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It has been an extremely hectic week.  Vacation week for the kids at school so I worked from home two days while Walker watched whatever he wanted on television… because I am a responsible parent. 

He was truly a trooper for the days that I worked at home because every once in awhile he would come up and ask, "Mommy, can you play a game with me?" 

My earnest reply was, "Sorry but MOMMY’S GOTTA WORK." 

Needless to say I was under a deadline.  The deadline was met… barely …but met.  I get home from work late again on Thursday to the following conversation.

"Mommy, you aren’t going to see me when I get bigger you aren’t going to see me anymore."

"Umph,  so… why not?"  Remember I am trying not to be alarmed.

"I am going to the jungle."  He replied kind of matter-of-factly.

"Oh really, so… I have to know… how long do I have?  I mean how old are you going to be?"

"A hundred and three."

"Oh… so I have a little time."

"Do you want to come to the jungle with me?"

"No, honey I think I will stay right here."

"But you will be all alone Mommy."

"Well how about Peyton and Daddy?"

"They are coming to the jungle too."

"Well can you draw me a map so I can find you in the jungle?"

"I don’t know how to get there."  He replied sarcastically.

"Well how are you going to get there?"

"Daddy is going to drop me off."

He then turns to daddy and says, "Daddy, can we stop on the way so I can get my jungle suit before we go?"

"Mommy are you sure you don’t want to come to the jungle?  We are going to build a house just like this one."

"Who is going to build it?"

"You know… the builders."

So my week ended with my child wanting to move to the jungle.  After this past week… I think I just may change my mind and join him.  Do you think I have to wait until he is 103 years old?  Geez, I hope not.

 

For those of us here in New England you had the opportunity to see something amazing. I believe this was the first lunar eclipse that I have ever seen. We stayed up and kept checking it every 10 minutes or so. Since Walker was on school vacation he was still up at 9:00 when you could see the beginnings of what was going to happen. When the shadow started to take over the moon Walker, Rich and myself would go outside in the frigid weather and look up at the sky. Peyton was warm and snuggly in his crib. Walker looked up and saw, “Yeah, it’s the moon”. So needless to say Rich and I tried to explain the amazing phenomenon that was taking place right before our very eyes. So we kept picking him up every ten minutes until about 10:15 so that he could be a witness to this event. He wasn’t impressed. At his age I don’t think I was either. The image unveiled itself before our very eyes and the moon turned from a vivid white to a dark glowing red circle in the sky.

While we were watching a plane crosses across the sky.  To my amazement Walker asked, “Is that a shooting star?”  I answered, “… no honey just a plane.”  I did however, come real close to lying and keep his excitement.  

So… this morning I asked Walker, “Honey, do you remember what you saw last night.”

He matter-a-factly replied, “Yeah, the moon.”

Umh! I guess some true appreciation of nature’s wonders comes with age.

So the question is, “What does Ho Ho Ho mean to you?”  This all started when Walker was starting to speak.  We go through learning what all the animals say.  So you think… yeah so… what’s the big deal?  When Walker was just under 3 years old we started with the whole Santa story.  

“Walker, what does Santa say?”

“Ho Ho.”  He so proudly responds.

I chuckle and say, “Yes but remember it is Ho Ho Ho.”

“Oh that’s right… Santa has three Ho’s.”

He was obviously much too young to understand how wrong it was to say such a thing in public.  A few years pass and we thought we were out of the woods on this one.  Some of you know that my youngest is going through weekly speech therapy and learning quite alot.  So the conversations begin again.

“Peyton do you know what Santa says?  He says Ho Ho Ho.”

He replied, “Whoa, Whoa.”  He certainly gets credit for trying.

Here’s comes big brother Walker and says, “No No Peyton… remember Santa has three Ho’s.”

Some things are just too funny to forget but are so wrong to be so funny.