A little while ago Owen, my 7yo, came in and asked if he could have a piece of zucchini cake. I asked him if he had even attempted to clean his room. He ran off and came back a little later and said he picked up all his LEGOS. So I told him he may have a piece.
Then after he ate that he asked for an apple so I told him to have some actual lunch instead. So he starts making a cheese sandwich and tells me he is going to melt the cheese in the microwave. I roll my eyes and tell him if he wants a grilled cheese I will make him one but he has to wait a minute.
So he starts prepping the sandwich (butters the bread, slices the cheese for two sandwiches--one for him and one for Nora).
After I go to the bathroom and answer a call from my husband I start making the sandwiches. I look over at the zucchini cake and realize someone has scraped all the frosting off of it. I immediately suspect Nora, who is 2, because she has a tendency to do that. She shook her head and insisted it wasn't her. I look over at Owen and he has this big smile on his face.
Seven years old and he ate all the frosting off the cake and was acting like it was funny. He knows better. So I took away the fruit chews and apple juice he was having with his lunch and told him that after he was done eating his sandwich he needed to go to his room because he was naughty. He sat in silence eating and then went upstairs without a word.
Just a few minutes ago I sat down to eat and Nora comes running in mumbling something about paper and pointing towards the stairs and mentions Owen a few times. I had no clue what she was talking about but she ran off. She comes back with this piece of loose leaf paper wrapped in a string and says it was for me.
I open it up and it is a cute little drawing of a Christmas scene with Santa and snowmen stamps on it. Up at the top it says, "Mom love Owen."
Sometimes he really surprises me. He felt so bad for eating the frosting that he made me a card to try and make it better then had Nora deliver it since he wasn't allowed down the stairs.
Not only was the drawing and the intent so sweet but he wrote it himself. That, above all else, makes me well up with pride. Just a few months ago the only words he could write were Owen and cat. They were the only two he could read, too. Now he is writing sentences on his own and reading short books. And writing me little letters when he does something naughty.
That boy really gets to me sometimes...and sometimes it is in a good way, lol.
Thanks. :)
He drew a picture for my husband, too. It was adorable with him and Daddy chopping down a Christmas tree (which is hilarious since we have only ever had an artificial tree). What was best were his tiny little reindeer, with antlers and everything. I was cracking up at the detail in the tiny deer.
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awww! how swweet is that? aww,.your kids sound so cutte!and yea..maybe off subject but i think that youre so strong of a woman!{you know what i mean}