T is for Tuesday (or Thursday). Tuesday (or Thursday) is for T.

OK, OK. I know. I know. This is the second week in a row that I have been late with T's post. Last week I blamed it on my work load. This week I blame it on the stomach flu. As you may recall, the yuck attacked Michael on Saturday and Sunday. I then fell victim to it on Monday and Tuesday - thus no blogging for me the last few days. However, I am happy to report that all is well again at our abode - no more frequent trips to the commode :) So, here's this week's post!
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On Monday, Michael came home from school to be with the kids as I was out of commission. Because of this, he had the great pleasure of taking T to his first Sports Mania class at the local health club. The instructor just happens to be the Mom of T's pal, E, and she thought it would be a great idea for him to join the class in an effort to help him become a bit more brave about doing things without Mom and Dad around. We thought that was a grand idea and so he started this week. Buddy E is also in the class and though there were a few tears in the beginning from T, Michael said he recovered well and spent the majority of the class having a ball - literally and figuratively. He was very excited to tell me all about it when he returned and I will tell you, it was a bright spot in an otherwise pretty miserable day! So thanks, Mrs. Jeannette and E, for inviting T to the class and helping to make his first day so successful.

Upon returning home from doing errands with Dad later that day, T had a gift for me. He quietly came into the bedroom and whispered (which is quite an accomplishment) to me, "Here Mama. I have some Lemanon for you. It will make you big and healthy and strong." What was this magic potion you might ask. Seven-Up of course! Not sure where the "Lemanon" came from - there IS a picture of a lemon on the container......
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T often likes to pretend that it's someone's birthday and then has great fun in describing what kind of party that person (or stuffed animal) will be having that day. Tonight, he told me, "Mommy! It's your birthday!" to which I replied, "Great! How old am I today?" T's response, "You're 32! You're getting younger!" Hooray for me!
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While drumming with Michael.....

T: "Daddy. You do it like this. You drum and then you put your sticks in your armpits."
M: "In your armpits?!"
T: "That's what me and Pake do."

Thanks, Pake.
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