Night and Day

It's amazing how my child's attitude is the difference between night and day now that I have taken him out of the situation at the babysitter's house that he didn't like. Do I have another babysitter lined up yet for this week? Nope. Am I worried? NO! Because I am enjoying the fact that my child doesn't go to bed in a bad mood and then wake up mad at me anymore.

So, long story short, my child didn't like the babysitter's house. I think he was ignored and didn't have anyone to play with, so it wasn't any fun. I also think that he got made the example for the younger boys, and being the one in trouble all the time just isn't any fun at all. So, we decided to take him out of that environment, and so far, I've had nothing but good feelings about it for three days. What lesson did I learn? Listen to my instinct, because apparently, I was right.

Wish

My sister had to visit our fair city the other day for a career fair at the college. Since she was in town, there was no way we were going to let her come to town and not go see her. So, we came home from school, packed up the things that I wanted to give her, and went into town. When we went to see her, she brought Micheal and I some fun things, mainly for Micheal, though.
She brought him some clothes for the winter, his Halloween costume, some books and a starfish Beanie Baby.
He really wasn't that interested in the starfish that night, but he was really interested in it the next morning. So interested, in fact, that he carries it with him everywhere now, and he named it. When I ask him where his starfish is, he tells me "No, Mommy! It's not a starfish, it's MY BABY!" The tag says that it's name is "Wish" after Wish Upon a Star, except that Micheal apparently doesn't like that name, so it's new name is My Baby.
At least it's not a boy playing with dolls, right?

Move Outta My Way!

Last weekend we got to take Micheal on a tour of the fire station downtown. Micheal thinks that Daddy's police car is just as cool as can be, so to be able to see a firetruck up close and personal was almost more than he could bear!






He got to get inside two of the firetrucks, and waved to us and talked about what sounds a firetruck made, and what they did. He was so happy! He asked the fireman about everything he saw, "What's that?" and even if he didn't understand, he'd say "That's cool!"




The whole way home all he could talk about was getting to drive the firetruck and how that fireman tickled him when he was leaving.


Does anyone else see a future profession in his mind?

BIG

Last weekend was a BIG weekend for my little Micheal.
We started out the weekend by switching his sleeping arrangements from his baby crib into the daybed we had in the guestroom.

Only now we don’t call it the guest bed, now we call it his BIG BOY bed. He absolutely LOVES it!

I’ve only had a problem with him getting out of it once, and that was because he didn’t feel good. But once I tucked him in right, then he fell asleep. He wakes up in the morning and asks to get up; he doesn’t just jump up, so that’s a good thing. But I think I’m having a harder time adjusting to this than he is. I just can’t get over the fact that he’s not my tiny baby anymore. He’s really getting bigger, and I get scared that the next time I blink, he’s going to be 18 and going off to college! AAAHHH!!!

Strike Me Blind, Or Learn How to Dress

I wish that part of growing up meant that there was a pass or fail class that taught everyone the basics of dressing.
If I have to see another girl wearing a white shirt with anything other than a white or nude colored bra underneath it, I think I'm going to scream! I don't understand why people walk out of the house intentionally wearing a white tank top and a black bra!
I also don't understand boys that walk around with their pants down around their ankles, because what's the point of wearing them at all?
Twice this week, I have gone somewhere and been embarrassed for them. Why can't they either be embarrassed for themselves or just not wear it to begin with? This drives me nuts!

Okay, rant over.