Little Man Going to School

My little man starts Pre-K next week (tears and weeping). I have lived in denial since we received notification of his acceptance, but now the time is drawing near and I have to start preparing myself and Jordi.

My husband has stayed home with Jordi for the last year or so and before that Jordi stayed with a family member, so he has never been in a school or daycare enviroment. I know, I know - he really needs Pre-K. "It will be so good for him." I am not second guessing the decision to send him, I am worried about his adjustment and mine and Kevin's for that matter.

Up until the last few weeks Jordi has refused to stay with anyone but Kevin and me. When he thought he would have to stay somewhere without us he would run to the car and lock the doors (no worries, we had the keys). But he has started staying with my mom at least once a week to get him geared up to be seperated from us.

So I am worried. Very worried. I am expecting a battle the first day. And lots of tears (from everyone). But everyone says "He will be fine after you leave." They don't know my child. He is persistent. What if he cries all day? What if he is scarred for life? What if he doesn't recover from the trauma of being left at school? I know, I'm overracting (as usual), but I am still very, very worried.

I am sorry Mr. Blog...

I am sorry Mr. Blog. I have neglected you over the past few weeks. I apologize to you since I don't have readers to apologize to. I will try and be a better blogger and give you the time and attention you derserve.

Another Year Older

On this day 31 years ago my parents welcomed their little bundle of joy. They kept the bundle's birth a secret until it was announced on the local radio station. Then grandparents were alerted, and the bundle was forever more spoiled with love. And even though the grandparents were deliriously happy with the new bundle of joy, they were still highly pissed at its parents for not letting them know of her arrival.

Today I turn 31. My birthday present to myself is not counting WW points, and I have successfully scarfed down about 100 and I have not yet ate my birthday meal and cake. You only turn 31 once, so you gotta eat it up. Going out tonight for some chicken tenders. I know this sounds crazy, but I avoid chicken tenders (which I love) due to the horrendous amount of points they have. Tonight I shall eat chicken tenders and I may even dip them in ranch.

Now on to bigger and better things. CAKE! My family is making me a cake. Not just any cake, but Better Than Sex Cake. Some of you may doubt that cake could be better than sex, but you just haven't had this cake. I can't wait to eat a piece or two (or maybe three because today is a no points day).

Off We Go

Hi Ho Hi Ho off to see Colie and Tasha we go. Can't wait to spend the weekend at the beach. I NEED A BREAK! I love the sand and the sun, and I can't wait to put my toes in the ocean.

Weekly Weigh In

No worries (not that you were worried). I have not given up on my weight loss journey. I am still just STUCK. Not really going forward and not really going backward. This week I have done well staying on plan, so hopefully I can keep it going through the weekend. Maybe the scales will go down Monday.

Tending Our Garden

This year we decided to plant our own garden. In years past we always mooched off of everyone else, so we thought it was now time to give back.

I love watching things grow and I LOVE fresh produce, but gardening is a lot work. Especially if you have no idea what you are doing. My husband acts like an expert, but I am pretty sure that he is clueless like me. Add a four year old who knows everything about everything to the mix and you have gardening chaos.

We are just now doing most of the planting due to a threat of frost the past few weeks. Once the frost warning was over it rained and rained. Then it rained some more. But last night we planted. We hoed. We weeded. We gardened. And Kev tried to run the Carolina Mule (the tiller), but it ran him more or less. Gardening = hardwork. Things darn well better grow.

I Hate Bedtime!

I hate bedtime. I hated bedtime as a kid and now I am beginning to hate bedtime as an adult. Jordi hates bedtime too (thus the problem).

Starting at 8:30 it ain't nothin but heartache at my house. Jordi hates to settle down for bed. Sleeping equals not playing, and that is so not cool in the mind of a four year old. We finally moved him to his own bed in hopes that bedtime could be more structured, but now he is just angry and he avoids trying to lay down.

His bedtime needs include reading ten million books (literally), having a "snick snack" (who can say no to that), getting a drink of water, needing to brush his teeth again and using the bathroom multiple times. This is all before we turn off the light.

Once the light is off he needs to potty AGAIN, he is still hungry, "lets make up our own story," he has to rearrange all the pillows and blankets to make his "nest" and then we have to sing and sing.

This may sound cute, but after an hour and a half of this it ain't so cute anymore. I hate bedtime. Any suggestions?