He didn't want me to walk him to school this morning. "I'm big you know mom," he informed me. He already knew were his class was, he had already met his teacher, he did not need me. I walked him. He didn't cry, he barely even looked up as I left. Tears welled up in my eyes as I left him. How did he get so old?
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Would you kindly refrain from plastering your princesses on everything from fruit snacks to shoes. You and I both know that Sleeping Beauty does not make anything taste better, and Cinderella doesn't know anything about comfortable shoes (glass slippers, really?). However I know a certain three year old that believes she must have all things princess. She believes that her life would not be complete without the princess shoes, you know the not so cute but much more expensive ones.
I have never been a fan of change. Almost immediately after I changed the look of this blog I missed the old layout the one I was comfortable with and knew. I have a comfort zone and I hate leaving it. My life is about to change, I am going to have a schedule. My oldest will soon be in kindergarten and my middle child in preschool. No more lazy mornings of we'll get there when we get there. Now we have places to be. Come on wind bring on the change...I think I can manage.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
It seems I am asked everyday if Christmas is tomorrow. Every toy my daughter sees belongs on her list for Santa to buy her...if only. Last night while playing with her doll house that Santa so kindly brought her last Christmas she says, "I can't wait to see Santa so I can tell him thank you for my doll house!" Is it bad that I secretly hope that they discover the truth behind Santa sooner then later? I'd love to take credit for the guy.