Grown-up Drue's Dream and Crab Rangoon at 8/7 Central

Oh.My.  Drue sure has kept me laughing the past few days.  The girl is a hoot...and I don't think she always means to be.  Dig...he tries.  He's the entertainer.  Drue.  She's the serious one...who still manages to CRACK me up.  I have a few different stories that I want to make sure and post about, since I wasn't getting around to doing them, I thought I could group them all together in a little "Drue Collage."  So here ya' go...


> Monday, as I was making supper Drue came into the kitchen with a little note she had just written.  She proceeded to read it to me.  See for yourself.

"I am 7.  I love being 7.  I {feel} like a {grown-up.}

It is fun being 7.  2011"

Ah, yes!  I remember being 7.  It was almost exactly 27 years ago (yikes!!) that my dad moved to Eldora.  He was 27 (or 28...but work with me) he was moving home to help his dad farm and would eventually take the operation over.  Dad moved for planting season, in March or April, but Mom and the boys and I stayed in Jefferson, IA until school was let out for the year.  I was in 1st Grade.  Just like DD.  Mom would take us to visit on the weekends.  I still get butterflies in my stomach when we get to the bridge in Ellsworth on 175. I knew when I saw that bridge it was 27 miles (see what I did there with the 27s?!) until we'd be in Eldora.  About 27 minutes until I would see my dad!

I was only 7, but I remember feeling so grown-up.  I would be moving to a new school, have to make new friends, but I don't remember being worried about those things.  I remember feeling grown-up...like my DD feels at 7.  I just didn't bother writing a little note telling everyone, like she did!

> Then Tuesday night she shocked us with quite the grown-up comment.  We've never had bedtimes.  Ever. When you're tired, go to bed, or fall asleep in the living room. It has never been crazy, but before they were in school the kids would stay up later, like 9:30-10.  But since they've been in school, it's more like 8:30-9.  The kids still sit on my lap and fall asleep.  I love it.  I get sad when, occasionally, they fall asleep on the floor alone.  As I've mentioned in previous posts, the time change was hard.  Mostly on me.  Drue must have been feeling it too, because Tuesday I heard something I don't know if any 7 year-old has ever said in the history of all time..."Mom, I think I want to start having a bedtime."  Excuse me?! So she explained to me that she'd go to her room and get in bed at 8:15 so she would hopefully be asleep by 8:30.  Well, she's done it one night.  She's not making any promises! 

> Last night, I heard Drue crying in her sleep.  I was tired and didn't get up to check on her. Bad Mom! I figured, if she woke up, she'd come get me.  I waited in bed thinking she'd be coming and she never did.  I easily fell back asleep.  When I woke her up this morning I asked her if she had a bad dream, thinking it probably had to do with the tornado on last night's episode of the Suite Life on Deck.  She popped her head up and with big eyes said, "yes!  We were having a school play and there was only ONE cowgirl and ONE horse...and I got the horse part!"  Not exactly what I was expecting.  Drue was so sad.  The girl wants to be a cowgirl so badly.  Eventually, she told me that the little girl who got the cowgirl part never learned her lines so the two switched and that little girl had to be the horse, while DD starred as the cowgirl.  So, the bad dream ended well.

>  This morning, Drue was getting a few minutes of morning cartoons while eating breakfast.  She must have found a show she wanted to watch because I heard,  "Mom? Will I be home at 8 - 7 Central?"  When she got home from school she said, "the movie I want to watch is on at 8/7 Central.  When is that?" 

> Warning:  Do not give Drue Kathleen a crab rangoon.  Oh my goodness.  It was hilarious.  Ryan and I ordered Chinese tonight and I told Drue she just had to try one.  They are so good, I assured her.  She took a big ol' bite and immediately ran to get a drink.  Then she disappeared, so I thought all was fine.  A minute later she runs from the living room with the chewed up rangoon in her palm and scratching at her tongue frantically trying to get the taste off! I started laughing to the point I almost peed my pants.  True story. I told her to go to the bathroom and she gags, almost puking the entire way there.  She brushed her teeth for 3 or 4 minutes and took a drink of my Dr. Pepper in hopes of washing the taste out of her mouth.  I am still laughing to the point of tears.  She told me it tasted like "rotten cheese, raw hamburger and rocks!"  Ahhh.  Tears!  heehehheha! The girl doesn't like cheese.  When we play "Would You Rather" she tries to think of the grossest/ scariest things she can... "Would you rather swim with a shark...or eat CHEEEEEESE???"  Like cheese is the most disgusting thing on Earth.  I believe her new question will be "would you rather jump in lava or eat crab rangoooooon?!!" 

Oh, my dear DD.  You make me giggle.  And pee my pants.  I love you so.