randomness & random kindnesses

First the randomness:

Some shots of Timmy and his wife friend Olivia trying to stay cool in the 100 degree day, playing in the sprinklers. They were cool at least for a little while but Sharon and I were baking and not breathing in the oppressive miserable heat. Uch. Oh, and see the goggles? Ya, the ones he wouldn’t take off since Sunday at the beach? The ones he wore all day, into town on errands? The ones that everyone asked him if he was going swimming? Too funny.

While at Sharon’s house the other day for a playdate, she was busy with the baby and the kids wanted some crakers. When I opened the cabinet I gasped and yelled "holy sleeping with the enemy"! You know what I’m talking about. All the labels were turned the same way. All the same sized boxes were lined up accordingly. Sickness!!! Her husband thought that was hysterical. I really really must take a picture of it to post cause it’s just not the same without proof. But really. really. totally sleeping with the enemy.

John’s car was rear ended on the Cross Island Parkway on his way home tonight. By a hummer. Some damage to the rear bumper and the headrest is all screwed up. He’s so happy as you can imagine. Now his neck hurts (you know, in the same place he got the original surgery a few years ago). He is so pissed about the whole thing and when he called the insurance company (the other driver’s) they were giving him the run around. Not so smart on their part. He informed them that their only problem was that their insured hit a personal injury attorney in a 2008 mercedes, in the rear. She’s not going to be having a happy day anytime in the near future in her big ol hummer.

Some recent Timmy stuff that’s cute (and some not so cute):

I don’t want to turn 4. I like to be 3. 3 is my favorite phone number.

John put baby powder on the boys after showers down at the beach. Timmy saw this and said "daddy, don’t put sugar on me!"

Still a lot of "my". My see it. My do it. My have it. Can’t correct him cause I love it.

Knock knock. (mommy says whose there) Timmy. (mommy says Timmy who). Timmy James Beyrer. And we all crack up. He thinks he’s the funniest kid in the universe.

The kid can really throw a hell of a fit. No one belives me. Not even my own mother. Until…. Tonight she babysat cause I had to work at the SAT prep place and John took the big boys to a Mets game. He hasn’t napped in 3 days and really tends to lose it at night. And he lost it. Big time. My mom even yelled at him. She’s never yelled at him once in his whole little life. But…now she believes me. See! I told ya!

"mommy, I have a joke for you". What? asks mommy. PookaPlanet. or sometimes Jaloney. (finally figured out what those two things mean…pooka planet is something from Backyardigans- its a volcano really called pu ka pele but in Timmy-ese it’s pooka planet. And Jaloney is what he thinks Woody says in toy story 2- but it’s really ya looney.)

Still calls Buzz’s wings his "eyes closed". Cause in the movie Buzz says I can fly around this room with my eyes closed, and then pops out his wings.

He’s so excited for "camp" this summer with his best buddy Jack. He keeps asking if its summer now and if school is over. Only one more day for him. Sad.

Need to mention that the gap in his mouth between his upper teeth and lower teeth when trying to close his mouth has improved drastically since getting rid of the papis. Now if he would just nap every now and then… All of the above pictures are among some of my new favorites, but wait til you see the other ones from this day. Wow.

And for the random kindness. As I was leaving the PT/OT place with Timmy this afternoon, a young woman probably in her 20’s was walking in on crutches. She obviously had some kind of disablity. She gave us a smile and a wave to Timmy. Timmy was looking and asked me what she was doing. I told him that some people have a hard time walking and the stick looking things she was using are called crutches. The crutches help her get around and keep walking and help her keep her balance. I didn’t whisper it or anything, so she heard me since we weren’t far away. She turned around and yelled "thank you". She told me that she loved the way I explained it and it was so nice to hear, and that I wouldn’t believe some of the rude, nasty, or dismissal type comments she gets everyday from people. She must have thanked me 10 times. She was so nice and made me feel so good. I hope we did the same for her. It just amazed me to hear that people are mean like that. Whats the big deal in explaining it to a child, I don’t know. I think by blowing it off if your child questions it just makes it seem like something shameful or bad. If you just answer them matter of factly, it just shows that everyone is different and that’s okay. Made the rest of my day all happy and fuzzy.