Queen of Spain Blog

Of course I tell my kids they can do anything. I tell them they can be anything. I tell them anything is possible.

What I didn’t realize, was 4 years of telling my son the world, nay, the universe was his to take-now means 24 hour viewing of the Science channel and every single thing in my home being taken apart.

EVERYTHING.

My remotes don’t work. Which is fine since we only watch the Science channel.
ALL of his toys are in various stages of dismantling.

I step on screws everywhere I walk.

My kitchen floor is caked in goo and water and flour from his “experiments”-which he calls his “experiences.”

Damn me and my positive parenting.

Happy 4th of July.

We spent today at a great little beach here in Florida. Sand, sun, more sand, shells, sand in swim diapers, sand in hair…you get the idea.

Count Waffles the Terrible spent most of his beach time looking for friends. He approached many a group of what could only be vacationing cousins or relatives on an outing…only to strike out and be ignored. Ok, maybe ignored is too harsh. Mostly he ran up to a group of older kids and yelled something like “Hi guys!” and then just proceeded to try and do whatever they were doing. Many times they just didn’t even notice the new little kid tagging along back.

While I’m proud of my little guy for being so social…it also kinda freaks me out that he always tries to play with the big kids and where he is not invited. I worry about rejection. I worry about them including him only to pick on him. I worry about stupid shit that is all part of childhood that I really shouldn’t worry about.

I spent the day worrying…until I overheard my mother and father talking.

My Mom was telling my Dad how the Count just runs up and finds friends wherever we are…just like his mother used to do. She told stories of how I would ditch my cousins to go find new friends on whatever vacation or trip we were on. How my cousins would then sit back and complain that I left them yet again for my new friends I met at the hotel pool, or theme park, or beach.

Suddenly I was much less worried about the Count. After all..I’m just fine, and my willingness to meet new people and introduce myself at random has really blessed me with some of the most amazing people in my life.

Yeah. I feel better now. I’m going to try and NOT freak out anymore when my little social butterfly just prances up to a group and joins in on the fun. After all, if he really is that much like me…he won’t listen when I tell him not too anyway.