My trip to Paris kicked off with a broken dishwasher, thought we got it fixed only to have the little wires and nut catch on fire after I left. I get to talk about that mess in Paris because I can effectively manage that situation over there. GRRRRRREAAAAATTTTT. Also prior to leaving for my trip, the boy comes home wrapped in Saran Wrap with an Ice Pack on his shoulder. EVEN BETTAH. He has ripped something up in his arm, and now he gets a bit of a reprieve from practice.
THEN I get the call that while our guy is downstairs,(I am in Paris) VirginiaBirginia is upstairs dismantling my chair because she knows there is wood to chew somewhere in that gigantic blue chew toy that mommy sat in, but has been gone a few days. Does mommy really deserve to have a seat when she gets back since she left me? Apparently NOT. (I am still in Paris at this point) Eh, meh, I sat on a plane for 8 hours, who needs to relax after that?
So the boy has now been assigned as a Defensive End for his football team and learning how to hit at practices has finally begun. How in the samhill did he end up Saran Wrapped if he wasn't already hitting? Just askin. Looking forward to tonight's pickup. Considering our morning started off with VirginiaBirginia strangely wiggling around and looking up at the shower as I started to run the water. Had I noticed the rainfall deflecting off my ceiling from the sprouting showerhead I might have figured it out quicker, rather than sliding across the wet floor. REALLY? Yes, really. Welcome home.
Changes After 4 Days
The boy walks in after I have been away for 4 days and he looks different already. REALLY? Yes really, I can hear the improvement in his English accent, he is tanner and I can see him filling out a bit from the bazillion Oreo cookies he consumes in a day and football practice. I should go to Paris more often to experience this rush of Awe. AND, during our breakfast chat this morning he informed me he all of the sudden started dreaming in English! The change is happening! WooHoo!
This is all starting as I will begin my Russian classes on Monday nights next week. I am hellbent on being able to communicate with his family, and "pick out Russians" on the street as he always does. It is a bit of a game we have when we are in a city. Who is the German? Who is the Russian? He is far more adept than I.
Food
Have you ever seen a kid head down to do their homework with two chewy bars and a bag of Oreos? Not only is he obsessed with the double stuff variety, da hubs found the snack pack ones for his lunch bag. His excitement over these little packs is hilarious. He loves them, but you have to hear his emphasis to truly appreciate his affection for the cookie packs. I had know idea they could generate such bliss. This is after dinner where I try to load him up with Protein. He has also found a new addiction to the Green Gatorade. The trips to Costco start tonight. Da Hubs had to run to the grocery store last night at 9pm for more meat and oreo cookies.
Following the Handbook
So the handbook did say that he would be exhausted, and oh law......how that has set in. He looked like he crawled out of a crypt this morning. Although he tells me "he does not know who this boy is that wakes up" I recognize him immediately as the skeleton from "Creep Show". This of course is all fixed with Chocolate Chip Pancakes (he's still eatin them) and Green Gatorade.
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