Grandma Is 'Special'

My mother is always complaining that Nicholas doesn't like her.  Nicholas likes very few people and if you ever don't do things his way he stops liking you.  Yes, this includes me.  He doesn't like me a lot of the time.  My mother tries playing with him the way she thinks he should be able to play.  I tell her that he isn't one of her perfect and super intelligent children (we must have been since she is always saying that me and my sisters could do more than him at his age) and cannot comprehend much less play the way she wants.  So he gets frustrated and upset and doesn't really want much to do with her.

You got mail!

Nicholas likes to help me get the mail.  I open our mail box and give him the junk mail to throw away in a trash can that is next to all the mail boxes.  When we come in through the front gate he starts singing "Check the mail!  Check the mail!"  He rarely gets mail, usually cards around his birthday or christmas, so it's been a while.  When he does get mail he gets real excited.

Yesterday when we got home from Disneyland we checked the mail and he had mail!  From none other than Mickey!!  Not exactly.  He got a magazine sent to annual pass holders and it had Mickey on the cover.  He was so happy he kept saying, "I got mail from Mickey!"over and over again.

Happy with his mail.

Silly

So we have some recent silliness.

I brought home my goggles from my chemistry lab:

He was just in a very silly mood:

My boy, acting silly:

More silliness, this time with the harmonica.  Please ignore the Nutella moustache :P

A little silly concert:

National Train Day

Ok, almost a week later...

On Saturday, May 7, we took a trip to Union Station in Los Angeles for National Train Day 2011 and the 40th anniversary celebration for Amtrak.

Happy to be on the train, on our way to see the trains!

Not 'Graduating'

I just went into the campus bookstore and was bombarded with graduation stuff.  Everything from shirts, to stuffed animals, glasses, key chains - everything.  And the realisation that I'm part of this year's graduating class hit me hard.  I can't breathe, my heart is racing, and I'm sitting here outside the library crying.

I will not be walking in two weeks with the other graduates.  I will have 'earned' my diploma but refuse to join in commencement.  It's suppose to be a celebration of achievement.  I don't think this is an achievement, at least not a good one.  It's quite the opposite, a horrific event.