Ok, this week I'll give you a Tuesday. Since it's a little slow around here. Stacy is still letting us into her place, but wipe your muddy feet first.
-> I took LG to see his first movie in the theater last night, The Muppets. He LOVED it. He sat between me and my brother in law (his choice of seat) for almost the whole show (as it crept towards 9:pm, he climbed up in my lap and wrapped my scarf around himself). He shared my BIL's popcorn happily (he'd never had it before) and slurped on his chocolate milk. And he knew to sing quietly to himself when he recognized rainbow connection. ;) Success.
-> I think LG might have passed out of the worst of the terrible 3's. Don't quote me on that (and I'm sure I just jinxed myself). After a couple of horrible weeks of escalating fighting, and hitting, and in general unacceptable behavior, we're down to a low roar (back to pre-3 status). Which is good because I'm pretty sure neither PB or I was going to last much longer. I was googling "Gypsies" just to see what they were offering.
-> See, this is why I've stopped blogging every day. My mind just completely blanked on thing I could tell you that have any kind of worth.
-> I can tell you about my pool project, but do you really want to hear that my back yard is a mud pit and I can not discern any noticeable improvement other than they took down the horrible fence.
-> Or I could tell you that PB has (predictably) taken over my project on the downstairs bathroom and is set for completion over the long weekend. My bathroom will be a color called "Pooh Corner". We don't shoot for high profile humor at our house. Poop jokes go a long way with boys.
-> Does anyone else have holiday/vacation angst? I worry before my vacation and all through it that I won't enjoy it enough. I want those days to last longer than they do, and I want them to be great. So I worry about it. Which completely ruins the time off aspect of it. Because my mind is out to ruin my good time.
-> I should probably thank all the other parents in LG's room for being so screwed up. I know PB and I are not perfect, by a long shot. We turn things in a day or so late, with an apology. When we get the call to pick up our sick kid, it can sometimes take us more than an hour to coordinate (it can sometimes take them more than an hour to reach us...) My kid is not always behaved, not always dressed appropriately. He doesn't always get enough attention at home. But when the teachers tell me we're in the top 5% of parents in the room? Whew, you folks are setting the bar way to low.
Ok, that's enough for the day. I might try to come back tomorrow and do a little Thanks thing, but don't push it.