Sunday, September 7, 2014

Time For School

Times two. Both my little guys have endured massive changes over the past few weeks. The Boy has started kindergarten and The Little Boy(my baaayyybeeeee) has started preschool. And I've only cried a little.

So far, so good. Despite my reservations about his age(he's five but one of the few kids from his preschool to skip pre-k. Stupid redshirting!) and Common Core, The Boy seems to be doing well. He's actually had a bit of homework, but he rocked writing his name and is getting better at writing his numbers - 5 is tricky, yo.

And The Little Boy is doing a bit better at preschool than he was last week. No more screaming bloody murder when we leave. Now a nice hug from a teacher calms him down just enough to get J's out the door. He's even made some art and developed a love for playdoh.

Yay boys!

Wednesday, July 23, 2014


It's tricky, really, us living in the suburbs and me being disabled, but the boys don't get to experience as much nature and outdoorsy stuff as I'd like. So we take exposure to flora and fauna where we can find it. Like last weekend when we took a trip to the garden center and my little guy...
... saw this little guy. Who was, as far as I'm aware, the first real live caterpillar The Boy's ever seen.

Sunday, June 29, 2014

Still Little, Almost Big

The Boy is four years old. Almost five, but still four. I have, of course, been aware of how fast time flies and how quickly kids grow, but I only just now - like, thirty seconds ago - was struck by how much older five is than four. 

Four is still preschool, toddler-sized shoes and baby cartoons. But five? Kindergarten and a whole lot of other scary growing up stuff. 

I'm not ready. I have twenty-seven days to get my head round the idea that my baby, the sweet little dude that I could have sworn was born just a few days ago, is a big boy. 

Here are some piccies from this weekend of him looking like my little guy, but bigger.

Sunday, May 25, 2014

Kids These Days

Or should I say, people. 

I got a reminder yesterday of the dumbing down of all of us. I loaded up my Amazon cart with some pretty serious books - Gogol, Plath, Chaucer, Michael Chabon(I'm a nerd and it's free shipping once you hit 35 bucks) - and before I was allowed to checkout my screen filled with an offer for a college student credit card.

This tells me two things; 1)that college students must be the last remaining readers of such classics and 2) that cookies, or whatever it is that keeps an eye on your spending habits, may be good at guessing what a target audience is for what, but it's really bad at math. 

I mean, I made my first Amazon order 13 years ago. I was teaching myself to cook and ordered a Le Creuset pot - grown up. I also had it delivered to my work, the first real job I had after college - also grown up. 

And that brings is back to college. Why are college kids the only people reading books that should be read by, well, everyone.

Bums me out, man.

Thursday, May 22, 2014

I Am Not A Cool Mom

Much like I 'found myself' in the years after high school, I feel like I'm finally settling into who I am as apparent and, dare I say, as an adult. And yes, I am forty years old, married, have kids and own a house yet am only just now getting used to being an adult. So, like in those years after high school when I realized I was a coffee shop loving bookish writer and not a sorority girl, I'm finally getting it.  I'm a bit late, but I'm here. Sort of.

All that said, there is a pang of jealousy at realizing I don't really belong. The platoons of expensive stroller pushing moms out for a morning walk/jog; the small cadres of hippy moms wearing their babies while their biggest kids play nearby in a park or playground; the hipster working moms or hippy stay at home moms at The Boy's preschool drop-off. I am at best invisible to most of them and, to the horror of my inner middle-schooler who wants to be liked by everyone, eyed suspiciously as 'other' by a depressing number of them. At first I thought it was because no one wants to hang out with the crippled mom, but now I'm pretty sure it's because I am now, and have always been, a dork.

And hey, if being a dork worked for me before it can work for me again.

Working on it.

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

The End of an Era

It was The Boy's last day of preschool today. Per tradition, he wore his jammies and I cried a little. 

I am so very proud and can't believe how fast the time has flown.