Company

We had someone new for supper tonight.  It was Tricia's friend, Stephanie.  Stephanie (which is going to take some getting used to with typing) and I were in cahoots last year around this time preparing a surprise going away party for Tricia before she left us.  Well, Stephanie reappeared in our lives as a teacher in Seth's class at church.  Immediately Seth loved her.  I think she loves him, so that helps him.  He doesn't like fake people.  Anyway, she was at church last night in his class, and he walked in and sat right down in her lap.  Didn't even say goodbye.  THAT is a first, my friends.  Usually we at least get a hung head or a pouty lip.  Nope.  I had to loudly say goodbye across the sea of children.  I'm good with that though.  Pretty used to it, since that's how Hannah has ALWAYS been.  No really.  As soon as we took her to the nursery her nursery workers loved her, and doted on her, and would always tell us how much she smiled and "talked" to them.  The only time she ever had separation anxiety was when she had been sick and I had checked on her in between Sunday school and church, she saw me, and then saw me leave, and she didn't understand why she wasn't leaving too.  It was quickly resolved though, and she was fine.  The other time was 6 days after I had Seth and she went to church with Dusty and my mom.  They had to be retrieved about 20 minutes after they got there.  Both totally natural.  Seth hasn't been that easy.  So I asked Stephanie on facebook if she wanted to come over for supper tonight, and she did.  I asked Seth last night if he wanted Stephanie to come for supper sometime, and he said, "Miss STEPHANIE?!?" in a high pitched squealy excited voice, and then said what he said when I told him Tricia was coming once, "I want Stephanie to come and read books to me."  Token of love right there.  :) Today when I told him she was coming for supper he asked if a couple of other people from his class were coming too.  No.  Just Stephanie.  Thankfully.  Apparently one kid he asked about is a tyrant.  I can believe it.  I saw him check another boy into the bookcase on Sunday.  Being a strict mother, I grabbed him arm, bent down and immediately told him that wasn't how we treated people and he needed to go tell that boy that he was sorry.  GO!  TELL HIM!  He did.


Having a new person for supper is always a little anxious.  I don't know what they like or dislike.  Whether they'll like my style of cooking or not.  We had maple glazed pork chops, mashed potatoes, green beans and a giant cookie (sound familiar, Tricia?).  We LOVE this meal, but what if she doesn't?  Well, she did, or at least she claimed she did to be nice and choked it down.  She did, however, agree that we should do it again, and we set a time to do that, but that was all at my provoking...  Well, the kids and I really enjoyed her, and I think Dusty did too.  He had not one thing to say about the whole thing, so that's a huge compliment.  There aren't ever really telling signs of approval, but there are definite signs of disapproval.  The biggest stamp would be if he starts harassing her, like he does Tricia.  When he draws an equally endearing picture of her as a unicorn, then we'll know she's in. :)  Too bad she's already a senior.  We need to be starting these kids younger, but like I told Stephanie tonight, college students aren't as fun when they're freshman, or even sophomores.  There's not as much self deprecation or confidence.

All in all, it was a good night.  Poor Stephanie did have to bear the pain of me being a stay at home mom, as did the Discover card lady, or mortgage broker, and the lady checker at Target.  All innocent bystanders as I spill out my necessary number of words for the day that don't get expelled during the day, for the most part. :)  Maybe that'll be my next project.