Now I know...

Now I know why I never used to have indoor plants... because they bring all these gnats that I can't seem to make go away. They follow me around the house like I haven't bathed or something, even though that's about the only thing that I make sure gets done every day.

Now I know why I never wanted to have an inside pet, either. I already don't know what to do about these fish. Why does their water get cloudy every two days? Am I doing something wrong?

Now I know why my husband taught me how to crank the generator that he bought after the hurricane came through and left us powerless for a week. Because when he left very early yesterday morning for a week long school in the middle of nowhere, he didn't know that a storm would come through and knock out our power for eight and a half hours.

Now I know why I don't like knowing that my husband won't be coming home for a week... it makes every noise in the house sound ten times louder. And when you live in the middle of nowhere, and the dog that wandered up a few months ago barks at anything that moves in the moonlight, it makes it a little bit scarier. But, I'm a big girl, right? Just lock all the doors and close all the window shades.

Now I know why I'm not a stay at home mom... I like to have a schedule to keep. Otherwise, the only thing that really matters on my to-do list is a shower and keep the toys from being layering too much on the living room floor. I've got to have a schedule. Maybe I should do that. Schedule my day of nothingness.

A Little Help?

I need some help.
My child likes to sing. We know that. Most of the songs he sings, either I taught them to him, or I know the ones they sing at school. However, right now, his favorite song is one that I have never heard before. I think the main problem is that he doesn't really know all the words either, he just has his favorite parts, and that is the part he sings over and over again.

So, I'll tell you the parts he sings, and maybe you can help me fill in the missing pieces...

"Down by the station,
in the morning morning,
turn the little handle,
chug, chug, up, up,
Bye, bye."

But, as I write this, and am asking him the words again, he tells me that it's not those words, it says:

"Down by the station,
early in the morning,
see the little pupperbeller,
turn the little handle,
chug, chug, up, up,
Bye Bye."

I have no idea what the pupperbeller is, and I've asked what it is, and he just says that what the kids say. And while he says the chug, chug part, he does his little train arm moving in circles.
Anyone have any ideas?

Spot the Differences

Last week was Micheal's third birthday. THREE YEARS OLD!! I can't believe it! We didn't really have a "party" for him this year, due to time constraints on Mommy from the end of the school year. Instead, we just had both sets of grandparents and aunts/uncles come over for some cake and hotdogs. For three years, my mother has always said that it was cheating to buy my child's birthday cake. So, instead, I decided to make the cake that Micheal wanted for his birthday. But, if I was going to do it, I had to make a trial run-through first, just to make sure that it was possible. Because if not, I needed to know so that I could run to Kroger and order one. So, I'll show you attempt number one, and then the one that everyone else saw, and you tell me... how many differences can you find?

Here's cake number one:

And then here's cake number two:

And no, cake number two wasn't pink, the red just didn't look as red in the second picture... don't know why not. So, that's not a difference... look for the others! :)

Name that tune

Micheal loves to sing.

He doesn't get it from his Daddy, I'm pretty sure.

One of his favorite shows is Little Einsteins. They take classical tunes and put words to them. So, my son likes to do the same things. He sings the same songs, with some of the same words, but he likes to change them to be what he's doing right then. Seriously funny.

At school they like to sing songs, also. Most of them are well known nursery rhymes, while some of them I've never heard before.

Here are a few of my new favorites:

A-B-C-D-E-F- Jeek-H-I-J-K-Elmo- P-Q-R-S-T-U-V-W-X-Y-Z. Next time won't you sing with me.

Or, how about this one...

B-I-idgy-O, B-I- idgy-O, B-I-idgy-O, Bingo was his name-Oh!

And don't you dare try to correct him, or sing along with him, because it will only cause him to stop and make him tell you no. Because no one is allowed to sing along with him. This also makes me giggle, but only after I've corrected him about not being rude to Mommy.

Secrets Don't Make Friends

I have shared something importantly special with all of you that I haven’t really told too many people. This is for a few reasons, none of which anyone else seems to understand. In fact, I think some people that I have told were upset with me that they didn’t find out sooner. I just can’t make anyone happy anymore.

Since I have already shared my secret with all of you, I will now share my reasons for withholding this information, and maybe you can tell me whether I’m just being rude, or whether I’m justified in my thinking. I am only wondering this because I remember that pregnant brain doesn’t always work the same as rational everyday thinking common sense knowing non-pregnant brain.

So, here we go:

Reason #1 for not shouting my happiness from the rooftops: I wanted to make sure that I really was going to have a baby before I got really excited about it. I’ve had too many people tell me to be careful lifting Micheal and to be careful to avoid a miscarriage. So, I wanted to wait until I was past the twelve-week mark and had at least heard the heartbeat so that my fears could subside a little more.

Reason #2 for not calling everyone I know and telling them the first time I peed on a stick and saw a plus sign: I’m thinking about changing schools, and if I do that, I don’t want to tell my prospective employers until I absolutely am sure that I have a job before I tell them that I’m going to need a few weeks off at the end of the first semester. They might not be so excited to hire me after that. It’d be like applying for a minimum wage job and saying that you would only come work for them if they could make sure that you were off every single Saturday, and the week before and after every holiday. Not a good interview technique.

Reason #3 for not wearing maternity pants this week even though I really want to be more comfortable: I’m not ready to tell my students. They already torment me enough about when I’m going to have another one, I’m not ready to tell them until I can’t hide it anymore. I would have enough problems of my own if there were some kind of problem this time around, and I don’t want to cause my kids any more issues than they make for themselves already.

So what do you think? Am I nuts for not shouting to the world how incredible this feeling is, and how much more amazing it is the second time around, knowing what really is coming this time... Or am I just being rude? Please, help me out here. This has really been bugging at my heart and I don’t know what do think about it anymore.