Heat Wave All Winter Long

My child must have been going through menopause all winter long. My child, who in the winter of last year couldn't stand to have his pants legs raised in any way at all, has been reprimanded at home and at school for pulling his pant legs up around his knees. In fact, we have even been asked not to send him to school in pants that would pull up so that they don't even have to deal with it. He pushes his long sleeves up and pulls his pant legs up, and refuses to pull them down unless his life depends on it. In fact, even in the really cold days, we would come home from school and take off our jackets, only to find my son on the floor of the living room, taking off his shoes and socks, then his pants, and then putting his socks and shoes back on again.
How cute is that, walking around with a long sleeve shirt pushed up to his elbows and a pair of socks and shoes on, and nothing else but a pair of Lightning McQueen big boy undies??
Don't worry... I've taken pictures so that I can show them to potential girlfriends as he gets older.

Tidbits

Kill Count = 4

I drive a neutral colored vehicle. I have always called it the invisible car, because everyone wants to pull out in front of me like they didn’t even see me coming. Well, apparently, humans aren’t the only ones that miss seeing me coming. In the past month, on four different occasions, a large swarm of little birds have flown across the road I am driving on, and there is always one or two that are straggling a little farther behind, and they fly so low to the ground there is no way to avoid them. So, four little birds have gone to meet their maker by the means of the front grill of my vehicle. It’s not my fault, I swear, they just fly too low to the ground and then they meet my grill. Survival of the fittest, right?

Another first:

Last night I sat down and figured out why my mom always stayed up so late at night. She was always finishing something that she wanted to get done so that she didn’t have to stress about it the next day. Tomorrow my child has his first Valentine’s Day party at school. He was sent home with a list of his friends and instructions on what to send with him. Being the “on top of it” mommy that I am, I bought everything that he needed this past weekend, and then got it ready last night so that it could go with him today so that I didn’t have to worry about forgetting anything tomorrow. I sat there writing out Valentine’s cards to kids I know by face, not name, yet, remembering the days of school when you went through and opened up all the little cards from your friends, and others that weren’t necessarily friends, but the teacher made sure that everyone got one… And so it begins.

You know you’re tired when…

You write your name instead of your child’s name on the “from:” part of the Valentine’s Day cards you’re doing for his class. I guess that’s what I get for naming him with the same start of his name as mine. Next time I’ll be more careful when picking out the perfect baby names.

THE Virus

I wouldn't wish this virus on my worst enemy.
Micheal woke up with it Wednesday morning, but it was gone by the end of the day. Then Daddy and I both came home early from work on Thursday with it, and since kids bounce back faster than parents, then Daddy and I took our time getting over it all day Friday, too. It still lingers with me a little today, but Daddy is over it and back at work. Maybe one more day off will help me out, especially since they are rainy days and I'm not expected to do more than sit on the couch and watch movies all day. Plus, it gives me extra time to sing songs with my Micheal and play with his trains and watch him grow. I wish every weekend could be as much fun as this one... minus all the trips to the bathroom.

Quotables

My child is absolutely hilarious. He makes us laugh all the time, and it's not always what he says. But, when he does say something funny, I try to write it down so that I can remember it later. I was also told to write them down because it would be neat to go back to it when he's older. So, here goes.


- "My toes are dancing!"

- "I have to put my shoes on. The wind will blow my socks off!"

- And my favorite to date... overheard while in the bathtub:
Holding the toy truck above water, he says to it, "BREATH, Truck!" And then dunks it in the water, brings it back up and says, "I told you to breath!" And dunks it again.

Do you think we traumatized him when trying to teach him how to swim?

Let's Talk about sex, Baby!

It feels like every day, someone asks me some kind of question that deals with my sex life. It comes from all sorts of people, and it comes in all sorts of varieties of ways. It comes from old people, young people, family and non- family, even complete strangers!

It starts with “How old is your child?” which is innocent sounding enough, but when they then decide to ask about my sex life, they’ve gone too far. Why do people feel the need to ask me about this? How is it any of their business? What makes them think that I would tell them the ins and outs (no pun intended) and goings on in my life when I really think that’s something that shouldn’t be talked about with anyone but my husband?

“How far apart do you want them to be? Isn’t it about time for another one? Micheal needs a little sister/brother! Don’t you think? Are you at least trying?”

I know that they’re just trying to be nice, but every question they ask sounds to me like, “Did you have sex last night? Are you going to try again tonight? How did you make it work last time? Maybe you should try that again this time!”
I just don’t get it. When, or IF, we decide to have another baby, then we’ll let other people know when we decide to let people know! Is that too much to ask?