Kindergarten

September 6, 2011

Jaymeson's first day of Kindergarten!

We've been talking about this day for a long time.

New clothes. Check.

New shoes. Check.

New back pack. Check.

Fresh hair cut. Check.

Excited 5 year old. Check.

We prepared for the big day last evening with a few bedtime stories.

We talked about Kindergarten and how he'll always be my little boy.

(Even when he grows up to drive those big fire trucks.)

So, he woke up ready for this new adventure!

Little brother spent a little time with him this morning.

 We arrived at the school.

Found his classroom.

Put his backpack away in his cubby.

Got his name tag on.

And then waited for the teacher to come in.

At this point the nerves started to kick in.

And when he was told that all the parents had to go.....

he cried.

And so did I.

The teacher came and brought him over by her chair.

And he got some last minute reassurance from Daddy.

And he was on his own, to conquer the day.

Needless to say, I've been a nervous wreck today.

I'm hoping he's now having fun.

If not, this is going to be a long year.

He'll be there all day, every day.

Quite a change for us all.

Not to mention the two boys from his summer program, the bully and the disrespectful kid who thought I was a police officer and greeted me by saying, "Hi, Piiigggggg!" were also in his class!

Let's hope he made friends with the nice kids.

4 o'clock can't come soon enough today!

Update:
He's smiling.
Had a good day.
Makes me smile
and sigh with relief.

Surprise!

A week in review.

Last Thursday, Jaymeson had an adenoidectomy.

Surgery went well, he was sick from anesthesia but recovered quickly.

Marcus had bought cookies from the bakery on the morning of surgery 

and Jaymeson couldn't wait to have one.

After vomiting several times, and warning him that the little cookie could come right back up,

I let him eat it as long as he had the puke bucket next to him.

I left him alone and returned to this.

That little cookie must have been just what the doctor ordered. 

He was out until the next morning!

We are hoping there will be better breathing, better sleep, and less headaches for our boy. 

The boys enjoyed Friday evening with this special lady and got their "Nana time" in.

My mom and I left early Saturday morning and flew out to Colorado. 

We went and surprised my sis-in-law for her baby shower weekend.

Here she is seeing me!!

Couple minutes later, the door bell rang again.

And then, the door bell rang again!

Her mama came and surprised her too! 

Priceless!

I got to see my nephew in 4-D!

And share the excitement on the day of the baby shower.

 The poor kid didn't get anything. :)
It was a fast but fun trip.

Yesterday, I anxiously awaited my appointment.
I have been so sick this summer.
I have neglected the house,
the boys have eaten cold cereal for supper multiple times,
and I have lived to curl up and sleep.
I am hoping that the kids get their mommy back soon.
In the meantime, I am busy working on this.
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Baby says, "Hi!"

Jaymeson has been hoping for a "sister baby".
And insistent that she be named "Abby".
("Because it's a beautiful name, Mommy")
The ultrasound technician was confident that this baby is a girl.
I cried.
Will look at the "goods" again at the next ultrasound,
 I am just praying for healthy.

SWAGGER WAGON

I've switched to the dark side.

Well, maybe, just the "Mom" side.

That's right. 

The first brand new vehicle that I purchase, with only 27 miles on it, is this.

It's a 2011 VW Routan, fully loaded, with all the bells and whistles. 

If you don't have kids, you could care less what it features, and I'm officially not cool.

If you have kids, but don't have a van yet, you might be slightly jealous.

If you have kids, and have already switched to the "mom-mobile", you get it.

So, I may not be "cool" among my peers but my son thinks I'm SO cool.

That's what matters, right?

Marcus has been told that he is "officially demoted from the 'man club' now."

He vowed that the van was mine and would NOT be driving it.

However, it wasn't long before I noticed that the van would be missing from the driveway when he'd run places with the boys. Ha!!

My friend, Shannon, showed me this video and I thought it was hilarious.

The Swagger Wagon.

Sounds better than the "Mom-Mobile".

Behind The Chair

Silence is nice.

However, it can become worrisome when children are awake.

Especially when the pitter-pat of little feet precedes it.

This type of silence always needs to be investigated.

Those little feet went behind this chair.

 And after looking behind that big comfy chair,

I found this little person.

 And, more importantly, I found his beautiful art work.

On the wall.

 

Should I be happy that he has advanced on to making circles?

Or perhaps he was about to make a person on the left,

that just might be a head with a smiley face and stick body.

In any case, the wall is washable.

And so is this little artist.

Sneaky little bugger.

Vent

I am going to vent.

First time I've done this.

But it's my blog and I can.

So here it goes.

It should be short and sweet.

For those who have the opinion 

that a child need his "ass whooped", 

this is for you.

First,

you need to educate yourself on the effectiveness

and outcomes of  "ass whoopings" on children.

http://www.apsa.org/About_APsaA/Position_Statements/Physical_Punishment.aspx 

http://www.naturalchild.org/jan_hunt/tenreasons.html 

Next,

 educate yourself on the normal developmental stage of a child

and age appropriate behaviors.

Referenced below are links for a 5 year old's development.

The same age as my son.

The one you want me to beat for acting age appropriate.

http://childparenting.about.com/od/childdevelopment/a/fiveyearoldhome_3.htm

http://wondertime.go.com/learning/child-development/stages-toddler-5years_3.html

Now,

  take a good look in the mirror and see how well all those "ass whoopings"

you may have had as a child made you a better person.

Finally, 

keep your mouth shut.

Thanks.

Now, I am going to stand up tall.

Straighten out my shirt.

Pull my hair back neatly.

And walk away.

Right after I do a karate kick, 

and a left and right jab

to your imaginary face.

Which, by the way, will be the only "ass whooping" you'll see.

Lamp

I've posted a picture similar to this in a prior post.

Similar. 

Not exact.

(The subject in the picture is still cute in this one too.) 

I have a bazillion pictures of the same event.

I blame it on the camera.

And the memory card.

It stores lots of pictures.

I have a hard time erasing.

I also have a hard time getting them printed.

Quite frankly, I hardly have any pictures that I can hold in my hand.

They're all on those memory cards.

I make myself feel better by thinking that printed pictures are a thing of the past.

And maybe they are.

I just better not lose those tiny pieces of plastic.

They hold lots of memories.

Moving on,

and the real reason why I even started this post.

In the above picture is a lamp. 

Take a look at it again.

That's right, scroll on up and see what it looks like.

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Because here it is now.

That cute little subject in the first picture is the culprit.

Pushed it right off the table.

I shuffled the boys into their room so I could clean up this mess.

And when all the tiny pieces were swept from the floor,

the boys came back into the living room.

A couple minutes later, 

while in the other room, 

I heard a crinkling sound.

And came out to this.

 Thanks Braxton for making sure that sweeping and vacuuming 

were added to the "to do" list for the day.

You're lucky you're cute.

 

March for Babies

Today,

was the March for Babies!

Walked 4 miles

with Sareese, 

her 32 week baby bump, 

some coworkers, 

and many other families and supporters

for all those babies born too early and sick.

The temp was 33 degrees, 

it was windy,

and snowing!

We were freezing!

 But,

in the end, 

it was worth it.

Sareese found some friends.

5 layers of clothes and still cold!

  Great Cause.

Great Day.