scattered thoughts

I had a dream last night that is recurring. Same theme, slightly different - always disturbing. Dreamt that my teeth crumbled and fell out. Last night I had to drive a motorcycle to the dentist's office. Imagine my surprise to find I was licensed to drive a motorcycle (even in my dreams I am detail-oriented...I checked the drivers license)! I hate having this dream. It feels so real - of course it's probably because I am grinding my teeth while I sleep...

4's soccer game last night - there is a little girl who is very shy. 4 is very sensitive to these things and has made a point of trying to befriend this girl. Last night they started kicking the soccer ball together and some other kids joined in. The shy girl kept playing, did the team warmup (a first) and actually played during the game. This kind of achievement gives me such a thrill!

My homeless guy looks bad. I see the same man every day, selling papers at the subway exit. We always acknowledge each other. He's pleasant. I worry when he's not there. He's usually fairly clean, but this morning he looks tired and unkempt. Wondering if he's okay...

My kids have become fixated on embarrassing moments. Recently, it has become a daily ritual to beg for stories of embarrassing moments. They love to hear all the silly things that have happened to me - and no matter how many times they hear the stories, they are never tired of hearing them. They have heard the same things over so many times, they could tell the stories themselves, but apparently its much funnier when Mommy tells the story. Funny little people! Another favourite is to try to have a conversation using only one word each (or a phrase). This is an acting exercise but it was brought to light when reading a Roddy Doyle kids book "The Meanwhile Adventures". They are getting pretty good at using the tone of a word to express what they are trying to communicate. Another game in their collection of standards is 'the baby game'. In this game, they take turns pretending a package is delivered to me. In a box, under a blanket - doesn't matter much what form the 'surprise' package takes...my part is t discover that a baby has been delivered to me and I have to react with the same joy that I did when they were placed on adoption. This game NEVER gets old with them! It is getting harder for me to pick up a 65lb child and cuddle her like a baby when she weighs more than half of me!

Boss is on vacation for 2 weeks! *grin*