“Mom! Check it out. When it’s night time, the front window’s like a mirror and I can totally practice my Michael Jackson moves and see myself at the same time! Sometimes I spin into the couch, but it’s cool.”
“Okay, Bob. Good night. See you in the morning.”
“Wait, Mom? Can I get a drink of water?”
“Your water is right here on your desk.”
“Okay. Good night. Mom? Don’t we need to get new soccer shoes?”
“Yes, Bob. Now it’s time to stop talking and start sleeping. Goodnight.”
“Mom, one more thing.”
“Where do babies come from?’
“Hahaha. Just kidding! Good night, Mom.”
The Younger loves stuffed animals. She refuses to part with any of them, and that leads to messes like this:
The rooms in our house are pretty small, so any sort of clutter immediately looks like a disaster area. We pick up our rooms almost daily, so it gets frustrating when no matter what you do, you can’t make a room orderly! The Younger gets especially frustrated, so I looked around for ideas online to help her keep her room neat without making her get rid of her animals.
I came across an idea somewhere out there (I’m guessing Pinterest, but I’m not entirely sure that was it), and I finally got around to getting what I needed to complete the project. Granted it was only one thing, but you know how it is… (more…)
“So, Mom! Come look at the cake me and dad made you! It has dark chocolate, peanut butter pretzels, peanut butter, and coconut oil, and some other stuff but those are the main things. We followed a real recipe, kind of. We smushed everything up and then pushed it really hard into the pan and then we put it in the freezer. When Dad pulled it out to move it into the fridge, he dropped it so it broke all up, but you’ll still eat it, right? It tastes really good, I had a tiny chunk off the top. Just a tiny one. Or a couple.”
“Here you go, Mommy,” Andrew said with his ting 2 year old voice, setting the trowel down beside me. I smiled brightly down at him. “Scooping.”
“Thank you, Andrew!” I exclaimes, and he grinned back.
“Welcome, Mommy! Bye bye!” He trundled off and hopped into his little plastic car. Shutting the door, he turned the key, cranked over his shoulder, backed up a little, then “drove” away.
It was a moment, a flash, of the future to come. Today, he went about 4 feet, but it looked so real…and one day, crazy enough, it will be.
But today, I’ll just enjoy the littleness of him.
My name is Robert.
I like to be called Bob.
I am 8 years-old and I am in 1 grade.
I have 0 sisters and 1 dog brother.
My favorite food is ovcotoe.
My favorite color is blue.
My favorite sport is handball.
My favorite game is Minecraft.
My favorite book is Harry Poter.
My favorite TV show is Sponch Bob.
My favorite musical instrument is droms.
My favorite animal is Harpy Egl.
My favorite subject in school is math.
What I do best is being myself.
Dropping the kids off for their first day of school wasn’t hard for me. There was the usual madness, and ours was compounded by the fact we weren’t able to go to Open House. Both children were nervous, The Older because any sort of change is cause for anxiety, and The Younger because she started kindergarten (new school, new rules, new kids, new everything). Parking was a madhouse, walking was a challenge, and getting what I had to have filled out the first day for both classrooms made me sweat and do a whole bunch of cursing (inside my head, of course).
We delivered both kids successfully, and The Daddy and I even managed to navigate our way out of the parking lot and away from the school safely. He left for work, and I made my usual shake for breakfast… and now I’m sitting here with tears in my eyes. The silence is so loud in my house that it’s almost crushing me, and I don’t know what to do with myself.
The Younger was in Pre-K last year, so it isn’t like I’m not used to a few hours on my own. I used to run errands during that time, or go to the gym, or write, or whatever. I still plan on doing that, but this is so different, because the things we used to do together after I picked her up are now the things she’ll be doing with her new teachers. All her funny, crazy statements will be heard and appreciated by other people, and her laughter will be heard by people other than me. She’ll have all these new experiences I won’t be part of, and I WASN’T DONE SHARING HER FIRSTS WITH HER YET!
School has started. We have been trying so hard to get back into a routine. It isn’t easy, especially when we have to be up and out an hour earlier to drop Lex off at middle school. For now the 3rd graders go to the middle school until the new school is finished, which means school starts at 8 for him, and 9 for Lola. That one hour gap is killing me. I’m still trying to find a schedule that works for us. I’m up at 6am every morning, making coffee, lunches, getting their clothes ready and they’re bags all set. Bedtime is tough. On one hand I know they should be in bed by 8, but I like the quiet hour after dinner where we sit and watch something together, or read books, or just hang out. I just can’t get them to bed by 9. We’re working on it. The first month really is the hardest.
Lex started the 3rd grade and he seems to have grown up on me over the summer. He just….looks older, more mature. I’m loving that he still holds my hand and wants me to walk him to school and I even get a hug and a kiss!! In front of other kids!!!! So awesome. I’m so proud of the young man he’s becoming.
Lola, my 1st grader!! She’s sooooooooo excited about school (more…)
“I couldn’t pack it. We did carry-ons so I couldn’t pack a tube of stuff that big. You’ll have to use some of my little toothpaste.”
“But it’s minty! I hate minty.”
“Just give it a try.”
“Yuck. It’s terrible! Look hold on. I won’t brush too hard and then smell my breath. It’s yogurt and chocolate and water flavored. Way better than minty.”