Victoria’s not so Secret text

So, even though Mr. T is 14, I believe it’s never too late to try something new and maybe start a new tradition.  I saw on Pinterest the Christmas Eve present box – it’s filled with new pajama’s, hot chocolate and Christmas movies.  The purpose is to let your kid open the box on Christmas eve and then have a night cuddling and watching movies in your new PJ’s and drinking hot chocolate.  Well, we always open presents on Christmas Eve (and Christmas morning, too), and since the entire family is together, not sure that this gift would be appropriate to give at that time.  BUT, I could take the spirit of that gift and modify it to fit my life.  So, I bought new PJ’s for me and T.  Holy cow, do you know how expensive  pajama’s have gotten???  Anyway, I have a Keurig, so I have easy hot chocolate and we have a great collection of Christmas movies and now we have the new pajama’s.  I figured when the time was right, I’d pull those out and surprise him and we’d have some special time together.  

Now you have the background, let us move forward.  Last night was kinda chilly down here. And Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer was on. Mr. T had stepped away and then there was a commercial and so I took a potty break and that was when inspiration hit.  I saw the stars aligning in my favor.  I went and checked the gift closet, saw the PJ’s and headed out to give them to Mr. T… who was no where to be found…  I called out “Mr. T?  Mr. T? Shorty, where did Mr. T go?” all the hallways were dark and quiet… then I heard a little sound from his bedroom.  

Mr. T was in bed, just after 7:30, covered up, not even watching TV.  “T are you not feeling well? Do you need some meds?”  He requested a couple of Advil, which I brought him and a bottle of water.  I patted his head and murmured all of the appropriate things a mom should utter when confronted with a kid that doesn’t feel well.  Then I went back to the kitchen to do the dishes that he’d failed to do before he crawled into bed.  

A few minutes later, I got this text.  Apparently the Advil kicked in in like 2 seconds!

Nothing like scantily clad ladies to make a boy feel better!

Time Warp

Second week in a row that dad has given me the results of the game before I was done watching it!

I am very blessed that I have a DVR with my cable.  They don’t – and don’t tell mom – but I think she might get one from Santa this Christmas.  Dad called me on his way to my grandmothers house to see if I had finally finished watching the game… technically no, because channel 11 went out, it froze, and when I tried to jump channels and come back to it, the screen was black.  Apparently that was why he was headed over to Grammy Skeeter’s house, her channel 11 was black and she thought she messed something up – and having spent a lot of time in Denver, missing the Bronco’s game wasn’t an option.  🙂  Anyway, he told me how it ended – game winning FG in OT.  Yeah, that’s what I figured would happen, but at least it gave me the score to put on my board without having to look it up.

The point of the story, is that I love that my dad will text me instead of always calling.  Drives my mom nuts, but he has figured out that I’ll answer a text much faster than a phone call.  But, his ability to text me has given away the ending to the game the last two weeks!!  I guess the second point is that I need to stay closer to real time when watching my Boys play. We’ll be in the same room for the Thanksgiving game, so he can’t give away the results!

Can you believe that Thanksgiving is only days away?   And I re-read my post 3 times checking for errors, having a school teacher follow your blog is a lot of pressure…