The Other Mom...

So this boy has informed me that he has, and I quote... "My other Mom."

"Huh? Your what?" I asked.

"I have another mom. My other Mom is Joy." (he has an aunt by that name, but I have been informed that its not her. I am thinking it is the girl at the bank drive thru window who he calls Joy instead of Joyce. So, because she gives him lollipops, she gets to be the other mom. )

Then he follows up with...

"And Ma, I have two boys."

"Really?" I say... "Two boys of your own?"

"Yes, Ma. Their names are Ha-Her and Doh."

"So," I ask, "You have another Mom, Joy, and two boys named Ha-Her and Doh."

"yeah. They at our house."

Well, alrighty then. That makes a Mom feel loved. He is creating a whole imaginary family. He even started telling me little stories about Ha-Her and Doh. Then a few days ago, he lets me know that there has been a new addition to their family...

"Ma, I have a new baby at my house."

"You do???"

"Yeah, his name is three."

"Three?"

"no, Ma, Three."

"Three? Right? The name is three?"

"no, Ma, Three."

"Three, Three right? I am saying three Em."

"Mommy, mommy, mommy. You not listening to me. Say THREE"

"Three?"

"Yes, Ma, dat is it. "

So, The Other Mom Joy, Ha-Her and Doh, and Baby Three, there you have it... his other family. I wonder who he is spending the Holidays with?

This morning my Coffee was especially good... Here is why.

The girls in our church small group were all out to eat and we grabbed a StarryB's after dinner. I was in LOVE with the above mug. I resisted though. Do you know why? I have a mug. We have about 8 mugs actually, and that is plenty... I am afraid of mass mug accumulation. Why you may ask? Because of my Mom... She has MASSIVE amounts of mugs at her house, and there are lots or rules about their use. It became frustrating when we would visit and could find nary a speck of cupboard space for all the baskets of mugs. I mean, I literally got fuming mad at her at a yard sale one time because she insisted on buying a "Cute little mug with a great handle." It even has an obnoxious owl on it. She now keeps it just to torture me. Lisa Z and Rhonda, who are reading this from the snowy city of Buffalo can vouch for the Mom-Mug issue. Come on ladies leave a comment and validate my fears OK? She has gotten rid of some now, thankfully, but really... if the greater Western NY area wanted to drop in for coffee, she has enough mugs to get them all a cup...

So, that is why I could not purchase said mug. My friends however felt I should have the above beauty of a mug, and last night they presented it to me. I admit it, I love the handle, and it is huge and nice. Thanks girls... it made my day! I vow to discard one mug in its place though... I love my mom, but fear the mug disease is catching. :)

In other news... here are the beautiful pages that some blog pals made me for a scrapbook of Alden. It is beautiful and I LOVE it!! It sits on our entertainment center for all to see. :) Thanks Nicole for getting me these photos! :)

And that is all for now folks...