
OK, these two threads are pretty much completely unrelated.
First, yesterday Matt had a G&T trip to the Reagan Library with other students from the Santa Monica/Malibu School District. If you've not been to the Reagan Library, you should visit. It's a terrific, interactive walk through history. There is a big piece of the Berlin Wall in the back yard overlooking the hills of Simi Valley, lots of videos of key speeches, and interesting artifacts of a far different time in our history.
I really enjoyed talking with Matt about some of these historical moments and how they affected me when I was his age (e.g., the Iran Hostage Crisis, the assassination attempt, "Mr. Gorbachev, tear down this wall..."). If you are one of the families coming to LA this year, schedule an afternoon for the Reagan Library. You won't regret it. (And of course, if you have more time you can take in the Nixon Library in Whittier while you're at it).
Second, while Marcus and I made a killer
Asparagus Soup Matt went to a friend's house. About 10pm when I went to pick him up I discovered there were "plant people" growing near Baxter Drive! Apparently they were playing hide-n-seek in the dark outside and saw a "green face that looked exactly like a real face!" They were seriously all completely scared-to-death. The drive home was filled with cryptic references to plant people, goblins, and ogres. I offered to stop and look in the bushes to see if I could see anything. However, Matt said
"No! What if you DON'T see it!"
Of course, I thought that would be a good thing. But apparently, that would mean that the plant people were mobile and were probably en route to our house to consume Mom and Marcus as we speak.
He was so scared. Terrified. On the verge of tears. Constantly. After putting him to bed, and coming upstairs I remembered a few instances of paralyzing fear from my own childhood. And I decided to invite him upstairs to lay in bed and read with me. He was SO relieved.
While he read "The Dangerous Book for Boys", I read "That Hideous Strength". After about a half-hour we turned off the light and he slept like a baby.
It was terrific to have my ten-year old in bed with us cuddling us all night. It's been a long time. Of course, Marcus joined us at some point in the middle of the night. So by 5am I was completely squished, about to fall out of bed, and afraid to move or I might wake someone up. So, I just got up and came to start blogging. There are precious few opportunities ahead for me to cuddle Matt and Marcus. Despite the combined body heat, the constant kicking, and fighting for pillow space, it was a great night.