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Oldest had teacher extraordinaire for two years of Kindergarten. He started K at the age of 5 because he was being placed into a language based program to help with his delays. He repeated K at the age of 6 because, frankly, he wasn't ready for first grade. It's been a blessing. Oldest is going into First Grade in the Fall. Youngest is starting K. With teacher extraordinaire. This will be MY third year, IN A ROW, as a K mom. Why sound so upset about this? K is fun. It's a time of so of many firsts. It's a time of exploration and learning. It's a time for making new friends, learning independence and responsibility, eating lunch in a cafeteria, having "specials" during the week like Art and Music. Repeating Kindergarten for the third time also means: Weekly show and tells. Each month is a theme. For the a combined nine Monday's in the month of May I've needed to help oldest find things to bring in that relate to "What Iv'e learned/love abo

I think I've discussed this before but I realize I worry way less about youngest than I do about oldest. Youngest isn't reading, gets easily frustrated when he cant do a task well, is clumsy, still sucks his thumb and doesn't poop in a toilet. He turns 5 in July. I realize, if this was oldest, I would be freaking out. I'm sure I would have met with a therapist by now regarding the above issues and would be obsessing over the fact that these things were occurring in his life. But I haven't met with a therapist for youngest and besides the pooping thing, really haven't given any of it a second thought. Until now. Because I'm blogging so therefore; I think. That's how blogging works. You think. Then you write. Hence-- a blog But I digress. Point being. I'm not worried that youngest is clumsy or not reading or gets frustrated easily. Why aren't I worried? Because really, as much as I worry about things (and believe me, I worry about A LOT ) mother

Summertime, Summertime, Sum Sum Summertime There. Now you have it in your head all day too. I've changed clothes three times today. It was cool this morning, warm an hour later and sweltering by the time I picked up youngest from lunch bunch. Let's hope my two lb weight gain over the wkend is from being bloated with a little PMS and not because of the dream I had last night that I was 3 months pregnant. With my third boy!! Think the next title for my book is going to be Wife becomes addicted to Ambien because of snorer husband. I fall asleep fine. I just dont stay asleep. I blame a good portion of this problem on dear husband who I kick every 45 minutes because he is facing the wrong way- making him snore louder than I would like. Surely I will need rehab to get off of this stuff. And Tums. I'm thinking popping them like tic tacs cant be a good thing. PT so far is not helping my shoulder. A matter of fact; she did such a deep massage to get rid of my "tightness" t

I've been tagged again or emailed a chain letter or however this got into my head again but I'm game. 25 things you dont know about me (or maybe you do) 1)I dont drink, or ever have, had a cup of hot coffee 2) I have a slight scoliosis and a few degenerating discs in my back that cause me many achey days 3) There is many a day I wish I could relive my childhood (Childhood. Not teenage-hood) 4) My favorite candy bar is a plain ol' hershey bar (with a 100,000 grand a close second) 5)I'm still addicted to Grey's Anatomy no matter how bad the critics say it's gotten 6) I'm 42 and still a parrothead 7)I love to take bubble baths 8) I have become even more of a worrier since I had kids 9)I've watched When Harry Met Sally at least 20 times 10) Raw cookie dough is better than cooked 11)I'm not sure how I survived before email 12) I'm compulsive 13) I've kept a journal since I was 15 (probably started younger than that but I dont

For those following the poopy diaries- we have progress. Youngest has now sat- ON A TOILET- and pooped! Okay, let me add that he is wearing a pull up while doing this but did you hear me? SITTING ON A TOILET? A huge step. Maybe we can avoid toileting school after all. I'm in post vacation blues mode. It was so nice being away. I forgot about real life issues for a whole 6 days. Then I came home. And cried while driving home from a Physical Therapy appointment. Not because I was in physical pain (although I do need PT twice/wk for darned shoulder and arm problems. One stemming from post mastectomy issues so yea, that kind of sucks) but I cried because I miss my Dad. It's been so busy the past few weeks that I haven't really had time to miss him. If that makes any sense. Busy with the boys. Busy packing. Busy in Disney. But now my busy-ness is over and I have time now. Time to be sad. Time to cry. Time to miss him. It's still very surreal to me even though it has been ove

(My own version of "wearing the corsage") To my sons : Ask her out. The worst she will say is no and I promise you; you will get over it; some day. Call her after your date. Don't listen to "the rules" about waiting the right amount of time. If you had a great time-let her know. But don't call all the time. It's annoying. Do your own laundry. Clean your dishes. Make your bed. Never be mean. If you are- always say you're sorry. Put the toilet seat down when you're done. And aim. I hope your brother will always be your best friend. Play nicely. Never tease anyone if they look or act differently then you do. You look different to them. Pay on the first date. And the second and third. Offer a bite of your dessert. Be respectful to your date's parents. Do not EVER EVER EVER get behind the wheel if you have been drinking. Do not wear socks with sandals Wearing a tie will always make you look even more handsome Cursing is unbecoming Smoking makes y

Just came home from a five night, six day trip to Disney World with two children who I'm not sure I knew. Behaved Loving Stayed up past 7PM without getting cranky Played well with each other Managed a 2.5 hour flight without whining, yelling or tantrums Hugged each other incessantly Played in the pool together...nicely Yes, it was an enjoyable family vacation. Really only our second (and the first was a trip to Vail when they were 1 and 3 so not sure that really counts) I have to say..I'd do it again. It was that enjoyable. I even saw the space shuttle take off (albeit from the magic kingdom but I saw it) A bit too many chicken nuggets and fries for my taste. One too many sodas Seeing my boys light up every time they saw Donald Duck; priceless. Time to look into the Disney Cruise?!

Mother's Day is my second favorite holiday (coming in after Thanksgiving because nothing beats a day that consists of a turkey coma and my Mother's stuffing) Mother's Day is right up there at the top because I went through hell and back to get here. Motherhood was not easy for me to attain. Countless injections, ultrasounds, and many hormones got pumped into my body for over two years. Then of course I had the pregnancy from hell, stayed in a hospital for months on end and had a tragic outcome after the birth of my twin boys. I think it is because of all that which is why I appreciate the day. The day that reminds me how blessed I am to have two amazing children in my life. Two boys who are the combination of dear husband and me. Two boys who have grown up so quickly yet I remember rocking them in my arms as if it were yesterday. Today, I also celebrate my own Mother. The woman who I used to yell at and slam doors at while screaming "you just don't understand"

Let's just say, I'm thankful my kids go to public school as youngest would have failed his interview process this morning. Today was "Kindergarten visit day" Today is three days before our trip to Disney Today oldest has an ear infection and running a 102 fever. Happy Birthday Week to me Youngest appeared excited to visit K until I picked him up from preschool and he demanded he was hungry. Of course, I asked him ten times before we left if he wanted a snack prior to going. Oh no Mommy.I can wait till afterwards. Apparently he couldn't After telling him I had no snack he pouted the entire hour we visited school. Pouting along with being rude, fresh and tantrums do not make a great first impression. Thankfully this was their third of fourth impression as oldest is in the same class and everyone has met my charming almost 5 year old on several other occasions. "Do you want to play with blocks? The kitchen area? See the chicks? Play candyland?" No No No and