Thursday, February 16, 2006

4 years

Today is the day after my sweet little boy turned 4. Super Son had a great time at his birthday party and the kids all seemed to have fun. I ran the entire time it seemed like, but traded spots with Eddie here and there to get to play some games. Super Son is such a good kid. He does his typical 4 year old shenannigans and I love his tenacity (most of the time). Miss Thing spent most of the evening curled up with Grama napping or staring at Chuck-E-Cheese dancing on stage. She was patient as always. The late party on Valentine's Day worked out beautifully and Super Son got to open one present before bed that night and one before school yesterday. The delay was appropriate and Super Son really got to play with a few things before the onslaught of everything else last night. We got home around 6 and as I sat feeding Miss Thing Super Son tore into everything else. It was all I could do to get him to look for cards first so I knew who/where to send thank you cards. Spiderman, Power Rangers, Hot Wheels and Superman make a great birthday when you are 4 apparently. I love most that he still thinks his dad is the big hero(which he is) and doesn't want to grow up to be a power ranger, but a fireman. He got a learning microscope from a friend at school and is really enjoying looking at the bugs. He is more corageous about them these days. Last night he walked into Miss Thing's room and said "mom, a bug" to which I replied "don't worry I'll get it" This would usually sprial into a MOMMMM get it now and instead (now being 4 and all) I turn around to see him laying on the floor at eye level poking (what was determined to be a pyuck or a fuzzball) it to determine what it was. He still loves to show me his muscles and tell me he is stronger than me. I don't mind. Soon enough he will be.

A good friend yesterday mentioned that she is keeping a journal for her daughter of the different things that are going on with her (the daughter) as she grows up. She thought that it seemed like an interesting thing if she could look back at her mom's notes about what she did when she was 2, 3 or 4. I am intrigued by the idea and think that I will try to do the same for my kids. Case in point the family was out at Grama & Grampa's not too long ago and Miss Thing put her thumb in her mouth and quickly drifted off to sleep. Grama said "Oh how sweet she sucks her thumb, just like her mom." My response was what...I sucked my thumb. I then learned that not only was I a thumb sucker but I loved it until I was 4. I am semi-skeptical because I am sure that somewhere along the way I would have learned this and at least it would have shown up in pictures at some point, but nonetheless I think it would be fun for Miss Thing & Super Son to know what I thought about their various stages and what made me craziest along the way.

#2 and Back Cracker are doing well and Bombino is now something like 2 cm long. I am excited for them and enjoying #2's membership into the mommy club.

I have decided that my life is very much like a train. Running along the track nice and smooth and the conductor (who I don't always agree with or always like very much) speeds up and slows down as he sees fit. Right now time is speeding by me. I am trying so much to relish all of the precious little moments with my family, but the more I relish the faster they seem to pass me by. Miss Thing has figured out that toys are actually fun and that she can eat them. She has this really precious little way of attacking them (or your finger- whatever is most interesting at the time). Cracks me up. I met last week with a wonderful lady who is making her baptismal gown and I can't wait to see it. Mom had some of Great Grandmother's lace to use on the dress and it is going to be beautiful. We are still waiting to get final word on Uncle G and his return date so we can get scheduled at the church. Mom has also decided that she wants Granny's rocking chair back. I am annoyed by this. In part because it equates in my mind with wanting to take my kids dresser. This is a piece of furniture that I really use. Every day and most often at night and the proposition of just swaying with a cranky baby in the middle of the night just isn't nice. But also, because I have an emotional attachment with it. This is the chair that I was rocked in as a child, watched my granny rock in and the chair that I have rocked both of my children to sleep in over the last four years. That being said I have decided that an emotional attachment to furniture is not a good thing and I am now on the hunt for an overstuffed glider ideally with an ottoman. I know that this will be an unmanageable temptation for Super Son as he can barely walk by them in the stores without pretending they are moving rocks in a dangerous river to be jumped from one to the next to escape something scary, but I am willing to deal with that. Now I just have to get over the hurdle of having to spend $500 on new stuff when we are digging pretty deep in coffers with the construction of the new house. Not that I don't like new stuff, but I would much rather be buying new stuff for the new house than replacing something I already have.

Speaking of the new house. WOW is it coming along. All of my doors (Exterior) and windows are in and we have purchased our appliances. Evadean is on the market for sale and the showings are looking good. I keep praying that things will work out for the best and the transition will be smooth. Apparently it is working because I am not currently freaking out. Yeah Progress.

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