eatthefrostingfirst

Dear Husband and I were getting ready to attend curriculum night at oldest' school Thursday night. A first for us..not the curriculum night (although I suppose that, too, is a first) but the fact that we were both going to actually attend a meeting together. My parents came over to babysit. Mom asked for tea. Boys were in jammies, ready for a fun hour with grandma and grandpa before bed. We were all ready to go. Until....screams were heard. Retched screams. Youngest must have been reaching for something on the table (where I stupidly put the boiling hot cup of tea) and it spilled on him. I immediately went into panic mode while Dear Husband, thankfully had the sense of mind to bring him up into a cold bath. Oldest was crying..terrified of what just happened to his brother and I think even more scared that I told him we needed to leave to go to the hospital. 2 1/2 hrs later, 4 almost fainting spells (mine), 2 doses of morphine (youngest's) we left the ER covered with second deg

I have always joked that youngest will surely fun for congress some day. Today I got an email from his preschool teacher. He has been in preschool for all of one week. "He was great organizing a game of "Red Light, Green Light." He collected a group of five kids and then more joined in. Maybe he'll be the president of his senior class one day?? You read it here folks. At the age of three he is already a born leader. Im so proud!

It's been one of those days (one of those months really, actually years, but that's a whole other entry) For now, we'll stick with one of those days. Everything that could go wrong did go wrong starting with spilling toothpaste on my shirt after getting dressed and spilling my milk from the cereal all over the floor. Then it got into bigger stuff like arguing with my three year old over the fact he couldn't have McDonald's for lunch at 945AM and then spent 45 minutes trying to get oldest to eat 1/2 cup of Macaroni and Cheese (all pureed mind you) I'm really losing it these days. Everything is getting to me and little things are setting me off. Times are to get easier I was told..they aren't. I assure you. They are getting more and more challenging. On youngest's worst of days he is my EASY child. Oldest  is a love, dont get me wrong. He is endearing and adorable and sweet but he is also stubborn as hell (just like his mother) and challenging, oh, so c

My baby is all grown up!

I have two kids in school. I now have two and a half hours to myself in the morning. I thought...finally, some freedom! I have to tell you that 2+ hrs isn't much time to do anything really productive. I vow to start exercising during this time. And then what???

Oldest went off to Kindergarten today like a pro. Backpack, smiling..unlike his mother who was crying all the way home. I know most parents are probably sentimental when their child goes off to school for the first time but I have an extra reason to be, don't I? This is my son who 5 years ago spent life on a ventilator, struggling to breathe day in and day out. This is my son who has overcome so many obstacles, I remain in awe each day. My son who is shy, endearing, handsome, often sneaky, loves to tease his little brother, impatient and quite stubborn. My son who is afraid of characters walking around an amusement park yet is brave enough to go on a roller coaster over and over again..ALONE. Here he goes, my baby, all grown up at the age of five!