Flowers For His True Love

Zip's at that stage. The flower bringing stage. Because I'm "so cute." And I'm "the sweetest." And because he "Just love's me." Sadly, it's slim pickin's this time of year, but that didn't stop him from finding this "beautifullest flower" because I'm "the cutest," and this rock is "pretty beautiful too." Because he loves me.

My Lunch with Silver Springs Networks

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Once Upon A Time...

Tizzy: What if a man fell in love with a woman, but she was one of those women that never wants to get married, and he said, "I love you so much, I want to marry you," but she said, "NO!" So he sang to her in his loveliest loudest voice, and she had to cover her ears, so he covered her with the largest of kisses, and she said, "Hey. You're kind of cute!"

Me: Did she marry him?

Tizzy: No. He turned into a frog.

Argument at Bedtime

T: Thanksgiving is for thanking the Pilgrims and the Indians.

Z: No, it's for thanking God.

T: Pilgrims and Indians.

Z: No, my teacher said we have to thank God.

T: You're wrong.

Z: MS. E SAID IT'S FOR THANKING GOD!!!

Brad: Guys, Guys, what's going on in here?

Z: Tizzy says that Thanksgiving is only for thanking the Pilgrims and the Indians, but my teacher said it's also for thanking God.

Brad: It's a day for being thankful for everything. That's why it's called Thanksgiving. Everything that we are thankful for we give thanks for that day.

T: Ooo-oH! So then I'll just draw some Pilgrims and Indians, some clouds in the sky and a bunch of turkeys!

Z: It's funny that God has a beard.

Special Delivery

I was sitting at my desk when Zip sauntered in and announced, “Someone knocked over our mailbox.”

“What?!”

“Someone knocked over our mailbox, but it was an accident.”

I ran outside to see the damage.

There at the end of my driveway was a woman in her early twenties, trying to gingerly prop our mailbox back into place while supporting a very expensive fiberglass bike with her hip.

“Are you alright?” I asked, calculating the cost of the narrow custom tires, which I’m guessing set her back a couple thousand dollars, not to mention the frame itself.

“Is your bike o.k?”

“Oh!” She laughed sheepishly, her cheeks flushing pink.

“I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happened. I looked down to change gears and when I looked up I was flying over the top of your mailbox!- I’m SO sorry!” she added once again, trying to position it back into place.

“Don’t worry about our mailbox.” I said. “It’s been knocked over before. I’m more worried about you and your bike. Are you alright?”

“I think so.” She looked up embarrassed like it was the first time she’d thought about it.

She dusted herself off and got onto her bike to see that everything was in working order. She circled back around, confirming that she was indeed fine.

“That’s a funny little boy you’ve got. I was lying on the ground trying to catch my breath when I looked up to find him standing over me.”

“You know you knocked over our mailbox” he said.

“But that’s O.K.”

I’m Back!

It’s been quite a while and I’ve missed you all, but it’s been a transformative break and very productive. I am now a Certified Personal Trainer and in the process of starting my business, Wise Physique. I will be getting my website up soon and will most likely be blogging over there as well, so I hope you will all check me out over there, as well as “follow” me if you like what you see. I’ll let you know when I’m up and running.

Over here - it’s still Zip n Tizzy.

Back in April, aside from needing to focus my energies elsewhere, I was having trouble writing about the boys. It was starting to feel odd writing down their stories in a public space, and I was also beginning to feel like the doting mother who has nothing better to talk about but her children. What I’ve found in the interim however, is that when I don’t write the stories down here, I don’t write the stories at all. Additionally I miss the relationships that I’ve developed with all of you. So I’m going to keep writing, and if I see you here, as opposed to there, I’ll assume my kids are more interesting than diet and exercise!