I've decided happiness is a baby swing, a cup of coffee, my kindle and Little Einsteins. Actually at the moment the intrepid 2yo is beating on the xylophone attempting to "make music for sister." Which is probably a product of Little Einsteins anyway so it's all the same.
I think a little bit longingly about the fall days of a great schedule and a sun that goes down at 530. And then the reality of August 24 (the first day of school) hits me right in the feels.
All day. Every day. For the next 12 years.
The days of him home with me all day are coming to an end.
I complain and my days are long and kids can be tedious little beggers (last night: "MOOOOOOM! I need WAAAAATER!" forget that he knows where the cups are and can get it himself. It's more fun to scream at mom eighteen times until she flips out). But I love having them here. My happy place is Monday morning, after what was invariably an exhausting weekend of play time with Dad, the human jungle gym and fun provider, we go back to our quiet schedule and they play quietly around me, happy to control their own time for a bit, I think.
Soon that won't be the case. Soon Monday will be a chore as we rush to get back packs packed and off to school so we can learn all about space and math and reading. He will be so excited to learn all of these new things. He will hopefully make some great friends and have a great teacher.
But his time as being solely "mine" is almost over.
Already as we plan trips and visits for the fall and winter our schedule is dictated by his school schedule.
As Lewis left for work this morning he kissed everyone goodbye. And I noted, there are a lot of people in this house. Yea there are, he said. And I think we both like that. The boys are so fun. So very fun. They are different but the same. They are best friends and mortal enemies. The way of siblings.
David will be bereft without his friend. It's going to be a huge change for everyone. And with David in preschool this year ... this is just a big time of adjustment for everyone. Myself included.
Having two kids at the house is easier than three. Because less fights. Less mom managing. I'm very good at neglecting my kids and leaving them to their own devices. I'm like the parent in the other room ... "I heard that!" I shout as I hear someone get shoved. "No fighting or we're cleaning the house!"
That's an actual threat. If they don't sleep at nap time or they fight ... time to put away all the toys and vacuum. And get the dust rag. I feel like this is excellent parenting.
But with two I don't have that issue. David has the run of the place and just does his own thing, playing with the batman helicopter as much as he wants. You see that. I threw it across the room. Take that older brother!
I think about the days when he's at school too and me just having sweetie face and I'm all sigh of relief. But what the hell will I do?
Anything I want. One kid is easy people. Easy. Especially one you just cart in a carrier that renders them immobile.
There's happiness mixed in with all this change but I look at my growing brood with a pang at my heart. My first baby is leaving this prek phase. He's a solid elementary schooler now. He's ready. But oh how I love my time with this kid. During nap time sometimes I let him sit with me and he watches Shark Week and I read my book. Or we do school work. Or he builds lego treasures and shows them to me.
Chatting my ear off the entire time.
The other day we were all out at lunch and Lewis and I were talking about where to go for our 10yr anniversary and I said I'm not really interested in Japan or China this trip, and G says, dead serious ...
You can't go to China. That's where the dragons are.
Lewis and I, in honor to his seriousness took him seriously. But G you know dragons are just pretend.
Yeah, except in China.
Also a nod to Little Einsteins, where there is a dragon kite that needs rescuing. In China.
I think a little bit longingly about the fall days of a great schedule and a sun that goes down at 530. And then the reality of August 24 (the first day of school) hits me right in the feels.
All day. Every day. For the next 12 years.
The days of him home with me all day are coming to an end.
I complain and my days are long and kids can be tedious little beggers (last night: "MOOOOOOM! I need WAAAAATER!" forget that he knows where the cups are and can get it himself. It's more fun to scream at mom eighteen times until she flips out). But I love having them here. My happy place is Monday morning, after what was invariably an exhausting weekend of play time with Dad, the human jungle gym and fun provider, we go back to our quiet schedule and they play quietly around me, happy to control their own time for a bit, I think.
Soon that won't be the case. Soon Monday will be a chore as we rush to get back packs packed and off to school so we can learn all about space and math and reading. He will be so excited to learn all of these new things. He will hopefully make some great friends and have a great teacher.
But his time as being solely "mine" is almost over.
Already as we plan trips and visits for the fall and winter our schedule is dictated by his school schedule.
As Lewis left for work this morning he kissed everyone goodbye. And I noted, there are a lot of people in this house. Yea there are, he said. And I think we both like that. The boys are so fun. So very fun. They are different but the same. They are best friends and mortal enemies. The way of siblings.
David will be bereft without his friend. It's going to be a huge change for everyone. And with David in preschool this year ... this is just a big time of adjustment for everyone. Myself included.
Having two kids at the house is easier than three. Because less fights. Less mom managing. I'm very good at neglecting my kids and leaving them to their own devices. I'm like the parent in the other room ... "I heard that!" I shout as I hear someone get shoved. "No fighting or we're cleaning the house!"
That's an actual threat. If they don't sleep at nap time or they fight ... time to put away all the toys and vacuum. And get the dust rag. I feel like this is excellent parenting.
But with two I don't have that issue. David has the run of the place and just does his own thing, playing with the batman helicopter as much as he wants. You see that. I threw it across the room. Take that older brother!
I think about the days when he's at school too and me just having sweetie face and I'm all sigh of relief. But what the hell will I do?
Anything I want. One kid is easy people. Easy. Especially one you just cart in a carrier that renders them immobile.
There's happiness mixed in with all this change but I look at my growing brood with a pang at my heart. My first baby is leaving this prek phase. He's a solid elementary schooler now. He's ready. But oh how I love my time with this kid. During nap time sometimes I let him sit with me and he watches Shark Week and I read my book. Or we do school work. Or he builds lego treasures and shows them to me.
Chatting my ear off the entire time.
The other day we were all out at lunch and Lewis and I were talking about where to go for our 10yr anniversary and I said I'm not really interested in Japan or China this trip, and G says, dead serious ...
You can't go to China. That's where the dragons are.
Lewis and I, in honor to his seriousness took him seriously. But G you know dragons are just pretend.
Yeah, except in China.
Also a nod to Little Einsteins, where there is a dragon kite that needs rescuing. In China.
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