What your kisses aren’t magic?

Sometimes I feel like I’m spinning and the world is whizzing by me. I know I haven’t really gone into detail about JM’s preschool situation. I’ve wondered why I haven’t and I finally realized it was because of all my internal struggle I’m having with it. I decided it’s not worth it and this will be his last week at preschool.  

In five short months I will lose him forever to endless school, grade school, middle school, high school… college. Just because this preschool program he is currently in is free through the state I see now that is just not a good enough reason to put him in it.  

It has taken me four and a half months to figure that out but here it is. This time last year I was thinking kindergarten would only be half day and that wouldn’t be for another year to him being in three hour preschool everyday. I’m not sure why I let him go against my better judgment. Maybe I thought he needed it, not for social skills he is a very social child but for “stay at home mommyitise”. I do recall a certain muffin paper and green strawberry stem eating incident that might have convinced me my baby boy was leading a shelter life only a child of a stay at home mother leads. But what it has taken me four and a half months to realize is SO WHAT! So what he likes the crusts cut off him bread and still needs wants me to put his shoes on for him. So what he still sleeps with his Bo and thinks a kiss from mom fixes everything… so what.

 All too soon will he realize the truth and why rush that.    

note the broken one….




note the broken one….

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Last year was the first time that my kids have ever dyed Easter eggs. That was at a spring party where they each did one egg. This year we did more at home when dad was home from work. I’m not sure if ever my parents dyed eggs with me, I have no memory of doing it so this was new to me. It seemed simple enough. I let the kids pick the kit, bought the box, got some eggs and came home. Easy right? Wrong….

Not only are they not that pretty, one got it’s corner smashed and someone needed to tell the girl we were dying eggs not fingers and hands.

BUT I was once told it was the process not the end result that matters. With that in mind this was a very good afternoon. We laughed until some of us cried and others tinkled a little… I’m not telling who did what!!!

It was fun but now what to do with these darn eggs? Only Crazydad will eat them. I suppose I will hide them and see what happens.

30 days :: 30


30 days :: 30

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well today is my birthday. I’m 33 years old today. I wonder how that makes my own parents feel? The thought of my children at 33 makes my knees weak and my mind spins.

Well for what it is worth it was a good day. I spoke to almost everyone important, kissed the right lips and thought about those that needed my thoughts.

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30 days:: 29
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Today my mother, sister, both my children and I went to the Renaissance Festival. My husband hates this type of thing so this is the first time I’ve been in years and my children have never been. To say they enjoyed themselves would be an understatement!  MD loved the girl’s dresses and dancing and JM was enthralled with the swords and dragons. I got a henna tattoo and despite the heat had a great day!    

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30 days:: 28
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I could just burst! This is the first time she has drawn people.. and she picked to draw a picture of her and me together!
I continue to be awed and amazed by her everyday!!!

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30 days ::27

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Well I am completely off track with diet, exercising and being healthy. There was an incident today with icing that may or may not have included cookies.

The only good thing that has come of this incident is I do believe I have hit rock bottom with food (at least this round) and we all know the only place to go from the bottom is up. I’m not there yet but I think will be before the end of the month.

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30 days ::26

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I’m sad for the day when they will no longer want to play together and for when they aren’t small enough to sit on the train table.

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