Rowing
Conversations, School

End of an Era!

I’m assuming this is the end. Anything is possible but when Jack leaves FOR COLLEGE next month, I mean, what other shit can I write about? Will he even call me regularly, never mind provide actual instances that I can quote from for this blog? Hmmmm…

A LOT has happened since May the 4th, my last post. It was a literal whirlwind of activity for Jack’s end-of-senior-year activities, graduation (OMG!), prepping for college and waiting for acceptances to come in, selecting a college (UConn-Go Huskies!) and a major in Engineering, oh and just a few other things like selling our home of 18 years!! Yea it’s been crazy and if you add in a few vacations and Jack’s summer internship, there’s hardly enough time to squeeze in a little blog post.

Jack also finished his rowing career for now. His club had an end of season banquet and they wished all the seniors well and sent them off with some nice parting gifts. It was a fun chapter in his life. Jack wont row for UConn (“they practice at 5am Mom!!!”) even through I really wanted him to try. Ah well. πŸ™‚

Jack is currently in DC for a VHS Collection concert and mini vacay with his dad. nice right!!??

But the weeks that we have left to pack and purge and move Jack to UConn and us out of the house are so few.

me: Jack, when you get back from DC we really have to get your things packed for college and your room packed for moving.

Jack: There’s plenty of time for that.

me: Ummm there are only two weekends left until we go on vacation and then come back and move you to UConn.

Jack: Oh that’s plenty of time! I have all the nights after I intern plus I have Fridays off and then those two weekends. My room won’t take that long.

me: But there’s the entire house to do, not just your room.

Jack: Isn’t that what we pay movers for?

me: Gahhhhhhh!

Ready for prom
The GRR crew
Graduation πŸ™‚
Our trip to UConn for orientation
Last time on the dock at GRR, Housatonic River
The final oar carry

Conversations

Family Resemblance

Ok this one was weird, me and Jack a few years ago using a Snapchat filter to swap faces. (Shudder)

I picked Jack up from school today, and, well ok, actually I forgot to pick him up because I was on a work call and so he had to text and call me to remind me to come get him. i felt terrible!

Jack: Geez mom I’m your only son, how do you forget me? I’ll be gone soon enough!

(Referring to college, where he will be in August. Helloooooo 4 months!!! And Hellooo UConn!)

This was said as we were driving home from me finally picking him up at school. Ok actually he had walked partway home so I actually picked him up on the side of the road. heh heh.

Anywayyyy…

I had on my usual work-from-home ensemble of hoodie, baseball hat and sneakers. And pants. Definitely had pants on.

Jack: Mom. Turn and look this way for a second.

me: What? Why, do I have something on me?

Jack: (poignant pause) You know, you really have Grandpa’s facial features.

Now, mind you, at this moment Jack’s college career was about to become a distant dream and I was visualizing how much yard work I could make him do as penance.

me: But, Grandpa with definite feminine flair, right? (As I flipped my second-day pony tail in his direction.)

Jack: Oh yeah, there’s a flair.

Now at that point, a school bus came roaring by and it distracted me, so I didn’t notice until just now that I didn’t get a very clear answer on that last point. a flair, hmmm?

Yep, of my siblings, two of us look like our dad and two of us look like our mom.

me: Well you look a little like your dad, but only because you’re male and have his hair color and wear glasses like him. And have a giant head like him. The rest is ALL from me! And … Grandpa apparently.

😬😬😬

He didn’t have much to say about that!!!

Nature, Weather

You Can’t Ever Be Too Prepared

He stole my mittens! This isn’t our neighborhood but close in Parkor Rock Park. Look it up!

Jack and I took a walk with Moca last week when it was in the “warm” high 30’s. A very brief respite from the frigid cold and wind that is Connecticut in February, which can take us down to 0 F very easily. I was telling him that since having Moca for over 5 years now, and walking her multiple times a day, I’ve gotten used to the weather patterns and even the fluctuations in wind and temperature in our very own neighborhood! It’s crazy!

Trumbull, CT is a town that sits very high above sea level compared to all the neighboring towns that spread right down to the coast of Long Island Sound. We get the snow first, we get ice first, we get the Chicago style wind (definitely don’t have their pizza) and we sometimes ironically get warmer weather first. (Maybe we’re closer to the sun? Haha)

We had on winter coats and hats (due to the wind) but we warmed up as we walked and the sun hit our black jackets. Also, Trumbull is very hilly so you huff and puff sometimes as you walk. At least I do! Jack warmed up pretty quickly. it’s misleading and eases you into a false sense of comfort. Grrrrrrrr!!

Jack: My jacket is like a pressure cooker. It’s absorbing all the heat. It’s SO nice out! I might even be sweating a little.

me: Wait until you turn the corner and the winds hit ya.

Jack: You sound like an 1800’s pan handler.

me: The winds will be a turnin’! Haha.

We turned the corner and started up a steep hill.

Jack: It’s definitely not cold here Mom. (he unzipped his jacket and turned his face into the sun) Ahhhh…

me: You’ll see. (I hunkered into my jacket and pulled my hat a little lower.

We created the hill and the full cross wind hit us in the face while the sun still tries to warm our backs. We were heated up from the exertion yet now turning cold from the wind hitting our face at about 15 degrees colder than the air temp. Basically your sweat now starts to freeze. On the same walk. In the span of 15 minutes. You’d think we were on Mt. Washington!

Jack: Ugh! My face os literally freezing, and my back is sweating!

me: See? I told you. I know the wind pattern here. Wait until we go down our hill.

Jack: I’m still trying to figure out how I’m overdressed and underdressed at the same time! He was fumbling for his jacket zipper while he said this.

me: Oh, almost forgot. This is the part where you have to walk backwards.

Jack: What??!!

πŸ˜†πŸ˜†

Conversations

Wiping the slate clean, so to speak.

Photo from a concert we went to Sunday night in NYC. That’s a can of water btw. πŸ˜†πŸ₯³

I picked Jack up from rowing practice today after work. In the winter they workout at a gym and lift weights and use the rowing machines, etc. Not as fun as being in the water!

(Side note, Jack is in my shower singing “That’s Life” by Frank Sinatra at the top of his lungs. He’s got a great voice, and can definitely sing the low parts haha.)

Anyway, we got home and I remembered the cleaning girl had been there. (I’m allergic to dust!! Don’t judge!!) πŸ˜† She’s amazing and even makes little bows and roses on the tissue boxes and toilet paper rolls. Ahhhh. Such pampering.

me: Hey take your shoes off, the house was cleaned today and I want to keep it that way for at least a little while. Ok? I look down and notice sand on the floor already. Gah!

Jack: I know, I was home after school, remember?

(Totally forgot his dad picked him up from school earlier…I was at the office all day. And that explains the dirt eh?)

me: Oh yeah, I didn’t remember that.

Jack: I wiped my butt with a flower.

me: Sigh.

πŸ˜΅πŸ€£πŸ˜†

Conversations, Food

Which came first, the chicken or the bagel?

Jack and I are currently on a train heading into NYC for a concert (D Smoke, winner of the 2019 show Rhythm & Flow) If you haven’t seen it go watch it! I didn’t spoil it for you. Everyone knows D Smoke will win. He’s that good!

Because I knew we’d probably be skipping lunch I wanted to make a pretty good breakfast. We had scrambled eggs, potatoes, lox and cream cheese (mine in half of a red pepper, Jack’s on an everything bagel.) So good and so filling!

Jack was inhaling his bagel and a piece fell on his plate. I saw him pick it up and look at it strangely.

Jack: Hey what’s this, chicken?

me: What are you talking about? It’s a piece of the bagel.

Jack: No, look at it. I think it’s chicken.

So I took the piece of food from him, as I have been doing for 16 years lol, and saw it was a piece of bagel.

me: Jack, it’s a piece of your bagel with cream cheese on it.

Jack: Oh it looked like the dry chicken that you…

He saw my expression…

Jack: … you know… when chicken gets real dry, it looks like that.

me: Yeah good save. What I’m wondering is why your first thought is not that it’s a piece of chewed bagel but that it somehow became chicken…

Jack: How would I know, you made it.

Logic 100.

Holidays, Nostalgia

Jack turned 17!

Happy 17th Jack!

And mom has not updated the blog. How did I get here? 🧐😫😡

We had a small family birthday dinner on Tuesday for Jack with a tiny little cake. His friend celebration is this weekend which includes a much better and prettier cake (peanut butter/Reese’s, his choice) and a day of skiing with friends. Therefore this was more of a symbolic cake hahah.

Jack art directed my photos, naturally. i got him a skateboard by one of his favorite artists, Vexx (go check him out on Instagram). His dad got him the Apple Pencil to go with his new iPad.

Jack: Mom, put the skateboard behind the cake like this. And then, no no no don’t aim at it like that you have to go like this.

He gets in front to demonstrate pretty much what I was going to do anyway.

Jack: then just get the candles and I’ll go behind it.

me: You done? Get over there because the candles are melting.

Dennis (Jack’s dad): Is glitter getting on the cake? I don’t want to eat melted glitter.

me: The glitter is edible.

Jack and Dennis: No it isn’t!

me: Sigh.

So I took the photo and we sang happy birthday. Well, I sang. Dennis scraped glitter off the cake.

And then we ate the cake and Jack hung the skateboard on his wall. He turned another year older as easy as that. Coincidentally he was born on a Tuesday so this brought us right back to a bunch of memories.

Before bed we watched Rhythm and Flow on Netflix. It’s a good show/contest about trying to find the best new rap star. I loved the series and had watched it in 2020 when I was home. Home a lot. I got Jack into it and he’s hooked. I won’t spoil the ending but we are going to see the winner perform in NYC next weekend and we are both so excited!!! Eeeeeeee!!! Though it’s in a Sunday night. Oh well. YOLO as Jack used to say a few years ago. You only live once!

When the show ended jack said he had to go study for a Spanish midterm. I started telling him about the day he was born and how he came 5 weeks early and how I didn’t get an epidural and his dad passed out, etc.

Jack: Well that took 45 minutes! I have to go study.

me: Well I guess I had to get that story out. Do you see what i went through? 2 days of labor. Birthdays should really be celebrations for the moms. Look at all the work I did omg!!

Jack: yeah that’s not happening. Don’t eat the rest of the cake.

me: Sheesh Jack.

And there you have turning 17. Driving. Prepping for midterms, finalizing college financial forms and waiting for acceptance letters to roll in. πŸ₯³πŸ₯³πŸ₯³πŸ₯³πŸ₯³πŸ₯³πŸ₯³πŸ₯³πŸ₯³πŸ₯³

Omg I almost forgot I have to update the blog header again! Someone remind me in the comments LOL!! oh, and Jack got an97 on that midterm. Yay!!

One smile!
Art director
From our hike last Sunday
Pets

Doggie Therapy

We were all sitting on the couch watching the end of Season 5 of Madame Secretary. Me, Jack, Moca between us and PoBo trying unsuccessfully to get on my lap and ending up sitting half on Moca’s back. Luca was scowling at us from another room.

Moca was making some doggie whimpers as she was sleeping and Jack turned to give her some scritches. I now had a face full of white PoBo fur and just a little in my mouth as usual. (My black sweatshirt was white, for reference).

Suddenly, and most unexpectedly, I let out an earth shattering sneeze.

PoBo shot out of the room sideways leaving her tail behind.

Moca reared up out of sleep and looked like a wild horse being trained.

Jack: Geez Mom! You’re giving Moca PTSD!!!

(PoBo has since forgotten about it and is trying to get back on my lap, and Luna is still scowling.)

Conversations

December 2021 Is Here!

Yes, yes, so much time has passed, again. Are you really surprised? Busy schedules, weeks turning into months, me being generally forgetful, all contributed to the lack of blog posts. I do apologize. A lot. Sadly, it is not probably going to get better anytime soon.

I will try.

Jack is in the frenzied process of filling out applications for college. I think we will be submitting 5 or so this weekend. Gah! All in the general northeast area. Ivy leagues are next. Gahhhhh! It’s going to be here before we know it… Acceptance letters. Decisions. Financial Aid and Scholarships. College fund draining. Buying stuff for the dorm. OMG.

How exciting though, right? I mean, you all have mostly followed my boy since he was saying sh*t at the age of FIVE! And look at us now!

I’m still sad that the blog URL is shitmy6yearoldsays LOL. I remember being such a NooB in 2010 and starting shitmy5yearoldsays, and being so proud when I updated it the following year. Only to promptly lose all my followers and realize that I was NOT going to change the domain every single Gdamn year. So I stopped at 6 and learned to live with it. And there it remains.

I hope you’ll stick with me for what will probably be the last year of the blog! Possibly. I mean, I can always turn it into a cat or dog blog. Dogblog.com. I’m sure that one is already out there but it sounds funny! How about shitmydogsays? I can pretty much read Moca’s thoughts these days. Sigh.

I currently see Luna trying to climb on the keyboard as I’m typing this. Moca is sleeping in the cat bed ON my bed. PoBo is scowling and staring under the couch looking for her “baby” which is a tiny blue poofy-ball cat toy.

Fun stuff right? Jack is at his dad’s tonight. Not saying ANYthing to me that is blog worthy. So I give you further updates.

Jack is now doing winter rowing, which means they are working out in the gym and coming home sore every night. We put up our Christmas tree and decorated the house. Still have to decorate the tree and put the star on top.

Jack is also going for his driver’s license on Tuesday. He’ll be an official driver next week! Can you even believe it? I will definitely cry when he drives off by himself for the first time. I think you know me pretty well by now. I cried when he rode the bus for the first time. And that was just the practice run before first grade. I drove behind the bus all the way down the road sobbing haha.

I’m assuming he will pass his driver’s test. He is assuming I will cause him to fail.

Jack: Mom, we haven’t practiced parking yet and the whole test WILL BE ON PARKING!

me: You’ll be fine. Your instructor said you were excellent.

Jack: That was over a month ago because you STALLED and made me wait A MONTH after finishing driving class. How can I remember everything??!!

me: You drive every day to school and to rowing, you’ll be fine Jack.

Jack: I need to PRACTICE BACKING IN!

(He’s very much on edge about the parking aspect.)

me: We can go and practice this weekend.

Jack: AND, you’ll forget to take me and I’ll never learn and never get my license and then you’ll have to drive me everywhere!

me: You’re going to pass Jack. We’ll practice on Saturday.

Jack: And don’t mess me up with your parking advice from 1975!

me: I’m sorry, I just don’t see how lining up your shoulder to this line and then lining up the bottom mirror to the middle of this line and then turning the wheel 3 times to the left, etc, makes it easier to back into a spot. It takes an hour. No one has that kind of time and you should use your eyes and look over your shoulder.

Jack: Well that’s how they’re going to test us and i have to get it right THE FIRST TIME MOM!

me: Worst case, even if you don’t pass, you can take it again

Jack: You’ll just be wasting your money on retesting.

Sigh.

Give me strength.