Say What?!

Ahhh, Valentine’s Day. The day of love.  A day where you do nice things for people, tell someone how much you care, send mushy Valentines and hope you get a few.

Scout got some Valentines at school today, and this was definitely my favorite.  Ahhh, youth. 🙂


You’ve gotta love a kid who really wants to follow The Rules, especially when it comes to using foul language.

We’re pretty strict around here when it comes to the use of off-color words, which honestly makes me laugh when I think about my old rock-n-roll days where the ‘F-word’ was part of my daily vocabulary.  My dead fellow rockers (RIP) would definitely be rolling in their graves if they could hear me now, clean as a whistle. (well….most of the time.  Let’s face it, sometimes nothing punctuates a statement like a good swear. I am the Metal Mommy after all..!)

Yes, clean we are–only lately is my 14 year old allowed to say ‘fart’ instead of ‘toot’.  ‘Oh my God’ is not permitted–whether or not it’s out of reverence I’m still deciding, but to me it just doesn’t sound proper coming out of  young child’s mouth.

The funny thing is I am pretty lenient when it comes to listening to music.  For some reason, the arts indeed have ‘artistic freedom’ to me, and if someone swears in a song, so be it.  I do try to download the ‘clean versions’ of a song whenever I can, but apparently ‘damn’ and ‘ass’ aren’t bad words anymore. (!)  Sometimes, tho, a clean version is not to be found and the good beat or catchy riff of a song trumps the inappropriateness of a Swear.  I’m sure many of you would disagree and be completely appalled at the fact that my son loves the song “Bottoms Up” by Trey Songz, but, there it is.  I do draw the line at letting either of my kids have these songs permanently on their iPods.

What’s interesting, too, is Scout is really quite oblivious to the words, even when to me they are plain as the nose on Pinocchio’s face.  I’ll cringe at a part in a song that is colorful and he’ll say, “I don’t hear anything…” Now with typical kids you may think they are just saying that to get away with something illicit, but I really don’t think so with Scout.  This is the kid who calls the hanging icicles off of our roof ‘ice darns’.  I’ve literally heard him say the word ‘beep’ in place of something that could be much worse in an exclamation.  “I can’t get past these beep level on this game!”  hilarious.

I know this innocence won’t last forever, but it is darn (or, damn?!) precious.  I never want my kids, no matter how old they are, to sound crass–but part of me will give myself a little knuckle punch when I hear the first real bad word come out of his mouth.  After all, sometimes rules need to be broken!

OK.  I guess Scout is no longer living in his country of Armero. (see previous post.) He has now re-named it Heimey. (pronounced, HayMay.)  The capitol of Heimay is Hota. (I’d put the umlauts over the ‘o’ as he has it written but I’ve never quite figured out how to type that out on the keyboard…!)  He has made an actual flag as well.  Who knew an IKEA dish towel would be such an inspiration??

Just thought you’d like to know in case you plan on logging onto Expedia and booking a trip.  Apparently the laws of the country are still the same.  I guess when you own your own country you can change the name whenever you please.

Apparently my son has made himself a new country. It’s called Armero.  No clue where this name came from…just one of many that seem to sound right in his little head as he’s making up maps of undiscovered territories.  Scout isn’t sure if it’s a democracy or a dictatorship (do I need to be worried?!), but here are the ‘rules’ of his country:

1. No Smoking
2. No drugs – illegal
3. No stealing
4. Slaves – illegal
5. No weapons

Sounds good to me.  Thank goodness about the slaves, I was worried about that one. !


Summer is tough around here, as far as motivating my kids goes. All they want to do is sit around and watch T.V., goof around on the computer or in Scout’s case, spend hours upon hours playing games on his iPod.  As any parent knows, numbing your brain with countless hours of electronics is not ideal for the growing mind.

At least with V, she has peeps in the neighborhood and they often come calling.  Then she’ll get off her duff and go hang with them outside at the park, or at least out in their various yards.  Or she’ll go biking over to their house.  With Scout, that’s a bit more challenging.  Not being as outgoing as many other kids, even though thankfully he does have friends that he hangs with here and there, kids aren’t exactly pounding on his door.  He recently made a connection with a kid in his afternoon park program who actually lives right up the street and did play with him one afternoon, but that’s been it so far.  I often wonder, is it still his age?  Or is it just because of the Asperger’s thing?  I honestly can’t remember how social V was at that age.  I know she’s always had a ton of friends, but just can’t recall how much she reached out to others back then, or vise versa.


Scout’s big sis had her 14 year old birthday slumber party last night. (and we all survived.)  A parent came to the door this morning to pick up one of the girls.  It was pretty early, and Scout was still in his boxer-briefs. That’s how he likes to sleep…he starts out in jammies but typically ends up taking them off at some point in the night, I guess he just gets too warm.

I chatted with the dad at the front door while the girl was getting her stuff together. All of a sudden Scout appears in all his skivvie-glory and announces, “Don’t mind me in my underwear, this is how I sleep!” and then goes back to what he was doing in the other room.  Ahhh, unabashed youth.  Or shall I say, Asperger youth…??! Talk about a good way to embarrass your big sister! 🙂

So on our way to Tae Kwon Do today we were listening to music in the car.  The song “Imagine” by JohnLennon came on and afterwards I said to Scout, “I just love that song, it always makes me cry…”  When Scout asked me why I asked him if he had listened to the lyrics.  When he answered no, I explained how John Lennon tries to get us to think about a world where people all get along and live in peace, how there are no countries to provoke war, no possessions to hinder sharing.  Scout then replies, “It would be a little different to share my bed with someone from Czechoslovakia…!”  Not exactly what I was getting at, but, I suppose it would!!