This weekend brought to you by the letter 'M'
Hey K-mart shoppers – we now have a new letter for our ‘blue light’ special.
*snickers*
OK so this was THE weekend. I met my boyfriend’s children.
We had a charity dinner/clambake to go to Saturday. I showed up ½ an hour before we were suppose to leave to have some time with the kids. His house is the ‘neighborhood’ house (children must know how special he is and they gyrate towards him and his family)…I was introduced to the kids while they were playing in the rec room with some of the neighborhood girls. His youngest – his daughter – had met me before briefly and she remembered me and offered up a shy, sweet smile. I settled in by her to talk cause she seemed to be playing alone. I engaged with his son and the other girls as well a bit – but focused on the youngest.
We talked, she showed me toys and her favourite things. Then, at one point she said:
“I have 2 mommies!” I said “Really, who?” I thought maybe there was some school mom or someone else she was close to and I wanted to know more about the people she loved.
“Well…there’s my mommy” I nodded. “Then you!”
Um..er…
Knock me over with a feather.
I quickly changed the subject. Easy to do with kids.
E – came back with the babysitter and we talked a bit. On our way to the car I told him what his daughter said. We both laughed over this – and he teased me. I took it all in stride. In a way if she feels that comfortable with me – that’s a good thing, a little scary, but good nonetheless.
We went to a wonderful event in 'memory' of one of his close friends who has since passed on – it was a fund raiser that was close to this man’s heart. We had a really nice time.
Afterwards, we went home to play a game with his kids. We played ‘Sorry’ and had a lot of fun. It was one of the closest games of ‘Sorry’ I’ve ever played AND I got to get the kids to ‘gang up on’ dad. It was a nice evening and it truly warmed my heart. E asked me to come over in the morning and go to mass with him and the children. I happily agreed to this.
The next day I showed up to go to mass – his daughter answered the door. I sat, talking with the kids and I asked her if she wanted me to comb her hair for her. She got me a comb and I combed her hair and continued talking.
We went to church. The service was wonderful. The sermon touching – about the anniversary of 9/11 and I was crying a bit. He was too – I later found out about a myriad of things. We all stood together and we held hands and snuggled a bit together – I’ve never had such an experience at mass before and it was lovely.
After mass, we went back to his house to have a little lunch. One of the neighborhood girls that is a close play mate of his daughter was there at one point while E and I were in the kitchen, she asked us:
“So are you guys getting married or something?”
We both looked at each other….
Me: I opt for the ‘or something’ I then began searching for something to say
E: (*laughing a bit*) Do you think we should get married?
Her: Yeah.
Me: Why do you think we should get married?
Her: Because you're in love.
Me: How do you know we're in love?
Her: (holding a toy and intently looking at it now) How does this toy work?
Me: Way to segue into something else
Her: (*runs into the next room*)
Us: (*Laughing*)
Me: How ‘bout them Cubs? (*blushing and stammering*)
Yep – I think there’s some sort or weird ‘machination’ going on amongst the kids…
So yeah – we moved from the letter ‘F’ to the letter ‘M’ – methinks we need to traipse back over to the letter ’F’...
*laughs*
^_^
*snickers*
OK so this was THE weekend. I met my boyfriend’s children.
We had a charity dinner/clambake to go to Saturday. I showed up ½ an hour before we were suppose to leave to have some time with the kids. His house is the ‘neighborhood’ house (children must know how special he is and they gyrate towards him and his family)…I was introduced to the kids while they were playing in the rec room with some of the neighborhood girls. His youngest – his daughter – had met me before briefly and she remembered me and offered up a shy, sweet smile. I settled in by her to talk cause she seemed to be playing alone. I engaged with his son and the other girls as well a bit – but focused on the youngest.
We talked, she showed me toys and her favourite things. Then, at one point she said:
“I have 2 mommies!” I said “Really, who?” I thought maybe there was some school mom or someone else she was close to and I wanted to know more about the people she loved.
“Well…there’s my mommy” I nodded. “Then you!”
Um..er…
Knock me over with a feather.
I quickly changed the subject. Easy to do with kids.
E – came back with the babysitter and we talked a bit. On our way to the car I told him what his daughter said. We both laughed over this – and he teased me. I took it all in stride. In a way if she feels that comfortable with me – that’s a good thing, a little scary, but good nonetheless.
We went to a wonderful event in 'memory' of one of his close friends who has since passed on – it was a fund raiser that was close to this man’s heart. We had a really nice time.
Afterwards, we went home to play a game with his kids. We played ‘Sorry’ and had a lot of fun. It was one of the closest games of ‘Sorry’ I’ve ever played AND I got to get the kids to ‘gang up on’ dad. It was a nice evening and it truly warmed my heart. E asked me to come over in the morning and go to mass with him and the children. I happily agreed to this.
The next day I showed up to go to mass – his daughter answered the door. I sat, talking with the kids and I asked her if she wanted me to comb her hair for her. She got me a comb and I combed her hair and continued talking.
We went to church. The service was wonderful. The sermon touching – about the anniversary of 9/11 and I was crying a bit. He was too – I later found out about a myriad of things. We all stood together and we held hands and snuggled a bit together – I’ve never had such an experience at mass before and it was lovely.
After mass, we went back to his house to have a little lunch. One of the neighborhood girls that is a close play mate of his daughter was there at one point while E and I were in the kitchen, she asked us:
“So are you guys getting married or something?”
We both looked at each other….
Me: I opt for the ‘or something’ I then began searching for something to say
E: (*laughing a bit*) Do you think we should get married?
Her: Yeah.
Me: Why do you think we should get married?
Her: Because you're in love.
Me: How do you know we're in love?
Her: (holding a toy and intently looking at it now) How does this toy work?
Me: Way to segue into something else
Her: (*runs into the next room*)
Us: (*Laughing*)
Me: How ‘bout them Cubs? (*blushing and stammering*)
Yep – I think there’s some sort or weird ‘machination’ going on amongst the kids…
So yeah – we moved from the letter ‘F’ to the letter ‘M’ – methinks we need to traipse back over to the letter ’F’...
*laughs*
^_^
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