<p>LOL. Mathson hates that sort of restaurant. You wait too long between courses, they don’t serve enough. The food is too fancy. (I should be grateful though at least he likes Indian food.) In high school he had a blabby friend, but now we have nothing. I’d gladly subscribe to that Rent-a-son service.</p>
<p>Alu–the best transitional object was that of my nephew. He just had to carry around a satin half-slip that belonged to his mother. He was 2 to 3 at the time, and it was a startling object to see in his hands. :D</p>
<p>Now he is a perfectly well-adjusted HS senior.</p>
<p>Ahh! Transitional objects! Great topic! Remember those felt-covered rubber pads you put on crib mattresses to keep the matress from getting “wet”? Well, true confessions here-- I used to put them on TOP of the sheet in the crib so I didn’t have to keep changing the sheet if s’s diaper “leaked”. Well, you can see where this is going. DS#1 got attached to the rubber sheet thing. He used to ask where it was by saying “we??” Hence, it became known as his “we”. We had to cut up pieces to take it places. And although we (fortunately) had several of these things, they didn’t all feel the same, after multiple times through the washer and dryer. He had his preferences.</p>
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<p>Eloquent, pithy: cheers.</p>
<p>Hey…where’s Berurah? I miss her!</p>
<p>Hey cheers! I have one son who shares a lot with me, and one who plays his cards pretty close to his chest. Both, however, are more than happy to let us buy them a nice meal (though younger s would probably prefer to just skip the meal, buy a sub andwich and pocket the cash.) Sigh…</p>
<p>I thought I had the transitional object thing down – because my daughter’s was a cloth diaper. Simple, right? Just buy several dozen and send them through the wash cycle numerous times. By the time she was 1 – she could sort through a tall pile of seemingly identical diapers to locate the only one that cut the mustard. That diaper – now gray and totally shredded – still lives under her pillow.</p>
<p>One of mine states that he doesn’t want any parental comment or interference in his love life–but we chip in our comments in any event. Plus, his movie star gorgeous gf hangs around the house so much, it is pretty easy to see what is going on in his love life, hubba hubba. (Hats off to parents of stunningly beautiful girls. How do you get the nerve to let them out of the house? I get nervous about strangers seeing such a gorgeous girl walk down the street alone. Irrational, but I put it down to my years as an MOS. Honestly, I’d rather that either she or son drove her everywhere she needs to go. I’d be a nightmare as an MOG).</p>
<p>But my boys aren’t fussy about restaurants. Many trattorias and bistros use table linens and a small candle. That’ll do the trick.</p>
<p>But I agree–non-verbal types might get the hives waiting for courses. I loved your comment about ‘Life’ cereal mathmom. I’ve been chuckling about that for a few days.</p>
<p>Loved the story of the ‘wee’ jymmie.</p>
<p>cheers, as a MOBG: I let her out of the house with a smile and a kiss and a jealous sigh over of all the fun I know she’s having. </p>
<p>Gather ye rosebuds and all.</p>
<p>Cheers – Not irrational. After a couple of unsettling things happened this summer (nothing physically harmful, just yucky things) to my 17 year old, <em>very beautiful</em> (quoting other people here) daughter, friends have told me not to let her walk to the library/post office/BART anymore. But, what can you do? It is a creepy world out there. Even walking to the library in a decent neighborhood in broad daylight . . .</p>
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<p>Alu- best idea ever! I love it. And speaking of transitional objects, I have one for my long-lost Inca son-who-speaks-little-and-condescends-much. </p>
<p>It’s my daughter’s new boyfriend! This kid is S’s opposite. Hugs me every freaking time he sees me, sometimes twice in one day! Chatty. Pleasant. Kind. Adores 17-year-old D (they are each the other’s first bf/gf), is on time, knows when to be quiet, smiles without being sardonic or wry, rinses off his dishes and loads the dishwasher, drives cautiously (according to D), and most of all… seeks and even TAKES advice from us…as if H and I are normal people with something of interest to offer a young man. I didn’t know sons could be like this at 19! 
So that’s it… the BF is my transitional son, until S snaps out of it (he was such a great 10-year-old… where’d that kid go off to)…</p>
<p>I count myself lucky. My S sounds a lot like momof2inca’s D’s bf. </p>
<p>I have a chatty son who confides in me. And we “get” eachother-- more than any other two people in my house, anyway. The other day he said, “Oh Mom, I’m so glad there’s someone in this family who understands me.” :)</p>
<p>I will loan him out any time.</p>
<p>momof2inca – where did your D find that boy? And you have one too, SBmom? I’m jealous!</p>
<p>Beats me where he came from… a magical place where they grow Boys Who Like to Talk and Hug? I didn’t even know such boys existed. SBmom, how old is your son? There are probably quite of few moms of d’s in SA who might be interested in this information. :)</p>
<p>And mootie - I’m placing my bet that your S will call on Monday. It being a holiday and no school and some things closed and uh, the name of the holiday might trigger some kind of postnatal memory of you. I don’t know. But I hope he calls!</p>
<p>The magical place where they grow Boys Who Like to Talk and Hug? Is that the same magical land where my taxes pay themselves? Where they always have Lapsang Souchong at the supermarket? Where the washing machine transmogrifies into the dryer once the clothes are clean so that I don’t have to stub my fingers on twisted ropes of wet sheets?</p>
<p>Is that the land where your daughter never gets her feelings hurt by falling for some guy who is just about to start up a relationship with a blond bombshell? The land where your son never whiffs a soccer ball in the second half of the scoreless tie semi-finals? The land where all those things you say the day that you get married remain true forever?</p>
<p>Hmm. No. Probably just the land where at least the shower water is always the perfect temperature. I’ll settle for that. And for Boys Who Like to Talk and Hug.</p>
<p>Happy long weekend everyone.</p>
<p>Mine was one of those wonderboys till age 13. At 17 almost 18 he shares little.
My husband purposedly left my son with $20 cash when we dropped him at college. The first call was to ask how does he get money. The 2nd was to ask where he had put something in his dorm. I don’t expect to hear from him unless he needs something. The last few years have prepared me for this time but I do miss my little buddha boy who loved hugs and told us he would never move out.</p>
<p>mom60–LOL</p>
<p>We made sure our kids not only had bank accounts, but knew how to use the ATM machine! And remembered the PIN. (Assume nothing, is what I always say.)</p>
<p>At home, I am used to knowing where THEY put stuff. At school, they’re on their own…</p>
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Whoa-- new SAT word of the day, alumom!</p>
<p>I forgot about the contest, mootie. I expect you will hear from him by next Fri, Sept 7. First, he’ll have had some events from the long weekend to talk about, a first week or so of classes, but the call won’t interfere with the upcoming weekend activities. Either that or he’ll have run out of clean underwear and wants you to send some so he doesn’t have to do laundry.</p>
<p>My younger s has become, as my late mother would say, a “weisenheimer”. Today he got a letter in the mail (official looking) from his HS. He started reading, with a very straight face, something about his being kicked out because his random drug test was positive for coke, THC, speed, meth, acid, etc.,etc. He looked up at me, still with a straight face and said “thats wrong- I never did meth”. Translation: the letter was from the Head of School, congratulating him on making NMSF. </p>
<p>Other good news- he starts new job tomorrow- working at The Fresh Market . <a href=“http://www.freshmarket.com/[/url]”>http://www.freshmarket.com/</a> I hope they give employee discounts. They have great produce, meat, bakery items, nuts, sushi etc… I could never work there. I’d eat my way through the store. I’m starting my shopping list now!</p>
<p>Mommusic- the funny thing is he has a bank account with an ATM. He knows how to use it and his pin. What he hasn’t bothered to do is check the balance to see if there is any money in the account. He used most of it when he was away this summer. He thinks he used most of it up. If he bothered to check his balance he would see the money I put in for him right before he left for school. I am waiting for him to figure it out.
Fresh market sounds yummy. Yeah for son’s having useful jobs.</p>
<p>mom60-
I thought the ATM slips tell you the balance available in the account when you withdraw money. Maybe he has cked it, and maybe you should too :eek: </p>
<p>Update on DS#2s new job:
- Did he ask HM he would be making an hour? No
- Does he know what he will be doing? Not sure- probably front register… maybe
- Did he remember to figure out where he put his work permit card (he is 17)? No
- Does he have a clue where it is? Obvious no
- Will he need it tomorrow? Don’t know
- Was he appreciative that mom found the printout from when he got his work permit card last year (when he worked at KFC)? Possibly, but he didn’t dare let it show.
Tomorrow should be interesting… At least this uniform won’t smell like chicken grease</p>