I've been enjoying the idea of having 2 older boys and all of the activities it will include.
I imagine lots of activity all year long.
Granted, I've got one boy who won't let his feet leave the ground and another who would jump off the roof today if I let him. Our activities will range in severity, I'm sure.

Last year, 'Santa' brought Logan a skateboard and all the pads to go along with it. He gave it a try, realized he's not quite there and so it sat.
He's figured out now that he can put it at the top of the driveway and roll down on his bottom and that is enough thrill for him.
He's been asking ME to try, but it's a mini board, and it only holds 75lbs, and obviously that's not going to hold me.

Our neighbors have twin 15yr old boys and and 11 yr old boy. Yesterday they were cleaning out their garage and had to decide if they wanted to keep their skateboards.
I let them know the IF they decided to get rid of them that they should let me know because Logan and I can learn to skateboard together.

Big mistake.

Logan got to pick his favorite board and off I went thinking I was a pro already.
Barefoot none the less.

Within a few minutes Logan was super impressed at how far I could go and how long I could balance. I must say, I was super impressed too!
I had visions of a skate park and knee pads and elbow pads and being the 'cool' mom at the skate park.

Then, I let my ego get into the way.
"Watch THIS Logan!" as I rocked the board up and down while balancing on it.
"COOL! Try it again Mom!"

"no problem!"........................................WHACK......!#&@*!
down I went. Hard. Causing loud bone movement, blood on the knee and leg and embarrassment to the mind.

Laughing right away as to not scare the kids I quickly scanned to see which neighbor saw my fall.
As far as I know, I was in the clear! Unless someone was looking out their window, no one saw me.

We moved our skateboard tricks into the grass.

My knee hurts.

Goodbye-so hard to say

No, not me...but the lack of posting might make you wish it was me I was talking about....

Today was preschool graduation.
We started with lots and lots of fun happy songs...

Then came, the 'good bye' song.
It had to do with how they'll miss the smiles and stories and hugs.

Then came the only child in the room to fully understand the meaning of 'goodbye'.

The tears slowly started, with a big smile on his face trying to hold them back. A gentle nod of the head to his mom to let her know he was OK. We watched a video of songs and pictures from the year all while he was sobbing next to us, his eyes fixed on the TV.

Then came the actual 'Good bye'...

Yes, those are tears from the teacher, not laughter.


And to show he's all tough and strong, he smiled through his tears for the picture he wants framed on his dresser...


How did I get so lucky?

Trying again.....

Jesse is a friend....

About a month or two ago I got a call from a good friend, "OMG! There is this concert coming up in May and I'm DYING to go! I went last year with my husband, but this year I'd rather go with someone a little more fun...wanna GO?"

"SURE! Who is it?"

"Rick Springfield!"

pause....who the heck is Rick Springfield was the first thought that came into my head.

"You know, Jesse's Girl!"

Of course I knew that song. Well, the concert was this week, and if you know who Rick Springfield is, you'll know he's no spring chicken. In fact, he's 57 years old. My DAD is 58 years old. Let me tell you that my Dad isn't nearly as hot as Rick Springfield.
Yep, he's a looker...sort of.

But I have a thing for older rockers. Eric Clapton for instance. Yeah, he could be my dad...or more...but put him on stage rocking it out and he's HOT!

So, back to Rick Springfield. This man knows how to turn on the charm for the women. Seeing I didn't really know who he was, I had a better time watching people make fools out of themselves then actually watching him perform.
Women were CRAZY! They would do anything for his attention. And seeing we were at a casino theatre, there was ample opportunity for attention seeing it only holds a couple hundred people and it wasn't even full.
The crazy thing is that he is playing there for 5 nights and some of these women come every night.
The even crazier part is that tickets are $50. $50x5=$250
Granted, I'd spend $250 for one concert if I could see Dave Matthews up close and personal like I did Rick Springfield.
We actually made eye contact a few times as he was walking on tables and making the rounds.
You jealous?

Yep...thought so!

Stench

I'm reporting from under piles of puke filled laundry to express just how much the flu sucks when you're 2. (OK TKW-not the flu, but I've grown up calling it the FLU, so the FLU it will be for my kids! sticking out my tongue)

Puke does not feel good when it is retched onto your fitting cotton long sleeved tshirt. It does not feel good soaking in, and it does not feel good when you take off the shirt.

It is not natural to leave the puke soaking onto your body while you hold your kid over the sink, garbage can or toilet. It doesn't feel good. It smells, and dammit, I hate being the calm mommy at this moment.

I want to run away squirming out of my clothes, but instead, I leave the puke, make sure he's OK, get him a drink and then get out of the clothes as quickly as I can hoping I don't get any in my hair.
I'm hoping that some day my kids will ask me, just as I asked my mom today, "How did you do this without freaking out?"
And I'll answer, just as my mom did, "I just freaked out when you weren't looking"

Bleh! Puke.