Spiderman, spiderman...

I am a geek at heart, I am not good at remembering all the nitty gritty details when it comes to the geekhood but I like it none the less. I am quite proud to say that the boy is taking after me in the geekness and even better yet he does remember the details.

I have worked at my job for 10 years now, there are many new faces that I don't know names to but there are some old ones that I consider friends with. In my many hours at work sometimes to get through the day I find ways to amuse myself and hopefully others. One of those ways is at the end of some of my emails I put a note of "Thanks, from your friendly neighborhood AP girl". One of the guys I work with got a kick out of this and we have joked back and forth about this. He even sends me invoices to enter with some fancy artwork of the Spiderman symbol on it.

Well one day I had one of my girls bring me a package and inside was a Spiderman comic book, seriously made my day, I left it out for all to see and of course had to explain the inside joke. Well I did finally get around to telling my friend thanks for the comic, he said he was cleaning out some stuff at home and wanted to know if I wanted a few more. I gladly accepted to take these off his hands and brought them home to the boy. There are 8 in all, probably not worth anything but they are still great, the boy was so excited for them.

H made a thank you letter that I am to send out to him. It reads like below...

"Dear Mr. Q,

Thanks for the Spiderman comics I read the web of Spiderman spider-armor. I love Spiderman. Your the coolest. Too bad that I haven't met you in face.

Sincerely,

HIG"

He even drew a picture of Spiderman's face and on the back a picture of Venom's face with a screaming victim.

Fun Friday, okay so it's Monday...

This year in school they get to have Fun Friday's, as long as they don't have more than 4 punches (demerits) and they are caught up on their school work. This includes any number of things, last Friday they were supposed to walk to the CommonCents store to get Icees. Well not enough parents had volunteered to help out but it was also quite cold so Mrs. G ended up postponing it until Monday. I had planned on showing up on Friday but had completely forgotten so I made the effort to make sure I was there today because really come on this is totally cool in kid land.

I love to help out with his classes when I can, I don't get to do as much as I want because I have some serious deadlines at work but when I can make it work out I try as much as I can because when I show up to class for him H treats me completely different and even though I know he loves me I know he really shows it while I am there to help out. I am not sure if it is boasting that he has a parent to come in to help or what but it makes me a proud mother on one cute and adoring little boy when I am there.

When I showed up I was talking to the teacher and she had made mention that CommonsCents were not going to donate the Icees this year but she had gone in and begged them to reconsider, so an extra special thanks to Mrs. G and to CommonCents for making this happen especially with many companies making many cutbacks for such things. The kids LOVED this, they had so much fun.

The three boys in the middle are the terrible three as I call them now. Garrett, Hunter and Travis. Garrett has been friends with Hunter for years now, they have gone to the same day care and school since before kindergarten. Travis is a new friend of Hunter's who has just moved into our complex, he is a pretty good kid. Hunter makes friends so easy and many of them call him his best friend, but between Travis and Garrett I totally am sensing some strong competition for Hunter's attention, but he does a good job of mellowing them out in the end so it makes me proud of him.

Shopping with mom...

H for the most part is really good at shopping, there are a few things that happen that can get on my nerves though but as long as we are in a hurry we don't normally encounter problems like this.

First, avoid the toilet paper/paper towel aisles or you will need to check behind every one to find him.



Of course sometimes his "hiding" is not as good as he would like to think, but most parents know how that goes.




Second, avoid going towards the pillow sections, he will literally sit there until you go to find him and then he can't even get out by himself, you have to help him up.


And last but not least, avoid shoe shopping unless you want him wearing the booty socks the whole time, but really who can a void such a cute boy?

Remembering heroes and other things...

I know, how cliche but I remember talking to H about 9/11 a few months ago, this date is significant to America now and I usually don't hide things when it comes to my son, he asks and I may not explain all the gory or unfortunate details but he does get the truth.

9/11 happened in the same year he was born, he was just 8 months old and I was riding the bus on the way to work. On the back seat I had a walkman, not an iPod, and I was listening to my radio station I normally do on the way to work. I couldn't believe a word I was hearing, I cried the whole way, not much work got done in our office that day.

I have not been one that has wanted to have a family for a number of different reasons, listening to everything happening only reminded me why I didn't want to have children because it is hard for me to even think today on how we can live in a world with such tragedy, but I have learned to find the good in things, I struggle still with this but usually the best moments with my son help to remember what is right in the world.

There are many different heroes, some step up in the heat of the moment and others are heroes by choice. We just want to offer a wonderful thanks to any and all heroes but most importantly we want to make sure that any heroes that have fallen in duty your bravery is forever rewarded in our hearts.

Genius vs. dummy...

Okay, so the boy is old enough now that I give him chores.

Usually most of the chores are the ones that I had when I was younger growing up and hate to do even to this day. One of these chores is helping me to load the dishwasher, he is in charge of the silverware. No way he could screw this up and it was always the most tedious part of the dishes that I hated.

Now what urks me the most is I have done this for years and years but I never thought of what he has decided to do. When he puts the silverware in the dishwasher he sorts them out in the basket.

Why oh why have I never thought of this growing up and even in my adulthood? So a chore that took me 3 times as long as him now only takes him a matter of a minute at most to grab the clean silverware out of the basket and put them into the drawer. I tell you I don't know if I like my son being smarter than myself.

How fair is this that he has taken just moments to figure this out and I never have? I forget that he does this so when I have him do his chores before he can play and it takes such a short amount of time I just get more annoyed with myself.

Really...

The comment really is just for me, really has it been that long since I have blogged, I feel so bad.

School has started, my little one is now in 4th grade. He loves it, I don't know how we are going to pass because homework means serious business in this class. Wow, he has had so many punches (aka demerits) because we have not signed something or turned it in on time. I guess we will only learn as we go.

My favorite thing overheard at the first day of school after the teacher described Fun Friday's and what fun things they usually do "This is going to be the best year ever!", more power to you teach for getting them to say that.

My other favorite thing so far is a homework assignment that H had, a questionnaire about his name, it goes like this...

Why did your parents choose your name?
It was the only name they could agree on. (this is a very true statement)

If you were named after someone, who was it?
Isaac is my dad's Jewish name. (again true)

What nicknames do you have, and how did you get them?
Hunt from Garrett. (I have never heard him call this and part of the reason why I agreed to Hunter was because you couldn't shorten it)

Do you like your name? Why or why not?
Yes cause it's a good name. (glad he likes his name)

If you could choose another name, would you, and what would it be?
If I got tired of Hunter it would be Officer. (is this because you could choose it as a profession? I love the way his little mind works)

Adventurous Trip...

How does one's vacation start, of course we get to the airport with plenty of time only to find out that our plane was delayed. Well I have decided to try the online check in thing from Delta and had print out our boarding passes before we got to the airport, nice but still new to it so it kind of through me off. We get to the airport and we have bags we have to check, well because we were using the AMEX card we got to check our bags for free.

Well given that I don't know what to do at this point because we have our boarding passes and we have to check bags but Delta only has two options from what I could tell when we walked in, the desk side (and they guard that sucker tightly and you are seriously not allowed over there with out good reason or the Kiosks), I needed neither so I wait in a line in hopes to make it to the man there barking orders at other passengers. This man then started yelling at a couple that were going through the exit, they said all they needed to do was to check their baggage because they had their boarding pass, I was thinking score, I know where to go now, but I didn't dare just to go there without having his confirmation. When I finally got his attention he then looked at my passes and asked if I paid for my baggage, I looked at him confused and you could tell he was annoyed with me, he then asked again. I looked at him and said "I don't know what you mean by paid, it says the bags were free." He looked at the passes again and asked if I was able to show the counter my Skymiles number, I said yes and like he didn't believe me because he asked right back "are you sure?". I finally make it up to the counter and have my sky miles card ready for the counter, well the lady there didn't even want to look at it, so why was this man such a jerk? Whatever. We were told that our plane was delayed, which is fine, we are still making it there so it's all good. H pulls out his Nintendo DS and starts playing his games (first picture on top).

Finally after the plane and catching a bus we get on a train (much like the UTA Frontrunner) called the Coaster and make our way up to Carlsbad. The only thing that has got H off his DS is pictured to the left. He quickly put it away when I told him I spotted the ocean. The game was away for the rest of the ride. This picture does not do the ocean views we saw along the way any justice but it still is good.

We finally get off the train and we were going to walk to the hotel, it really didn't seem that far away on the map but I kind of freaked out and decided that we would call for a taxi and take that to the hotel.

That brings us to the stalking ant (not aunt) that H found. Yes, according to him it is Mr. Ant's wife (an ant he caught and tried to keep back home, he did so for about two months). I asked how he knew it was her and I was told he knows what the ant looks like. Sorry Mary lady bugs have nothing on ants.

If I make mention I am talking to Mary he makes sure I ask about the cat and dog so hopefully she is being a very good sub mom to them.

After finally making it to the hotel, H has decided that instead of sitting on it or sleeping it in he will jump in the bed. But really what mother could say "no" to a face like that? Even with all the problems we have been having H is looking at this as an adventure, I can only hope to improve on this.

I will try to blog later but who knows, I may get too involved and this may be my only blog about this trip, but a girl can only hope.