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Friday Night at Starbucks

Hey!

It’s Friday night and I couldn’t be happier!

That’s because it’s 10pm and I’m hanging out with Jonathan, my oldest son, and his friend, Carrell.  (Or at least it was Friday night when I wrote this post.)

Goofy Never Looked So Good!

After I fed and bathed my little girls, I decided it was the perfect night to go and blog at Starbucks.  The house was quiet and calm.  Hubby and Josiah were sleeping.  So I did what any mom seeking liberation would do, I looked to one of my teens, in this case Angel, to open up what we call the Baby Sitting Club.  This is a lovely arrangement where I pay an hourly rate, about half of minimum wage, for one of the older kids to watch Autumn Joy and Alexis.

I’m certain that Angel is going to be able to buy her own home out right with cash by the time she graduates from high school with all the money she’s making baby sitting.

Why do we pay at all?  Yes, I know that a parent could simply expect an older sibling to watch a younger sibling and expect no compensation at all, but I feel I have to pay-out for the mental damages incurred  for watching two tots who literally make you want to pull your hair out form the roots at times.

So I secured babysitting, grabbed John’s new laptop and headed out of the door. It was at that moment that I ran into Jonathan and Carrell who decided that chillin’ out at Starbucks on a Friday night with their pimped out laptops was far more appealing than staring at the walls at home.

Here’s Carrell posing in front of his webcam.

Hot Chocolate, Anyone?

Is he not adorable?

Carrell is actually the best friend of Josiah, my youngest son; and now he’s my adopted son.  He’s always at my home with Chelsea, his younger sister.  They actually live right upstairs in our two family home.

Here I am with his mom, Pat, my good friend.

Josiah stayed home because he was asleep on the couch when we left for Starbucks.  He was in a sleep coma because he attends a private school that doesn’t observe Jewish holidays; poor thing had to go to school while his public school siblings stayed home.

When we settled down with our hot chocolates and frappuccino, I saw Jonathan and Carrell doing lots of cool and crazy things on their computers.

Hard At Work Playing on the Computer

I couldn’t believe what I saw.

They shot pictures using their webcam and chose funny backgrounds for them, like this one…

Which shows John and I on multiple screens at a train station.  I imagine we’re in Chicago and not really sitting in Starbucks sipping our drinks.

And this one…

Hey, Mom!  I made it to the big screen!  (Sorry your “Johny Boy” looks like a gangsta!)

And this one…

Which shows where Jonathan got his craziness from.  I call it Like Mother, Like Son.

Here I am blogging away.

Blog, Baby. Blog!

(I love pictures that show just how old and tired I look sometimes.)

This picture was actually taken on Carrell’s phone.  Then he emailed it to something on his laptop and saved it to my flash drive which I then reinserted back into my laptop to pull up the images.  (First he tried to simply email it to my me on my computer, but I wasn’t able to access my web mail for some strange reason.)

I was awed at the technology they were using and the fact that the boys were so savvy about using it.  They were actually schooling me on the many ways to do something with computers and it’s programs.

Shouldn’t it be the other way around?

I’ve been working on computers for quite some time now and is partly what I get paid to do.  I’m not exactly in the dark about how all of this works, but when it came to this kind of stuff, the boys, especially Carrell, were light years ahead of me.  I was so tickled.  I almost had goose bumps!

I had the best time ever!  I love this new phases of motherhood I’m entering.  Doing “cool” things with my teenage son and his friends.

At Mom's Surprise Birthday Party

It’s hard to believe that I almost forfeit this awesome experience because I started to make a u-turn and take the boys home before we even reached Starbucks.

That’s because John and I got into a conversation about me respecting his privacy on his social networking sites.  This came about because I grabbed his laptop when he wasn’t home and he thought I might have checked his Facebook page.

I got so heated under the collar as I explained to my soon to be grown son that he has no privacy on said sites, that we must have all his passwords, and that at any time his father and I reserve the right to check all of his activity on everything electronic.

Even though John was oddly respectful and calculated in his response and tone duiring our conversation (this is a huge milestone), I told myself that as soon as I exited the parkway, I was going to drop his butt right back home.  Actually, he’s lucky that I didn’t drop him on the side of the road.

Okay, that’s the old Tiff talking.  The new Tiff actually tells her son as soon as they get out of the car that what ever Dad decides is good enough for her (but she already knows Dad agrees with her).  Then she proceeds to make googly eyes at her son while she waits in line to order him a tall hot chocolate.  This is how she says, “I love you son, and please bear with Mommy while I attempt to properly parent you.  (Even though your almost old enough to sign yourself into the military.”)  His response is to blush and make that baby face which I love so much; it shows me that his heart is still tender.

These are the best days ever!

Tiff

any mom seeking liberation would do, I looked to one of my teens, in this case Angel, to open up what we call the Baby Sitting Club.  This is a lovely arrangement where I pay an hourly rate, about half of minimum wage, for one of the older kids to watch Autumn Joy and Alexis.

And just let me say that Angel is going to be able to buy her own home out right by the time she graduates from high school with all the cash she’s making.

Why do we pay at all?  Yeah, I know that a parent could simply tell an older sibling to watch a younger sibling and expect no compensation at all, but I feel I have to pay-out for the mental damages incurred while watching two tots who literally make you want to pull your hair out from the roots at times.

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