Heeeeeeeeeeere's Owie!

Well, here he is, my bald-headed stubbly boy. I can't believe how much has grown out already.


Amazing. I now understand why Chris has a spot worn out on the head-rest portion of his armchair. I went to kiss the boy good-night last night on the top of his head and got scruff burn. Not good.



Wednesnesday night was the Kiwanis Banquet for honors students in Crown Point. OMG. It was long and drawn out, but still a nice event. Trinity Lutheran was the.last.school. to get to announce their people. And we only had eight. Now just to give you an idea of what was going on here...there were 4 schools present...Taft MS, CPHS, St. Mary's and Trinity. Taft had about 50 kids, CPHS had 60 in the freshman class ALONE, 30 in the sophomore and about 20 juniors and seniors. Not everyone was present, thank the Lord.

Each honoree had to fill out an info sheet. Who you are, where you live, your parents' names, your awards, your hobbies, your future plans. They read these sheets. On every kid. EVERY.KID. Some of these kids have done a lot of shit, I can tell you that...and I heard all about it. And they weren't even serving booze, people, to help get me through it. Something about it being held in a school. 2.5 hours of me listening to "Susie won the art competition in the third grade" and how "Joe likes to take long walks on the beach." I'm not kidding. One hilarious freshman wrote that he likes to take long walks on the beach. I hope his parents appreciated his humor. It had to be hell to hear that read out loud while you're standing there in front of a room full of parents and students...about 200 of us at least. It was a much needed break in the monotony of it all.

So Alex's turn. Dear Lord. He spilled ketchup on his shirt at lunch. Of course he did. I was scrubbing it out before the event and told him to hold his certificate in front of his stomach when he was standing up there. There is no comfortable way for Alex to do anything that involves other people I've discovered.

My mother had given him a piece of gum and specifically asked me if he should spit it out before he goes up there. I said nah, he'll be all right. Someone smack me. Please. Hard. What was I thinking. In an effort to not chew his gum with his mouth open, he stood up there and chewed it...with his mouth closed...looking like some sort of rubber-faced, slack-jawed cartoon character. It was not all right. It was the very opposite of all right. And everytime I would gesture at him to.please.stop.chewing...he would turn red. And laugh. While he uncomfortably holds his certificate in front of the ketchup stain on his shirt. And the audience would laugh. Someone shoot me.


Can you see that he wants to light himself on fire? Really...he totally did. My son cannot handle this kind of attention on him. He was mortified. It was the funniest thing I've ever seen. I'm mean,I know this, to laugh at my son's pain. But it's good for him. Really. He'll have something to tell his therapist.

Pictures from the BBQ fest to come...I'm so excited I can hardly stand it.

Have a good weekend everyone!