Breakfast at Charly’s

Did you think you lost me? I didn’t end up blogging yesterday because I plain didn’t feel like it. I was locked out of the house for most of the day so by the time I got back in I wasn’t really in the mood to reflect or shit like that. By the time I had a couple minutes to sit and write anything I was ready for bed. I’m ready to go to bed now again tonight but I wanted to catch up a bit.

So you know I got locked out. That was mostly my day yesterday and it was not fun. If you weren’t aware, it’s cold in my part of the world. Very cold. One nice thing, though, was that I got to see Iain’s 0-3 teacher when Iz and I were having lunch. I haven’t seen her in probably five years and it was so nice to see her. I’ve been thinking about her a lot lately. I wish Iain had been with me because I would have loved for her to see him all these years later. I want to figure out a way for him to see her so she can see how far he’s come. I appreciate her so much because she worked really hard with him and like most of the other people who have helped him through the years, she became a friend and not just a teacher. I hate that we lost touch but it happens. I also wonder how many sentences I can begin in this paragraph with the word “I.”

Valentine’s Day was pretty uneventful around here (not a bad thing in our lives!) but Jeff did something sweet for the kids. He bought the girls each a candy necklace kit and Iain a Kit-Kat bar. The kids were thrilled and I thought it was sweet that he bought them something. He got me some Snickers which was very much appreciated as well. I never look gift candy in the wrapper. The kids had a lot of fun at school today exchanging Valentines and gathering up their treats. It was like a mini-Halloween except very pink. This leads me to the disturbing part of my day — my son and his sweater.

Hershey Kiss Last night Iain decided that he wanted to wear his nice sweater to school today and hung it on his door. He told me that’s what he was going to wear and I had no objections. The boy likes to look good. He usually goes with whatever I set out for him but sometimes he decides he wants to wear a certain shirt so it wasn’t that strange that he made a clothing selection the night before school. It did get me thinking, though. This morning I asked him if he was getting dressed up for anyone special. I was half-kidding but it seems he was interested in looking a bit nicer today for — A GIRL. Hold me now. In all seriousness it was very cute and innocent. When I asked him about it he gave me that head lowering/tilt thing he does with that shy smile and told me he didn’t want to talk about it. I asked him again and again he told me he didn’t want to talk about it and all the while he turned a lovely shade of Valentine pink. I finally found out her name and I simply asked him if she was nice to him (yes) and if she teased him (no). He’s too shy for him ever to say anything more than hello to the girl much less call her a girlfriend. All I needed to know was that she was nice to him and he didn’t have an innocent crush on a girl that would mock or tease him. He has a hard enough time socially as it is. If he remembers this growing up, I want him to have a fond memory rather than a painful experience. It was horribly cute though.