bucky bucky and more bucky!!
t: :-)
me: hey you
t: :-)
me: why the big smiles?
t: *shrugs
me: no reason?
t: just talking to you is all
me: awwww
me: good morning over there
t: thank you
me: you're welcome
me: didya get my email?
t: yep...
me:
t: have had a chance to read it yet though
me: awwww
me: bummer
t: i know
t: :-)
t: i am bad...
me: no....you're not bad
t: I need a spanking
me: c'mere
t: :-)
me: i gots a question...
t: shoot
me: :-)
me: what's it like to talk to me on the phone .....like....real time ?
t: *shrugs*
t: :-)
me: hmm... ok
me: <---makes mental note
t: whys that?
me: i can use answers like that too
t: whys that?
me: nevermind...
me: its midnight here....
me: right?
t: yep
me: and.... just me and Bucky...
me: he's asleep in the sunroom on his sleeping bag
t: awww
me: he's so sweet when he's sleeping
me: usually I don't like to let him sleep on the floor cause you end up feeling all sore
t: true
me: but he's 9 and he's heavy and I can't lift him so i'm gonna let him go
me: but get this...
me: major bonding hours tonight
t: cool
me: there's few things better than hanging with Bucky
me: the only thing better is watching Bucky clean his room or sing in a school concert
t: :-)
me: so I picked him up from Tae Kwon Doe
t: cool
me: and get this
me: he was in "fight" mode
me: fighting this kid twice his size
t: cool
me: so.... anyways
me: this kid kicks him in the shin
me: twice
me: same place
me: and Bucky gets mad
me: and tells the instructor
t: right
me: "listen...this size 3 sucks"
me: meaning his body gear thing
me: I don't know what it's called
t: right
me: but its too big and he can't kick right cause it stops his legs from full extension
me: so the instructor tells him "its ok Bucky finish your fight"
me: so what's my kid do?
me: I'm standing there in the corner...right
t: what?
me: he rips off this thing and says "ok but I'm fighting fair"
me: and whams that kid with a big high kick
t: lol
me: then bows like normal and walks away
t: cool
me: the instructors all like "hey you can't do that"
t: why not
me: I walk out of the corner and say "get him a size two or don't make him fight"
me: the thing's so big he can hardly move
t: right
me: and then get this
me: my kid's just like me
t: what
me: we get in the car
me: and he starts to cry
me: shows me his leg
t: whys tht
me: it's all bruised and swollen
me: and I say "why didn't you cry in there?"
me: he says "cause that kids not gonna see what he did to me"
t: cool
me: so....
me: I got him the big ice bag from home....and we chilled with his leg covered in ice til it felt better
t: cool
me: then he says "but next time they'll make me put a size 3 on again mommy"
me: I'm all like "nope...mom's calling them...I pay enough money for them to buy you your own size 2 or else"
me: and all he did was sit there looking at me like this-----> :-)))
t: :-)
me: my kids the bomb
t: yep
me: the way he took that body gear thing off
me: and kicked that kid
me: teeheee
t: lol
me: but he did it with tae kwon doe
me: not unfair
t: right
me: i like to watch him spar
t: doesnt sound like it
t: yep
me: its amazing to see little kids like that fight real like that
t: yep
me: and the discipline is amazing
me: he's a better kid for the experience with that sport
t: it seems like it
me: he's introverted...an artist....tonight he was drawing up cartoon characters
me: he wants to draw a comic strip
t: aww
me: he wants his own comic strip!
t: cool
me: so he's creating characters
me: stories
me: know what?
t: whats that
me: you could sit down in a room all by yourself with my kid....in an hour you'd be best buds
t: :-)
me: he's outgoing...quiet but outgoing
me: he's got lots to say
t: :-)
me: tonight i took him to target to get some lined paper he wanted
t: right
me: he walks over to me carrying a candle...saying 'can I get this for my room or am I too little?"
t: lol
me: I don't think if he can ask that that he's too little.
t: right
me: tonight i took the t-tops off the nissan
t: cool
t: cool..
me: and he puts his hands up and says to me "drive fast so we can pretend we're on a roller coaster"
t: LOL
me: so I took him across the howard franklin bridge
me: across the bay
t: right
me: you can drive fast through there
me: its so pretty there t
me: across the bay
me: the water.....glints in the sun
t: right
me: its awesome
t: sounds like it
me: and loud cause the winds through there up on the bridge driving fast
me: so I had the radio on and this song comes on....a rock song
t: which one
me: my kid says "this is a daddy song...put on a mommy song....i'm with you mom"
t: LOL
me: some new song about.. "im a rockstar" or something
t: lol
me: dont' know who it is
t: me niether
me: but I put a dave matthews cd in and he was singing the space between really loud
t: LOL
me: thing is...he's 9 going on 25
t: nothing wrong with that
t: :-)
me: like the only thing he can't do is have a beer with me
t: LOL
me: and.... I don't lie to him
me: he asked me "do you miss daddy?"
me: cause he's gone...right
me: so I say "nope....I'm having fun with you"
t: awww
me: he says "i don't miss him but I probably will tomorrow"
t: :-)
me: know what?
t: what?
me: even when everything else sucks total a$$.... there's always that one thing that doesn't
t: right
me: blue eyes.....messy hair...big dimples...
me: huge smiles
t: right
me: his tae kwon doe uniform kept falling open in target
me: and i told him "i'll have to sew that so it stops doing that"
me: and he says
t: :-)
me: "its ok...i don't really have boobs"
t: LOL
me: i got him some new shorts and a shirt
me: ugly as sin
t: lol
me: they're like the stuff little black boys wanna wear
me: right
me: I"m all like "hey willis...you sure you want that?"
me: he says "who's willis?"
me: but if that's what he wants....and he's happy with that on....so be it
t: lol
t: hey...Kristy
me: yeah a 9 yr old will make you feel old fast
me: i know.... you gotta go
t: sorry
me: *shrugs*
t: so maybe I can catch you later?
t: :-)
me: mayyyybeeeeee
me: :-)
t: :-)
me: its ok I'm in a good mood
t: good
me: Bucky does that to me
t: :-)
me: i can't help it...i really love my kid
t: true
me: i feel very lucky to have him
me: go work T...
t: but I I need to get going babe...
me: yup
t: ok
t: I love you babe
t: :-)
t: buh bye for now
me: i love you right front...
t: :-)
