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School Time!

Oh my, as I set here tonight and VENT about the whole school thing (seeing how tomorrow is the BIG day) so many things are running through my head.
My first born will start grade primary tomorrow at approximately 845am. 'gulp' SUCH a big day for my little monkey! I am a wreck tonight. Every possible good and bad thought is crossing my brain; what if nobody plays with him, eats lunch with him, doesn't show him where the bathroom is, he forgets where the bathroom is, eats all his lunch at recess, gets lost, gets made fun of, gets hurt, has an accident,..... (this list could go on and on; trust me).
I had convinced myself from the time he was born I was going to homeschool my child, but as the time got closer I decided this was not the best decision for Rocco. He NEEDS to be challenged. He is swift, keen, and incredibly intelligent. He picks up things so quickly. I did not think he would do well in the home environment. An extremely hard and tough decision; I reluctantly signed him up for public school, vowing I would pull him out the second something went wrong. Micah actually did it for me as the thought of school and my child freaked me out. How did this happen? It seems like yesterday I was pushing him around in a stroller?!! I remember laying in bed when he was 9 months old and balling over the fact that SOMEDAY (which is tomorrow) I will have to send him to school. The thought of school made me sick... In my head, when a 5 year old goes to school he loses all of his innocence. Mind you my child thinks "stupid" "fat" and "hate" are extremely BAD words!? Have I sheltered him too much? Have I done enough with him the last five years? Last week I found myself counting down the number of days left until school (happily), tonight I find myself FREAKING out a tad bit.... Can time slow down just a bit?? What will tomorrow bring, I find myself asking?? Not quite sure what the day has in store for us. He is my first baby going off to school, it is my (mommy's) first day too! As sick as I feel tonight, my baby is starting his first journey outside the nest. In the end it is good for both of us! I pray that I have taught him enough skills to adjust well to school and that his faith will remain grounded and strong. I KNOW he will do well and excel to the maximum, just going through this rite of passage FREAKS me out! Lending out your child for 6 hours of the day to someone I do not even know is A LOT of trust! I can not wait until 2:15 tomorrow afternoon when he runs to me with his open arms and I scoop him up and kiss his soft little cheek, what a nice feeling that will be! Baby steps....

Bed Wetting at 330am!

So my 3 year old has been going through some bed wetting issues lately...
In the last 2 weeks he has probably wet the bed 4 times! I should be putting a pull up on him, but he is not a fan!
The other morning I got my wake up call at approximately 335am. Poor little guy came running in our room all wet and flustered :( Usually I nudge Micah (cause that guy could sleep through anything), but it was my turn... So I quickly ripped off his pjs from his cold, wet body and ran the tub with some warm soapy water. Plunked him in and away I went to clean up his bed and toss his sheets down the stairs (of course to be washed in the morning). I felt like I was trying to race the clock. The quicker I did this, the sooner I would be resting back on my pillow for a couple more hours... sleeeeeep :) Something I am sure we could all use more of!?? Anyways, as I am running around my house trying not to be loud and realizing I still had hardly said a word to my poor little one, he looked up at me with some tears in his BIG brown eyes and said.... "Mommy, I love you SO much"
It then hit me, in all this craziness of rushing and being bothered, my son was teaching me a lesson. He was showing me gratitude and unconditional love, just like our father gives to us each and every day. Although I preferred to be in zzz land, tears poured down my cheeks as I sat on the toilet by my sweet little boy. Savour EVERY moment even if it is a 4am wake up call!

To lie or to fib? That is the question!

So today my very smart 5 year old Rocco, was trying to find my ipod to listen to. I use it for the gym or when I go for a run, so I do have to admit that there may be some inappropriate songs for a 5 year old or maybe even a 30 year old!! He particularly likes one song by pink, so I occasionally let him listen to it! So today he tells me he needs my ipod headphones to listen to his tag reader (leap frog) so it won't be SO loud.... RIGHT!! I tell him where the ipod is hiding so he could get the headphones... Turns out he wants the ipod! Anyways I asked him why he lied to me about needing the headphones for the tag reader...., "mommy, I wasn't lying, I was fibbing!" "please don't say I was lying, that is SO bad!". Is there really a difference between a lie and a fib? I guess it just sounds better!

CRaZY Week! Part 1

Do do you ever have crazy days my fellow bloggers??
Well this week has had more than 1 CrAzY day in it for me...
It was Micah's first week back to work in 13 weeks, which isn't that big of a deal. Although I truly missed his HELP (SOS) this week, it was nice to get back in to some sort of routine. He spoiled me rotten and many days I did not get dressed, let alone leave the house! It was an amazing and wonderful time, but now it was back to reality. My reality hit me Tuesday morning at approximately 613am when my 5 year old came running into our room explaining that our 3 year old had PEED the bed. Normally I would roll over and let daddy-doo handle that stuff, but I suddenly realized he was MISSING.... My hand slammed against his empty pillow. I thought where on earth is he at 614 AM??? Had he slept walked out of our room or had he fallen asleep on the couch after watching a late night DVR of UFC???!! Where was he??? Then it hit me.... it was his first "WORK" day and he was in the shower, getting all clean...
I guess I had to go tend to my little wet willy... Poor baba, was all wet, cold, and shivering. Bed wetting does not happen a lot around here, but man do I feel bad for him. Could you imagine waking up wet??? Yikes! So I cleaned him up, threw him in the bath tub, and did 2 loads of laundry all before..... 630 am??!! The last 13 weeks I never lifted my delicate little head out of bed before 8 am, "spoiled" I know!! But my man pulled through for me, like he always does... nice cup of my favorite java and a wonderful RUNNY egg waiting for me as I pushed my sorry butt up my stairs from the laundry room.
My littlest of babies LOVES to sleep and usually does not open an EYE until around 9:00am, JEALOUS... , which can pose a problem for a nursing mom, you got it... engorement. So away I went to "PUMP" This works out well because I am able to save all my extra milk and freeze it or Micah can use it if I sneak out in the evenings for some ALONE mommy time!!
Time to start feeding the troops, because those boys are STARVING in the morning. It is really the only time of the day they will eat WHATEVER I give them. I like to pack their breakfest full of protien and fruits. In between hearing "I REALLY miss daddy", "when will daddy be home" and "I want daddy" I managed to make another breakfest for my little buddy that comes at 800am. My sweet, adorable, hungry nephew, Cash. I watch him 2-3 days a week.
Fed, washed, cleaned the kitchen, finished up decorating 2 cakes and a couple dozen cupcakes, I packed up the troops and headed out. It was FAR too nice of a day to waste time inside, plus I had a delivery to make for 10am......

Happy Little Girl!

Penelope is the apple of our family's lives! She is sweet and quiet. She smiles all the time and we rarely hear a peep out of her. We are enjoying all the stages with her, as we know time goes by TOO quickly!

Mohawks and baby smiles :)

How can life get ANY better??? My sweet babies in ALL their glory!