I guess that Tuesdays are shaping up to be “get to know Christine better” days. That’s fine with me, I enjoy talking about myself as much as the next person. I just don’t want to become one of those egomaniacs who cannot shut up…..in fact, I often edit and re-edit my posts and comments to you all because I find that I talk too much about myself and not about you all. So, now I can save all of the me, me, me blah blah blah for the coffee chat!
|Will you join us?|
Lucky Number 13 hosts the coffee chats, please go check it out.
If we were meeting for coffee we would catch up about our kids. My son, 16, has me amused, proud and a little bit concerned all at the same time. That boy loves his independence! I feel an urge to reign him in a bit but he has never, not even one time, given me reason not to trust him. So I let him go and resist the urge to bite my nails off. My son is into Furries. He has even been to a Furrie convention. If you’ve never heard of this, just google it.
His character is the fox. The kid wears plush ears and a long plush tail everywhere. And, a big laminated fox tag around his neck. I am so glad that other people actually think that this is cool, proud that he has the guts to be an individual and concerned that this may make him a target for less than kind people. I am hoping that he grows out of this really soon…..
I would tell you that Miz A’s first birthday is coming up. On Valentine’s Day. Yes, Chris becoming a grandpapa on our fave love holiday has brought a whole new meaning to this day. I have actually been thinking of making a Pooh Bear quilt for her using recycled materials. Uh, wish me luck on this one…..this will be my first time quilting.
|Not this picture but it is so cute, isn’t it?|
I would tell you about how much progress my little girl is making in her horseriding therapy! Not my-my girl but one that I work with on weekends, through my volunteer work with DreamPower Horsemanship. I’ll call her Rose because her favorite color is pink. I’ll call my other girl Violet because she loves purple. But, I’m talking about Rose right now. I was so pleased with Rose attempting to communicate when I asked her to. Not always easy for a child with autism. I asked her to tell the horse to “go”. She pronounced the letter G (hard, not soft), clucked her tongue and bounced a little in her saddle. Yay for Rose!!! This is such a far cry from the distressed, screaming child of a few months ago.
Okay, enough about me. What is going on in your world?