Saturday, August 23, 2008

Lately

*A conversation I overheard while the boys were playing "dogs":
Will: And let's pretend mommy is our girl.
Alex: Yeah, mom is our girl. No, wait, mommy is our Woman. Cause she is a woman.
Will: Okay, she can be a woman.
*Will to mom: Where are we going? Mom to Will: We have to run to Walmart. Will to mom: You mean WILL-MART. It's called WILL-MART mommy. Let's go to Will-mart now.
*While driving home from the bus stop, Alex and I were chatting about his friends at school, and I was trying to get details out of him. He said, "Mom, my only best friend is Will. He is the kid I like to talk to the VERY most. He will always be the kid I want to talk to for the rest of my life." Oh how I hope that is true. Isn't that every mother's dream- that her children will be best friends? It's most definitely one of mine.
*Everyday after school I try to get the run down from Alex, and I always ask how Ms. Warren was that day. I've gained some insight into his pre-k experience last year, because he is constantly telling me how nice Ms. Warren is, and that, "She never never growls at us Mom. She is always nice and never growls." Apparently there was daily growling going on last year at school. I'm so happy his kindergarten teacher is so kind and sweet with him.
*We had a big bowling back to school FHE with cousins, aunts, uncles, and grandparents. Will was particularly fond of the process... so much so that it was VERY difficult to wait his turn each round. We will have to take him back again soon.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

I think I'm in love with my new life.

We are back in a routine. The alarm goes off at 7, out the door by 7:50am, snack and homework after school, baths by 7 pm and bedtime at 7:30. On Tues, Wed, Thurs. I have 3 whole hours to myself while both boys are at school. It is blissful. Both boys have adjusted to school and I think I'm finally over crying at the bus stop each morning. Well, today was actually the first day that I haven't cried, but I take that as a good sign. My sister and I have been doing a 21-day cleanse that has kept us off of the following: sugar, wheat, animal products including all dairy and meat, and caffeine. Did I mention I haven't had ice cream in 21 days?? Well, today is our last day, so tomorrow I am FREE. I am quite proud of myself and grateful to my sis for making me stick with it. Last night I had a dream about Dunkin Donuts. That is not a joke.
A few recent comments from my 3 year old that I record for his sake and mine:
* While having an absolute meltdown after church, amid flying limbs and obnoxious screams, he belts out, "Mom, I am Freaking Out!"
*I cut my hair. And I colored it. It's really dark, darker than my natural color. I went straight from the salon to pick Will up from school. He didn't recognize me, and clung to his teacher. Once I convinced him that it was me, he said, "Mom, where is your wegular hair? That hair is so nasty." He has let me know how "Nasty" my hair is about 5 times today. Isn't Will great for my self-esteem? I'll keep him anyway.

Thursday, August 07, 2008

Another First

Alex let me know yesterday that he wanted to rid the bus. No more of this mom driving me to school stuff. I tried to convince him that he could take the "Mom Bus" but he was having none of it. The bus picks up at 7:57am (crazy! We are usually just rolling out of bed then) and drops off at 4:02pm. It's a LONG day. So I confess that after putting him on the bus with his classmate Avery, I followed the bus to school. I know I sound like a stalker, I sort of felt like one, too. And then I hid in the bushes and watched him get off of the bus and with complete confidence navigate the walkway filled with kids and head towards his classroom like he's been doing it his entire life. When I asked him if he missed me today he said, "Not even a little bit mom." That sort of broke my heart, but I'm also just so happy that he is loving kindergarten.

Wednesday, August 06, 2008

First Day 2008

A little someone was beyond excited! Too bad I burst into tears as soon as I set foot on the campus. I wasn't the only mom there crying. But was my boy even a little bit sad to see me go? Umm, No.
This guy was excited as well... but it was 115 degrees outside and that makes it hard to smile for a picture.