Sunday, November 28, 2010

Options

Today in church, I kept Paul entertained by having him write a list of all of his career options. It is definitely worth the read. My favorites would have to be hobo, Las Vegas showman, priest, and Emperor. Here is the list, in order and exactly as written:

opthalmologist
astronaut
mission control
teacher
train engineer
electrician
commercial airline pilot
Navy
Marines
Army
Air Force
Coast Guard
teller
accountant
President/CEO
manager
truck driver
bus driver
Captain
Border Patrol
policeman
fireman
Admiral
General
rookie
Colonel (pronouced Ker-nel)
Corporal
Sergeant
surgeon
doctor
actor
cardiologist
cardio-thoracic surgeon
orthopedic surgeon
priest
coal miner
copper miner
gold miner
other mineral miner
zoologist
zookeeper
news reporter
talkshow host
President of the United States
congressman
House of Representatives
historian
U.S. Senator
Secretary of State
Vice President
Treasurer
Governor
architect
engineer
computer animator
inventor
vendor
waiter
veterinarian
hobo
marine biologist
author
illustrator
missionary
soldier
Las Vegas showman
musician
trumpeteer
preacher
professor
cowboy
rancher
farmer
career criminal
pirate
photographer
veteran
lawyer
judge
Emperor
construction worker
video game animator
director
producer
FBI Special Agent
SWAT Team Officer
therapist
comedian
artist
fighter pilot
translator
King
coach
cook
shepherd
shoe polisher at airport
sailor
detective
contractor
dictator

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Feline Woes of a Home Office

We have a cat named Mose (after Dwight Schrute's cousin on The Office). We've had Mose since he was six weeks old, and I can honestly tell you that something is wrong with this cat. He is not normal in any way. He's extremely loud, carries things around in his mouth, tortures dogs, sucks on people's earlobes, and is a practicing kleptomaniac. He collects random items from around the house, such as nail clippers, scotch tape, bandaids, spoons, pencils, underwear, business cards, and chapstick, and he hides them on the crow's nest of his cat tower. He darts out of hiding spots and attacks ankles whenever possible. He has a sick little sense of humor. Obviously this makes him one of our favorite pets.

As a bookkeeper who still has a few clients in addition to my regular job, my home office is very important to me. Mose has a bone to pick with my adding machine, so this is what I frequently come home to. Sigh.

Issues of Scale

We have a scale that is programmed with ID numbers for each user. Paul came out of my bathroom the other night and said, "Mom, I'm really sorry, but I accidentally weighed with Scott's ID number." I told him it was no big deal and not to worry about it. He replied, "Ok, but just make sure Scott knows that he did NOT lose 164.4 pounds."

Monday, November 15, 2010

Ten Years With a Miracle


On an unusually serious note today, I'm celebrating ten years with my miracle baby, Paul Philip. Paul nearly died at birth of Group B strep pneumonia.

Today Paul is a thriving, brilliant 10 year old- a true "boy genius" who astounds those around him on a regular basis. He has a photographic memory and can recite anything from dates in history to distances in light years of objects in space to maps of the human anatomy. He rarely shows his teeth when he smiles- rather just a little smirk with lips pursed, and it makes me laugh every time he does it. I can't imagine life without my special miracle boy. If it weren't for Paul, the Pross Posse would definitely be missing a key element. The artwork below is by Scott. My favorite of his pieces by far.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Serious Stuff

This Halloween was a pretty good one.  Paul wanted to be an opthalmologist. While trick-or-treating, Paul's wait for candy on a neighbor's porch ended when another boy his age opened the door. The boy said seriously, "Hi Paul." Paul replied, "Hello Eduardo." Eduardo then handed Paul a piece of candy and closed the door. Scott asked, "I take it you know him? What was that all about?" Paul replied, "That's Eduardo. My archnemesis."