Halloween

Halloween is a big tradition here in Koblerland.

It all started when Finn was a baby. I wanted all three of us to dress the same theme. I figured that until Finn was around three or four, I would choose - mu ha ha - and then he'd have to take over - urgh!

So year baby, Flip and I wore our Star Trek uniforms (Hi, my name is Cindy and I'm a trekkie - "Hi Cindy") and we asked Finn's Godmother Kobbie - who wanted to do his Halloween costume - to make Finn an ensign costume. We were so cute we had to take a family photo.

And that someone says is that.

Every year, we three - and whoever else we can rope in - dress up thematically:

Year One - Star Trek
Year Two - Winnie the Pooh (He was Tigger, I was Winnie, Flip was Christopher Robbin)
Year Three - Barney (He was the purple dinosaur, I was Baby Bop - Flip was in his rebel period and went as a Wiggle???)
Year Four - The Wiggles (Finn was Greg)
Year Five - Vege Tales (Finn was the giant pickle someone, I was Bob and Flip was Larry)
Year Six - Code De Leoco (I can't spell it nor I can remember who was who, but this was when I began my "wouldn't you like to be a ghost phase...you'll see why as you read along)
Year Seven - Naruto
Year Eight - Finn took pity on us. We were ninjas
Year Nine - Mario Cart (I got to be Peach or is it Strawberry?)
Year Ten - Finn went as an actor (comedy and tragedy masks)
Year Eleven - Micheal Grimm

And we get our portrait done. Yep, we trudge into Sears, dressed in some crazy concoction and have our photo taken. The portrait people know us by now as "That family who dresses up."

But was it enough to just dress up and do the portrait? Oh silly you, of course not.

To this tradition we've added spaghetti dinner. We all trick or treat together for a time, and then we come home, Finn and his buddy Max play the Wii while they dole out candy.

I cherish Halloween. Some years we've gone to lunch after the portrait; other times not. But it's our day. Our thing that we do.

This year Finn has begun to change. He's not sure about dressing up and do we need to all do the same? To that I say a resounding, "na huh!" But in the very near year, this chapter will have closed. My heart aches at the mere thought of it. I'm not ready for him to go this day alone. Can I find a new twist on it to keep the tradition alive yet true to who we are? Not sure. For now, I've clamped down and insisted. We'll see.

As for this years theme we're America's Got Talent. Finn wants to go as Micheal Grimm. Actually he wants to go as himself and I said "No!" Halloween rule number 72C sub paragraph 3, no trick or treater may receive candy unless attired in some derivation of a costume. Finn bought that - phew!

That still leaves - what do I go as? A MG groupie? Another Michael? We can all go as Micheal Grimm? Hmmmm.

Finn Got Braces

Aaach! On Monday Finn got braces. Aside from my total mommy anxiety and his utter pain - the event went very smoothly. He was in the chair for two hours. I waited outside and gnashed my teeth and cried as I recalled him being a baby in my arms just five seconds ago. Criminy they grow up so fast. Really.

Now he has steel railroad tracks in his mouth. I whimpered a bit at the loss of his cut out smile. And the goofy ten year old smile with the mismatched teeth.

But then he smiled at me with the braces and it was if he always had them. And I was surprised that his cuteness didn't waiver. Not a smitch. In fact his courage only made him more beautiful. God, he's a graceful soul. So much grace.

We opted to make this journey fun. I've learned from facing Flip's cancer that the only way to deal with the harsherness of life is to squeeze out the laughter and joy. So that's how we handled this. No funny hat parties for my Finn, instead the day before braces he was allowed to eat as much chewy candy as he could. My only stipulation, don't make yourself sick. So off to the market dad went and bought every kind of yank out your teeth sugary substance in the store. We had Starburst, JuJu Be's, gummy sharks and every other kind of animal, candy fruit slices, gum. If it could cast terror upon thy dental work, we had it. And Finn dug in. Ate with kid abandon.

Then came the braces. Ouch. The first day did not hurt as much as the second. The second is the worst. But the pain lessens after that.

Okay, so we had a happy remedy for brace day as well. Finn was allowed to get any kind of shake he wanted. All day. He wanted a Strawberry Frapacino. He got it. One of mom's special smoothies, it was his. Frozen creamy treats were the name of the game. And lots and lots of cuddles.

The rest of the week, for lunch, I trundled up to the school and brought him frozen libations. (This has an added bonus cause I got to peek in on the life of my sixth grader's lunch). I was not allowed to stay for long cause you know like I'm mooooommmmm. But still for a brief moment they let me say "Hello." And I got to see the "guys" he speaks about. And it brought a silver smile to my little ones face. Win and win and win again.

On Friday, we wrapped up this magical journey of teeth with giving away all the uneaten candy to his buddies.

And the week ended on a high note. Cause he was the hero. Not just to me and dad but his buddies and to himself cause he said, "I was able to watch them eat it mom, and not have a bit myself."

After School Stuff

We want Finn to take basketball cause he doesn't have a sport and somewhere I read that boys who participate in sports actually do better in the corporate world cause they speak "sportese?" And being a mom who knows how important it is to guide him in the ways of the round holed world, know he must try out. But...

(oh you knew that but was coming didn't you???)

But....

I really want him to take singing lessons. He has a natural musical ability and he loves theater and if he decides to pursue this in later years (not sure how I feel about that), he's going to need to be well versed or well sung as the case may be.

Hmmmm. Finn is not a busy kind of kid. There are people who thrive on the multitude of stuff to do, this is not my child. He loves being a slug. And to him a perfect weekend is to slump on the couch, actually meld with it.

So, do we do both this semester? Plus he has art enrichment. And he may or may not want to do the drama program at boys and girls club run by Dennis who throws in a dinner at subway most weeks.

We are abiding by Finn's decision. It's not that he doesn't want to try basketball, he does. But he only wants to focus on one new thing a semester. This felt like a fairly wise choice to me.

So we start his singing lessons the beginning of October and the sports will wait till winter.

Winter Fun

Me. Finn and Waiter. Winter 2009. Flip is the one behind the camera. We go every Winter. One day. It's so fun to watch our Waiter chase snow balls cause as they melt as he runs.

We stop at the same little store every year to have lunch - bbq feast. It's a weird mom and pop shop that sells food, fruit, books, candy and ugly trinkets that you would only think are cute on vacation.

Ahhhh.

One on One Days

So Finn has been wanting to go to Hurricane Harbor all summer. And finally, the weather and our wallet permitted and twas time. The problem? I don't like water parks. All those slides and such freak me out. Over the years, I have learned to love the water, but it was an acquired taste like wine or exercise. It doesn't come naturally to me. The thought of going to HH was in a word - scary.

So what to do? What to do?

I opted out. And Flip and Finn have now claimed Hurricane Harbor as their special thing. I have gone in the past, but they have gone alone. And Finn confessed his favorite day he went was the day he went with dad. So the boys go to Hurricane Harbor. The boys do breakfast at Denny's.

This leaves, what do mom and son do?

We go out to lunch. We go for ice cream. We go away for overnights just he and I.

Finn loves that he has special traditions with just mom. And just dad. It gives him a special connection to each of us and us to him. And they are his claiming - not ours'. Though I confess, I have built them up to be special traditions.

I don't think special parent and child time has to be expensive either. Every night, after dinner, the three of us climb into the jacuzzi in our backyard. For twenty minutes - the time it takes to keep the jets running - the world stops, we torment the dog and just talk about nothing. Yes, I pay for the cost of extra electricity every month, but man is it worth it.

The Ball's In Your Court

Long drive. Finn and me. Oy. Then Finn introduced me to this game that some of the teens are playing. It's called The Ball's In Your Court and it's a question and answer game. Think Truth or Dare. But you only have to take a dare if you won't answer the question - so answer!

What makes this game so awesome, is I and my kid are both equal participants cause he can ask me whatever he wants. Even the icky questions like, "Who do you think is hot?" "Did you do drugs in school?" "What makes you most angry about dad?" Any question. But what I've discovered is that he likes this game cause he gets to talk about himself. Yay! In fact he'd rather answer then ask. How perfect is this?

Okay, so here's how the game works. You say, "The Ball is in your court." That means it's his turn to ask me anything he likes. I have two choices. I can answer or I can say pass or foul and not answer, but then I only get three passes during the game. After that I have to answer his questions, no matter what - or I can take a dare. The dare is his choice. I answer.

Now the ball is in my court and I ask him a question. He can pass or answer. Three passes on his end and he has to answer or take a dare - Ew! Like hug me in public. He answers.



Playing this game I not only learned about who is who in his life, but I learned about him. When I unintentionally asked him to betray a friend's secret with my question who does so and so like, he said, "Sorry mom. I can't tell you." He didn't turn over his friend for a game. Yay. My child is Klingon - he has honor!

Finn and I have since played this many a time - at night before he goes to bed and over dinner. Mostly, I end up learning things I already knew. But we're talking, and that's all that matters.

The popular girls

The popular girls' eye rolls can slice you like a cold blade. Their smiles send you soaring to amazing heights. Be in with them and you rule the world. Be outside their realm of pleasure and you want to die.

How do some girls achieve the status of popular and others don't?

Is it about survival of the fittest? Are the popular girls descended from the really hot cave women who got the best guys and then these girls went on to run the gene pool?

I mean from a purely analytical POV they are not prettier than the other girls. Often they're not richer. Nor are they smarter or funnier or braver. Yet, they are popular. Why? And they exist in every age, don't they? I dealt with them, my mother dealt with them and now poor Finn is having to deal with them.

But he is the "artist." He thinks too far outside the box so I don't see "popular" as his realm.

So how to help?

I can offer up the "well, just ignore them," but really? That never works; it's like saying don't think about an elephant, of course you'll think of an elephant. If I tell him to try to break a hole in the wall of their inner sanctum he will just hate himself cause he'll have to be something he's not. And that would be awful. He's wonderful. He is water.

They are oil.

And both are necessary for the world to spin.

So he must be who he is. And love that. And maybe if he learns to love himself, then not being popular won't matter. When self esteem rolls in, every other doubt steps aside doesn't it?

"Their" opinion will always matter, but "they" will change as he gets older and "they" will vary depending on where he is. And so to try to fit in with the popular crowd is never ending. He'll never achieve popularity cause the popular kid changes.

Better to just be popular with himself.