Weekly Winners - Beach Edition

Little Diggers

Big Digger

Sandy Nose

Sandy Toes

Washed Ashore

Washed.....up ;)

*Now go get lost at Lotus's place and check out the other weekly winners! (Don't forget to tell her who sent you. Heh.)

Just another day to Bonus

Bonus survived his first day of kindergarten, but the rest of the week is still up in the air.

Here's the thing. You know how everyone warns you that 'the kid will be fine, you'll be crying', or 'he's going to be so excited and part of you will feel dead'...you know, helpful advice. What they left out was 'he's going to come home exhausted and be a jackass for the entire day, OH and next week...it will be worse'. I could have used that advice ahead of time, thankyouverymuch.

In my last post, I told you about his independence. He's always been like that.

First Day of Mother's Day Out

(Note the flower in his hand for his teacher...that one's going to be just fine.)

The first day of school was no different. He marched out the door with his backpack and lunch box, hopped in the car and chastised all of us for taking too much time.

He did let me snap a picture first though.

Even though it's a fake smile, I'll take it.

Dropping him off proved to be much more of a crush to his pride. I almost felt bad subjecting him to this sort of torture, but it's all for the blog, yo!

Deuce is sad because 'big bwudder' is 'weaving'.

(I should probably put up a pay pal link for Bonus's therapy. Afterall, it's because of you guys I force them to hold still for this.)

You know how it takes parents FOREVER to leave their kids on the first day? I was trying to slip the teacher $10 to take Deuce too. (Bonus was not amused.)

We are totally ruining this kid's 'street cred'.

(For the record, Deuce cried the whole way home and then carried Beaux's frog and pajamas around all day. That one's the softie...)


I gave in and let him ride the bus home. He was so excited that I think it would have been worth it even if he had gotten off on the wrong stop.


As soon as he got off the bus he said, "Momma, where's Deuce?"

And this is how I know that he will not only do well in kindergarten, but we will as well.


Is it Monday yet?

It's only a day away.

"Are you okay with Wednesday?" Jae asked with more compassion in her voice than I felt was warranted.

"If by 'okay' you are asking if I'm going to be skipping out of the school and whistling, then yes, I'm going to be okay, " I responded in all honesty.

Bonus has his first day of kindergarten tomorrow. He's five now, and will tell you that he's 'busy' when you want a kissie or 'too tired' when you ask for help with a task he used to love. Guilt still works during those moments, but it too will eventually loose it's effectiveness.

I've always been a mom who insists my boys become independent of me. Not in the 'get lost, mommy's busy' kind of way, but more in a 'no blood, no foul' style. I want them to know I am always here for them, but reliance on me for every single glass of water when HOLY HELL THERE IS A SPOUT ON THE DAMN DOOR ALREADY seems to make me a little stabby.

But tomorrow, Bonus will put his little backpack on, grab his lunch box and trot off to a new adventure. It is similar to his other trips to mother's day out and preschool in that he will feel the separation and meet new friends, but different in that the expectations are much more than he's ever experienced. He will no longer be a 'little boy getting to play' he will be learning to read, tell time, make choices on his own. He will be, in essence, a little man. Tomorrow he will get a glimpse into what the next 12 years will hold for him and hopefully an appreciation for the kind of learning that comes from books and the playground.

My little boy is growing up.

And I think I'm okay with that.

Last Week in Pictures

Motivation to do something with these other than leave them in a random folder on my laptop courtesy of Lotus.

Jack of all trades...seriously, who am I kidding?

Since giving birth to Bonus over five years ago, I have learned many things about myself.

• Being raised by a bachelor, I truly don't notice a messy house, extra newspapers laying around, funny smells in the fridge, etc. However, having lived as  a bachelor for many years, Dorkfish is determined to not repeat that. Living with me is a daily struggle for him, I'm sure.
• God gave me boys because I am eluded by the appreciation of most things feminine. (As I sit and type in Steve's boxer briefs and t-shirt with one leg thrown over the side of my chair.) Can you imagine if I actually had to fix someone's pony tail?!
• I have a complete identity crisis and am compelled to start projects that are always over my head and beyond my ability; but I do them anyway. IE: Stained glass, sewing, painting, etc. My refusal to accept defeat has served me well, until we started potty training Deuce. Regression? I haz it!
• When it comes to all things technical and mechanical, I CAN DO IT! No joke, see first point. However, when it comes to code, rss feeds, url's, and all that fun stuff, I'm a dumbass. Complete and total moron.

The point of this list was to let you lovely readers know that while I attempt to transfer this smart-ass happy little blog over to Wordpress and then onto my REAL! LIVE! domain, there will be might be a few technical difficulties.

Because apparently my brain shuts down and the mere mention of CODE.

"Where are you going?" CRAZY, wanna come?!

I'm not sure what's wrong with my head, but I'm almost positive it's somehow related to my sons.

Yesterday, I was at Chick-Fil-A with Jessica when we met another woman. The woman walked away and Jessica said, "Wait, what was her name?"

Me: "Jessica. Her name was Jessica."

Her: "No, I would remember that."

Me: "OH WAIT! You're Jessica...then who the hell was she?"

*****

Today I got up all energized and organized. I started getting the boys ready because I have a dermatologist appointment and for the first time in my life for the first time in my life, didn't want to be late.

The boys were getting dressed, I was ironing clothes, an old friend who lives near the doctor was expecting us to show up for lunch, my forms were printed and filled out and even the old dermatologist was sending my records to the new one. All was going well, then Jessica called.

"Hey, do you want to take the boys to the pool?" she asked without remembering my BIG DAY. (Pffft.)

Me: "Nah, I've got to leave for the doctor in an hour."

Her: "Um, wasn't you appointment tomorrow?"

*silence*

Her: "Amy, are you there?"

*silence*

Me: "Yeah. So, what day is it?"

Her: "Today is Tuesday."

Me: "Shit."

*****

I guess the good news is that everything is ready to go for tomorrow!

The bad news is that I'm obviously loosing it...

Do me a favor? Make sure that someone plucks that one crazy eyebrow when you come to visit my padded room.

Where the hell are my bonbons?

In the past eighteen days, we've been at home a total of four of those. Four. Not only does that barely give one enough time to wash their underwear, it pretty much ensures your home will be a wreck. I managed to do 15 loads of laundry in those four days, but most of it is sitting on the couch.

I am not.

I am hiding in my chair, sitting atop tiny little boy pajamas. (But they are folded! Five points!)

To be quite honest, I am completely overwhelmed by the entire process of getting all the dog hair off every horizontal surface, wiping yet another sticky mystery mess off the floor, putting away 15 loads of folded clothes and making a bed that is completely trashed by two little boys who think I don't know they are eating STICKY WAFFLES on it. (Ignorance is bliss, yo.)

No one told me that THIS is what retirement was all about.

I think I got cheated.

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