Diarrhea of the Mouth

This phrase is totally disgusting, and yet it describes some things so perfectly well that I must use it.
For example, after school, I go to the sitter's and pick up Little Man. After watching him play with the other little boys for a minute, and talking to the sitter to see how his day went, we load up in the car for the ten minute trip home. Usually, I try to interact with him about what he sees, or who's house he was at, or what color the truck was that drove by, those kinds of things.
Yesterday, I didn't feel like talking because I had a headache. But, Little Man didn't see the need in being quiet. He talked and talked and talked.
About what?
I have no clue!
He went from red trucks, to Blake's truck, to Blake's sleeping, to making snoring sounds, to making cow, pig, chicken, duck and horse sounds. From there he talked about seeing horses and cows, and then colors that he knows, and then something about Daddy, and then he named every person he knows, and then he just started screaming, all because that's what came to his head.
It reminded me of being in college, and those English teachers that told us to just write down whatever was in our heads, whether it made sense or not. Stream of conscienceness exercise or something like that. Funny. My child is almost two and doing the things we did in college. I don't know whether to be impressed by my child, or depressed that in college that was a hard thing for me to do.

Carolina Ditzy

Okay, I usually don't blog about watching a TV show, but tonight I just can't help it. On AI tonight, little hillbilly girl Kellie Pickler tried to come out of her little country shell and sing something a little more "risque." Never mind that the girl shouldn't be singing in front of a live audience, let alone on TV, but she's cute, and giggly and the boys like to watch her bounce up and down when she gets giddy.
On a previous show, she talked about eating calamari, and Simon teased her about how she said it. Tonight, Simon called her "a naughty little minx." She promptly asked Simon what a "minx" was, who couldn't do anything but giggle. Then at the end, she told Ryan she was a "mink." To which Ryan asked her if she had anything interesting for lunch today, and she said she had a new fish, a "SAL-mon!" All Ryan could do was respond, "okay" and turn away to give the numbers to dial. I was cracking up! Here they are, making fun of this little girl and her little accent and big city ignorance, and all she does is stand there bouncing, giggling, and making little boy dreams come true. My husband responded by saying that "even though she can't sing, we should keep her around for the laughs!"
Thank God for live TV, and for TiVo!

Over. Done. Finito.

I am done.
There is nothing more I can do.
It is now all in the hands of the graders.
Let them be merciful.

I know I didn't make a perfect score, but all I am praying for is an 80. If I make an 80, then I will be allowed to take the Master Math Teacher test in order to add one more certificate to my resume.

But there is no feeling like the feeling of turning in the one test that sums up three years worth of work. Three years worth of one weekend a month, and six weeks each summer. Of leaving my two-week old son for eight hours a day for six weeks while I attempted and successfully conquered Calculus and College Geometry. Of sitting in a handicapped bathroom stall pumping every couple hours because I hurt every time I thought/talked about him. Of making friends with women and men that I never would have met if it hadn't been for this class, and that I wouldn't have made it through these past three years without.

None of this would have been possible without the ever-present, ever-helpful support of my husband, my mother, and my mother-in-law, who always took care of my child when I had class or a test, or needed to study, or anything else that I needed to do to get this done.

More to come when I find out what I made on the test. But until then... I'm done. It's over. No more classes, no more books, no more homework! YEAH!

* Edited*
Please let me also include in my thank you anyone else who lent a helping hand... including my sister, Amanda Sue and her hubby, and other wonderful people that kept my child while I was at school. Please accept all apologies of forgetfulness or omission of names as it was not my intention to leave anyone out. :)

Daddy's Boy

Here is the conversation that occurred between my child and I this afternoon... "M" is for Mommy, "L" is for Little Man.

L: Where's Daddy?
M: Daddy went to the doctor to fix his boo-boo.
L: Oh. Okay.

(Five minutes later): L: Where'd Daddy go?
M: Daddy's at the doctor.
L: Oh. Okay.

(Fifteen minutes later... I know... exciting)
L: Daddy doctor.
M: Yes, baby, Daddy's at the doctor.
L: Kiss?
M: Thank you for my kiss.
L: Bye - Bye. (waving)
M: Where are you going?
L: Doctor!

Who says that kids don't know when you're around and when you're not?
Too bad he doesn't ask for me like that when I leave.

Animals of All Kinds

I couldn't help it. I've been going through withdrawals, and so I decided to get my fix and then go back to studying, I promise. I've already taken a break, of sorts, from studying this morning, so I can't spend much time today doing much else.Plus, yoday has been an even more beautiful day than yesterday, with the highs supposed to be in the low 80's. I want to finish and then go sit outside!
Today, my hubby and I decided to take Little Man to the zoo. We decided to go to the smaller, closer one today, rather than the one more than an hour away and a little bigger. I've been to the bigger one several times already, with school trips and what-not, but I had never been to the closer one. So, we packed up and headed out. And yesterday, in conversation with his best friend, my hubby invited them along too. Unfortunately, my half of our friendship couldn't come along because she had class, but we got to take little Dillon instead. It was fun! The first time I took Little Man to the zoo, he was really too little to understand anything and for him, everything was a dog. So, this time was neat, because he knows that an owl hoots and a lion roars and then he could see a real live one, instead of the cartoon version. The cute part was that he called the turtles Franklin. HA! He did really well the whole time! He walked around and held our hands, he would ask to sit in the stroller when he got tired of walking, and he looked intently at the snakes and anything else that moved enough to catch his eye. It was sweet.
When we had seen it all and decided we were hungry for lunch, we got back into the car, where I was reminded that not all men have grown up, even when they have had kids. I prayed and prayed the whole way home for God to grant me temporary hearing loss, so that the things that my hubby and his best friend were discussing would not fall on ears that didn't want to hear such things. Why is it that men are so different from women in every possible aspect? On our way home, there was a car pulled off to the side, and a man/boy (we couldn't tell age) was standing next to his car relieving himself in broad daylight. No Joke. This then rendered up a whole slew of stories of when the two "men" in my car had done the same thing, either sharing personal stories, or reminding each other of "that time when..." Oh goodness. It was sad. I can't believe I had to sit and hear all of that. And I couldn't turn the radio up to tune them out because both little boys were asleep through the whole ride. Why did I have to say I'd drive?
Anyhow, we finally made it back home, so that Little Man could take a real nap, and that my husband could mope around wishing he was still hanging out with his friend and sharing stories. I, on the other hand, am back to studying that animal I call Math.