Mom Ramblings #3

One. Why is it that as we get older it takes longer to get better? I still feel nauseated and Porter is up dancing around being silly already. Like he wasn't even sick. And TOM! He didn't get out of bed ALL DAY. He didn't go to work. And he works. A lot.

Two. I wish that we were independently wealthy. You know, so we could just do whatever we wanted all day long...shop, play, volunteer, do projects, you know, random stuff, all day long.

Three. Tomorrow we go to Porter's new school that he will start in the fall. It's a 4K pilot program in our town. I'm freaking out. FREAKING OUT! It's every. single. morning. And Jack is going to go three days a week to the "church" school (That's what P calls it.). Again. FREAKING OUT! My babies...are growing up. In fact, just tonight after the boys took baths I looked at Jack's fingers and realized they were no longer baby fingers. They are kid fingers. Not pudgy anymore. I cried.

Four. Tom turned two Ikea beds into bunk beds and they turned out great. He even made a ladder. Porter wants to decorate it with sprinkles....we'll see about the sprinkles. I'll post a picture soon.

Five. Gus hasn't really had much to eat the last few days, and he was squaking a little so I gave him a cracker. All of a sudden he let out this big, "Ahhhhhh." And smiled. It was like that's what he had been waiting for forever. I'm currently waiting for my "Ahhhhh....".

Six. So far I've pulled out 8 million staples from the steps. Only 9 million to go.

Seven. I love that kisses fix owies.

Eight. We're supposed to get a foot of snow. FAN-FREAKING-TASTIC. I'm so sick of winter I could puke. Except that I already did that for two days...