It was the Friday before Christmas and all through the house, DaniGirl’s boys were even more adorable than usual. (I pop these stories up on Facebook every now and then, but I fear they’ll be lost forever if I don’t replicate them here in my digital baby book. Sorry to those of you who’ve read some of these already! I’ve decided I will not let Facebook and Twitter status updates steal any more content gold from the blog, even if I do occasionally repeat myself!)
Simon came bounding out of school yesterday and met me at the fence, his face full of excitement. “Mom! I need an agent!”
Not only did I laugh out loud, but so did the three or four other parents within earshot. “Um, pardon?” was the best reply I could come up with.
“An agent!” he insisted. “I know where I can get one! Downtown!” A bit more careful prodding on my part discerned that he was in fact talking about a talent agent. He had a substitute teacher yesterday whose teen daughter is an actor and has been in several productions, including a TV show Simon watches. She must have been regaling them with her daughter’s experiences, because Simon talked of nothing else for the rest of the evening. He truly wants an agent for Christmas, the boy whose acting repetoire so far is limited to 2nd King in the 2010 church nativity play.
Then again, if you know Simon, you’re probably thinking exactly what I’m thinking. “Yeah, I could see that.” He’s my favourite.
Speaking of church, Tristan came home a couple of weeks ago with two notes in his backpack. One said he had joined a lunchtime football league and another said he had signed on to be an altar server. Honest to goodness, I don’t know which one shocked me more. While he is the most athletic person in our family, that’s like being the fastest-running snail – a dubious honour at best. But his team finished in the middle of the pack in their lunchtime league and he seemed to enjoy it, which is all that really matters. I won’t be blowing his college fund in anticipation of his getting an athletic scholarship just yet, but if he learns to catch and throw the ball properly he’s already way ahead of his artsy parents.
Friday is the first mass he’ll be acting as altar server. I made him take a shower, but that’s as far as I can micromanage this one – he’s on his own from here. I wish I could be there to see him, though. I’m proud, and a little verklempt when I think of it. Turns out maybe he is getting to be old enough to make his own choices, and that surprises me most of all. He’s my favourite.
And speaking of Advent (eek, that was a stretch of a segue!) for the last couple of years we’ve been getting the boys Lego Advent calendars. 24 divides by 3 quite nicely, so the boys take turns opening a door each day. Today’s box contained a little computer on a little desk, with a little coffee cup. I was editing photos on the laptop as the boys played with it.
They took a girl mini-figure with long brown hair and sat her at the desk. “Look, it’s Mom! She’s playing on the computer!”
I laughed along with them, but Lucas spoke up. “She’s not playing, she’s working!”
Clearly he’s my favourite!
Hahahaaaa! Oh Lucus! My guess is, he has a long list in to ‘santa’ – and he’s being extra thoughtful!! 🙂 Love it!
🙂 Love this post. It’s how I’m feeling about my boys these days too.