie for hockey. Number 3, I get to play Wii on the same day as all that."

Quote from Gavin

In total seriousness - "Does Wal-mart really help you live better and save money?"

Breaking my heart...

The other day, I found Gavin with his elbows on the table and forehead resting in his hands, hovering over his cereal.  I asked him what was wrong.  He lifted his sweet little head, just enough to say through his crocodile tears, "I miss Duncan."  I tried to comfort him, saying, "I know you do, Buddy.  I miss him, too.  We all do.  He was such a great dog."  He kept crying, and I said, "Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?"  and he replied, "No, not unless you can bring him back from heaven, and I know there's no way you can do that!"

I just couldn't say anything- and did my best to fight back my own tears.  After 3 months, I still miss him so much.  He was the best!  (No offense to Lola- she's winning us over, too.)

Scratch that remark

Sometimes, I say things before I really think, and want to take back what I've said as soon as the words come out.  It's like I can see the words coming out of my mouth in slow motion, and want to stuff them back in before anybody actually can hear them.

Like this weekend, for example.  I had a conversation with Gavin about movies.  It went something like this...

G- When can I watch a PG13 movie?

Me- When you are 13.

G- What's after PG13?

Me- R.

G- What's after R?

Me- NC17

G- What's after NC17?

Me- X  (That is the word I wanted to take back)

G- What's after X?

Me- Nothing.

G- I bet X movies are really scary!

Me- Yep.

G- Do you and Daddy watch X movies?

Me- Nope.

G- Do Grandma and Grandpa watch X movies?

Me- I don't think so.

G- Do you know anybody who watches X movies?

Me- Not anyone I can think of.  Let's change the subject.

Social grace eludes him at times...

-like this weekend when he said to me- "Mommy, I think you need to start working out more."  I said, "Why do you say that?"  He answered, "Because of your legs."  And I said, "What about my legs."  And he said, "They're kind of floppy."

Thank you Gavin, for your brutal honesty!

May I please have a cookie?