I'm not even going to launch into how I feel terrible for not blogging for oh, the past two months!
Today I want to write about Frank. It's his 9th birthday today, and he spent almost the entire day traveling to Billerica with me for the New England Modern Quilt Guild Meeting (which was awesome - I'll try to blog about that later - but it's been two months - I'm not making any promises). He quietly sat through the meeting reading his book and didn't even complain or interrupt once. Then - get this - he came with me to the nearby fabric store. On the way home, I told him how great he did and how nice it was to have his company, and he said, "That's okay, I wanted to come." I have to admit, I don't always enjoy my kids' company (okay maybe even less than that), but it really was fun having him along.
He's a great conversationalist. He asks very probing questions. For instance, if a bee and a mosquito got in a fight, who would win? Okay, how about a bee and a wasp? Or how about a bee and a wasp and mosquito? Sometimes, the questions are bit more lofty and even harder to answer like, "If God invented the world, who invented God?"
A few weeks ago, we had a great conversation at dinner thanks to his interesting questions. He wanted to know what we thought was the hardest thing. I immediately said having kids (meaning both giving birth and raising them). My husband said dealing with money. My oldest son said when his favorite sports teams lose (which happens a lot since he's a fan of both the Atlanta Falcons and the New York Mets). My older daughter said leaving things (oh yeah - I remember now - this was right before she graduated from 5th grade - I think she really meant people). Frank said making friends. He has a lot of friends now but did have to change schools right before second grade. I think it was hard. My three year old daughter said Christmas - whatever that means - maybe she just wanted to lighten the mood. I don't thinks she's ever been traumatized by it or anything. It's not like I make her sit in Santa's lap. Anyway, I just wanted to write that all down before I forgot.
Apparently we're still on the insect theme, since today, on the way home, Frank wondered aloud if insects cry. I told him I didn't really think they had too many emotions. He said that if flies cried they'd really have a lot of tears. I had to ask about this, since I wondered why flies would be so especially sad. I mean maybe they're embarrassed to be so gross, but I don't think they actually know that. Frank responded that they'd have a lot of tears because they have so many eyes. Is this true? I have no idea. I don't know where he gets his facts. Did you know that a worm is the 9th fastest animal? (Don't quote me on that - or ask me what the first 8 are.)
Finally, relevant to nothing, we have a time share. Frank had reason to write this down recently, so I just learned that he thinks it's a time chair. How funny is that? He must be wondering after all this time why our cabin in Rangeley is called a chair.
p.s. Reading other people's blog posts where they brag about their kids usually leaves me with a sick feeling in my stomach, so please forgive me if I've done that to you. Thanks for reading.