Life according to Peter is always colorful, very one sided and quite charming and/or comical if you learn to understand Peter "speak". He just has such a Peter way of looking at the world. I don't know if I can properly portray the funny "out-there-ishness" of this incident but I have to try.
The scene:
Saturday morning. A very busy day. I have a spin/cycle class to teach, then rush to Seth's soccer game while Dave and the other two boys start a long day of hauling gravel enough to cover the entire perimeter and sideyards of the back of our house.
Well into the heat of things (workwise, not temperature wise) I get a text, out of the blue. 11:07 a.m. to be exact. I receive it during Seth's game.
"Can you get me a Miami Heat tie and shirt please"
To which I respond, "I don't know." which I really meant: "What the heck is he asking me that for right now, and no way Jose."
Then I ask:
"How do you have time to text me when you are working" because he is supposed to be hauling load after load of gravel to the back yard"
His response:
"There are ways"
Explanation: The NBA playoffs are starting and Peter wants to show his allegiance to what he deems "America's Team", aka: the Miami Heat. A tie would allow him to display his affections at church while the shirt would allow it everywhere else. I do have this uncanny knack of finding him team shirts at consignment/ second hand stores. No Miami yet though.
Why he was thinking about it in the early stages of the yard project I don't know.
And he does. He really does have ways.
I have to say I really enjoy being able to text Peter. We have only dared let Peter have a cell phone since his 15 birthday and even then, without internet, he has found ways to overuse/abuse it. But overall he is a good boy and I like sending and receivng fun little Peterisms.
Here are a couple more:
April 5, 2:55 pm
Peter: "3 minutes til I get home. Can you type the password into the computer please"
meaning: Peter doesn't want to miss one second of playing on the computer when he gets home. The boys can't access to the computers at home without us there.
April 11, 11:18 am.
Peter: "Check me out"
Me: Peter why do you want me to check you out?
Peter: "IDK" (I don't know)
Me: "Are you okay?"
Peter: "Ya"
April 15 - 1:04 pm.
Peter: "Is it windy outside?"
Me: "Yes"
Meaning - Peter is hoping it is so windy that football practice gets cancelled. He has been very diligent but gets tired of going sometimes. It was cancelled once for a furious wind blowing in a big storm. This hasn't happened since.
April 17 - 3:54 pm.
From Peter's bedroom
Peter: "Can you please get me some trail mix"
Me:"Sure"
Peter: "Thank you"
It was just so cute. I think he might have even been doing some homework, which is rare. He texted so politely I delivered.
Crazy with them, couldn't live without them. The happenings of all 4 Stanley boys (Dad included), as experience by wife and mom.
Sunday, April 21, 2013
Sunday, April 7, 2013
one foot in front of the other
Sometimes I don't like publishing a blog because I censor myself (not my language, I'm not a cuss-er, but . censor my thoughts and reactions.)
This post's for me. For the one day, when all the boys are grown, doing well, having their own family challenges, and I will realize it did all turn out. I had to force out the other post I made tonight. I really had to dig deep to think of anything light-hearted thing to write. And I sure couldn't think of one inspirational thing to write, which is all the more discouraging considering we just listened to general conference today.
We don't even have any conference worthy challenging stories to share.
I just feel BLAH. Discouraged, and worn.
I know I will feel better soon, but today was more dominated by teasing, fighting, meltdowns from procrastinated homework, tantrums (yes from teens) over grounded electronics, depressing looks in the mirror, to name a few of the negatives.
Sometimes you just can't have perspective in the moment.
I know the moment will pass, but it can sure be lame.
I really want to list all the blessings of the last two-weeks, and they are many, many, many, but my heart isn't in them.
That is not true.
It's my mind wallowing in the discouragment.
My heart is in the blessings, and still touched by the spirit felt from listening to God's prophets.
I look forward to posting again, with a refreshed perspective.
Good Night
This post's for me. For the one day, when all the boys are grown, doing well, having their own family challenges, and I will realize it did all turn out. I had to force out the other post I made tonight. I really had to dig deep to think of anything light-hearted thing to write. And I sure couldn't think of one inspirational thing to write, which is all the more discouraging considering we just listened to general conference today.
We don't even have any conference worthy challenging stories to share.
I just feel BLAH. Discouraged, and worn.
I know I will feel better soon, but today was more dominated by teasing, fighting, meltdowns from procrastinated homework, tantrums (yes from teens) over grounded electronics, depressing looks in the mirror, to name a few of the negatives.
Sometimes you just can't have perspective in the moment.
I know the moment will pass, but it can sure be lame.
I really want to list all the blessings of the last two-weeks, and they are many, many, many, but my heart isn't in them.
That is not true.
It's my mind wallowing in the discouragment.
My heart is in the blessings, and still touched by the spirit felt from listening to God's prophets.
I look forward to posting again, with a refreshed perspective.
Good Night
Boys to Men Volume 4 - a democracy
I LOVE being the Boss. I suppose anyone that knows me even a little has easily sensed my type A/Red personality. Sigh.
Well being the boss at Stanley and Sons headquarters isn't always glamorous, well paying, or even highly respected. If only the subordinates were more easily bent to my will.
But now. . . in one way, I have bent to the will of the people. The teenage boy people.
T H E - - - S I L V E R W A R E - - - D R A W E R
Let me 'splain . . .
When moving to Arizona, we started over, with almost everything. Furniture, bedding, decor, pots and pans, the list goes on. One item, way down on the list, was the silverware drawer organizers. They get old, dingy looking, and scuffed, and I couldn't bear to put the old, used one, in my brand, spankin' new kitchen drawers.
So initially, before I had time to get a place for everything so that it could go in its newly designated place, the silverware/flatware/eating utensils (pick your title) all got dumped in one big roomy drawer.
And the dish-doers liked it. They REALLY liked it. Just dump and your done.
So as the weeks progressed, and the drawer organizer was still low on the list, the boys came to a decision.
They felt, as the most frequent doers of the dishes, that they would like to boycott the organizer permanently.
Well I ask you, fellow homemakers who may ever read this, or not, would you cave to such demands.
I decided rather quickly, why not?
It isn't that hard to find the individual forks, spoons, or knives we needed for our own or shared meals, so what is the big deal?
And so it remains, as long as I can stand it.
We had lots of company the last couple of weeks, and got several surprised and perplexed comments, the best one being "It's like a church kitchen", but it is working for us. And it isn't very often a suggestion of the pubescent is actually realistically applied to any situation so it is a win for them.
By the way - the rogue measuring spoons do NOT go in this drawer. Forks, spoons, and knives only. We even had a family night game to practice putting all the dishes in the right drawers and cupboards. Grrrrrrr.
At least they are doing the dishes, most of the time. :)
Well being the boss at Stanley and Sons headquarters isn't always glamorous, well paying, or even highly respected. If only the subordinates were more easily bent to my will.
But now. . . in one way, I have bent to the will of the people. The teenage boy people.
T H E - - - S I L V E R W A R E - - - D R A W E R
Let me 'splain . . .
When moving to Arizona, we started over, with almost everything. Furniture, bedding, decor, pots and pans, the list goes on. One item, way down on the list, was the silverware drawer organizers. They get old, dingy looking, and scuffed, and I couldn't bear to put the old, used one, in my brand, spankin' new kitchen drawers.
So initially, before I had time to get a place for everything so that it could go in its newly designated place, the silverware/flatware/eating utensils (pick your title) all got dumped in one big roomy drawer.
And the dish-doers liked it. They REALLY liked it. Just dump and your done.
So as the weeks progressed, and the drawer organizer was still low on the list, the boys came to a decision.
They felt, as the most frequent doers of the dishes, that they would like to boycott the organizer permanently.
Well I ask you, fellow homemakers who may ever read this, or not, would you cave to such demands.
I decided rather quickly, why not?
It isn't that hard to find the individual forks, spoons, or knives we needed for our own or shared meals, so what is the big deal?
And so it remains, as long as I can stand it.
We had lots of company the last couple of weeks, and got several surprised and perplexed comments, the best one being "It's like a church kitchen", but it is working for us. And it isn't very often a suggestion of the pubescent is actually realistically applied to any situation so it is a win for them.
By the way - the rogue measuring spoons do NOT go in this drawer. Forks, spoons, and knives only. We even had a family night game to practice putting all the dishes in the right drawers and cupboards. Grrrrrrr.
At least they are doing the dishes, most of the time. :)
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