Goodbye Blue!

He was a great house-guest, that Blue.  (Wait... I'm assuming it was "he" that was a great house-guest, is it possible it was "she?"  We may never know.)  He came to stay with us last week.  He was jiggled and sloshed and bounced across the street and into our home. 

He was possibly the most unassuming house guest we have ever had.  He never made a peep, nor requested something that we couldn't give him.  He didn't mind when we weren't around.  He was as gracious a guest as one could be, seemed to be content with his guestroom (a.k.a. our bathroom counter) and even shared the space with us.

He didn't cause any trouble (except a few minor panic-attacks to mom when she thought that the big boy may have gotten into the guestroom and opted to "hold" the guest... whew!-- didn't really ever happen.)  And another small panic attack when mom heard from the little boy that the fish "accidentally" got too much food.  Needless to say, we are so glad that Blue stayed alive for us the entire weekend (thank you, Blue!) 

Tonight he will get sloshed and jiggled and bounced back across the street to his real home.  He will be happy to back in familiar surroundings I am sure.  (... Or maybe "she" will be happy!)

Come again, Blue!  We'd be more than happy to have you.

Parenthood: An Endless Pop Quiz!

  

    Mom, how many atoms do you think there are in this room?  Are there google-plex atoms in the world?  What do you think mom?  Would you rather fall into a bottomless pit or jump with a bare belly onto a pile of fire-ants??  When will we be having dinner?  Can I have more chocolate chips?  Do bumblebees sting?  Have you seen where hornets have been going in the hole in the house?  Can I show you Mom?  Do you want to try my chalk maze?  Do you? Do you, Mom?   Do worms have brains?  Would you rather die of being freezing cold or of burning up from being too hot?  Mom, do mosquitos do anything good?  Why did God make things that don't do anything good?  Can we sing the song I liked?  Why do you say "mystery" mom?... when it's "pymestry"... everyone sings "pymestry."  Do you want to play this game? Do you like this game?  Do you really like search and find games mom?  What are dust mites? Do they bite?  Is this a bite from a dust mite?  Could it be from a spider?  Do you think I'm lactose intollerant?  Mom?  Can you look at this? 

Do you think we could build a fire tonight?  Can we do it sometime this week?  Can we have someone over?  Why are there bad words?  Is hell a bad word?  When we are in heaven, what age will we be?  Will we be old age (because I'd like to be like 33.)  How much money did this car cost?  How much money do you have mom?  Can we do something fun right now?  Dad?  Can you help me?  Can we get another dog?  Why do we have to wait? 

      And...this is why, when I sneak into the peaceful, dark, quiet bedroom each night, and peak up over the bunk bed and see a little boy resting his little head on his pillow and dreaming away in silence... I smile and go to rest my head on my pillow too.  Tomorrow will be full of many questions that I surely can't be prepared for!