Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Kindergarten Registration is WHEN?

In a week I will be herding my little whirlwind into the Highlander and going to the elementary school to formally commit him into the hands of strangers this fall. I have mixed feelings about this, mainly because it's ALL DAY Kindergarten and he's only been gone all day with a member of the family before. I'm not sure I'm ready for him to start school. HE'S ready, but I may not be.

First off, I'd like to know who gave him PERMISSION to grow up. I certainly never gave him permission to go from the cute toddling stage to the riding-a-bike-going-to-school-ready-to-lose-baby-teeth stage. I loved that little gummy grin - while he had it. He decided at the age of TWO MONTHS to start teething and never stopped until he had all 20 primary teeth. He constantly had teeth on the move so we really only had issues with it disturbing his sleep when they were actively erupting.

"I'm ready for the Jumperoo Safari, Mommy"

How did we go from a baby to a BIG BOY?

Playing Wii with Daddy


Where the heck did the time go? I mean, Wasn't he just a little baby who needed help with everything and didn't help himself to whatever was in the fridge? I miss that little guy who I carried around and stayed wherever you put him. Granted, he started walking at 10 1/2 months so that didn't last very long, but it was nice to know where he was at all times. I didn't have to worry that he was writing on our truck with rocks or riding his bike into a tree or might fall off the swing set-"Pirate ship". *I* chose what he wore every day and dressed him. I got to cuddle with him every morning, twice a day for naps and then at night before he went to sleep as he nursed and used me for a pacifier. He didn't swamp the bathroom as he took baths because HIS tub fit into our tub.

"Look, Mommy! I'm NEKKID!"

I really love to watch him play. He was so entertaining and so full of personality, even as a baby. He carried that personality through as a crawler (which was so very brief) and then as a toddler. He just was fun to be around! He was also so photogenic. I loved taking pictures of him no matter what he was doing.

The pianist formerly known as Baby RP 

Granted, he was always one to be assertive about wanting to be fed, even as an infant. He let us know when he was hungry in so many different ways. At first it was by crying and nuzzling into my chest as he sought for his best friend - Right Boob. Then as a crawler he decided the best way was to crawl over, pull himself up on my pants and look me in the face with his demands.

I WANT COOKIE!

It's really amazing that the stage of relying on Mommy for food didn't last very long. As soon as he figured out how to walk and climb, he was raiding the freezer and fridge. His sense of style also started to develop. Granted, it was somewhat odd at times - but it was so much fun to watch him start to try to put together outfits. He still has a quirky style sense, but we have started to trust him a bit more on putting together his own outfits. He asks what type of clothes he needs and gets them for himself.

"This shrimp scampi looks good for lunch"

"Silly Mommy! I just wanted some Elmo Juice. I needed the boots because the freezer is COLD."

Where did that adorable little guy turn into one who is SCHOOL AGED? I'm SO not ready for this. At least  we still have the summer and our beach trip before we have to watch him get on that big, yellow bus and head off into the maw of formal schooling. I have a few more months to relish his inquisitive nature, his weird sense of humor, his wonderful cuddles and his ability to really come up with the most funny things to say.

I love my little guy. I hope I've done well enough to prepare him for school before he actually has to start.

Preparing for the Pre-Schooler Golf Tour.

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Just Feeling Insignificant

What does it say when your husband simply doesn't buy you ANYTHING for your birthday? Not a card, not a small thing ... NOTHING. Nothing from him or from our son, either. Instead what I am getting is dinner out.

This leaves me feeling like I just don't FUCKING MATTER. I mean, he didn't even ask what I might have wanted, which leads me to think that either a) he doesn't care, b) I'm not important, c) I don't have a c. It's not even that he can claim that he had NO TIME since he and the little guy went to the National Zoo in DC on Wednesday - without ME. SO he fucking HAD TIME ... he just chose NOT to buy anything.

To say I'm hurt and angry would be an understatement.

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Ok, so I SUCK at Blogging

It has dawned on me that I really am horrible at blogging. I just can't seem to come up with anything to say most days. I don't know if this stems from FibroFog, an uneventful life, depression or just being a deficient human being.

Saturday, March 3, 2012

Pregnant Guppies and Rasboras

Ok. We have 5 yellow fancy guppy fry and the one survivor from the leopard tail spawning. Now our red-gold rasbora female is VERY pregnant and it looks like my two new green fancy guppy females came in pregnant as well. EEK! Can you say fry explosion is imminent? *sigh* My friend Doreene can only take so many of the fry (and I don't want to overload her on one type) so I'm facing what I can do in terms of re-homing some of these fry at some point. I don't have a nursery tank for the fry (but that may become something we have to get) so I can only keep fry for so long before I HAVE to find them new places to live. Patrick just told me a friend of his sells their guppy fry to pet stores ... so maybe I can look into that. Especially as we start to get the cross-breeding going to get some really interesting fry. But for now ... what the HECK am I gonna do? Within the next 4 weeks we will have so many fry it won't be funny.