Weddings

We have had a lot of talk about weddings in our house lately. The boys were both in a wedding, talking about people getting re-married, and Bryan & I's anniversary was yesterday. Which brought up the question from the boys...."Mom, was I at your wedding?" I, of course, replied no. The next question, "Well, was I in your belly then?" I again replied with no. The next question, "Well, if I wasn't in your belly, was I in Dad's belly then?" Again, I had to reply no and quickly change the subject so I did not get into a conversation that I am not prepared for.

Tate Graduated

Last night Tate graduated from Lakeview Preschool. At one point during the year I definitely thought that we might be holding him back from Kindergarten. He pulled through it though. It was a very nice ceremony. He was definitely proud of himself, which he should be. And I think he was so excited to get all the attention for once.

Last night when he went to bed he asked me if he was going to Kindergarten in the morning. He just can't wait.

Whoops!

Friday afternoon Bryan picked Trey up from school. He noticed right away that Trey was dressed in his OSU jersey (which Bryan loves) and Trey's football pants and he also noticed that no one else was dressed up at all. Career day was actually yesterday, MONDAY--not Friday. Trey's teacher was very understanding and let him go ahead and give his presentation on Friday, so yesterday he refused to dress up again. I do feel really bad, but he is taking it well. This whole thing kind of sounds like a bad dream?!?

Career Day

Today is Career Day at Trey's school. His homework this week: choose what career you would like to enter, answer some questions about that profession and dress up for that job today. In the past Trey has always told me he wanted to be a gym teacher, then in the past couple of weeks he has wanted to be an NBA player. So, I was a little surprised Monday night when I was reading the homework paper and I asked Trey one more time--What do you want to be when you grow up AND he replied a Rock Star Clown. Who comes up with that? Have you ever met a Rock Star Clown? Monday night he was dead set on being a Rock Star Clown.

I didn't mention the homework again until last night. Honestly, I was a little worried about what the answer might be. He wanted to be a surfer. I asked him how he was going to be a surfer, living in OHIO, without an ocean around. He then told me he is going to go to college in Florida. So then I told him that is not too realistic. He finally settled on being an NFL running back that plays in Arizona. Great, he dressed up this morning in his Ohio State jersey & Bengals helmet--super cute I must say.

We were getting ready to walk out the door and he says, "Mom, I know what I should have chosen to be my career. I should have said a Vegetarian." I chuckled and told him that is not really a job. I'm not sure if he met Veterinarian or not, we were having a hard time getting out the door this morning and I just needed him to hurry up.

Tate's Bed Moves

This morning when I went in to wake Tate up, I noticed that he only had a tiny bit of covers on him. All of his covers were on the floor except for what belonged on his feet from the other side. They were all messed up. I have noticed more & more lately his covers are getting more messed up at night or I find a pillow on the floor. I have also always known that he is a restless sleeper. When he was smaller he prefered sleeping sideways in his bed along the pillows. This was painful for me when he wasn't feeling good & I would sleep with him.

Back to this morning though.....I never knew if he noticed what was going on, until now. He said to me, "Mommy, my bed moves during the night." I didn't get at first what he was talking about and he began telling me that his covers fall off him during the night cause his bed moves around all night. I asked him, was he sure that he didn't move during the night? He is positive that his bed moves during the night.

Trey's Drawings

Last night was busy night for us. Tate had his first T-ball & Trey had an art fair and musical concert last night. This was the first time that Bryan & I had to split up and not watch a whole event--I am sure that there are many more times to come too.

While trying to get ready to go last night we could not find Tate's brand new baseball jersey. How could we lose it so fast? Trey was being silly and getting in the way of me finding the jersey & I loudly told him to get in his room for awhile. I found the jersey moments later and I walked in to Trey's room to talk to him and tell him to get dressed.

I walked in and Trey was sitting on his bed with his yearbook & pen in his hand. I immediately ask why he has his pen. He is like, WHAT?!?, nothing, I'm not doing anything?!? All of the above is a sure sign of guilt from him. He is trying to be so cool and is using his super deep voice. He started flipping through the pages real fast. I am telling him to show me what he has done & he is still denying any wrong doing. I take the book and the first picture I see, which is the last page of the book and is full of just random pics, he has drawn glasses on this girl that is in his grade. No explanation--just did it.

Well, this reminded me of what happened the week before Easter last year. Trey, Tate & I were at Walmart and Trey wanted me to buy some Reese's Peanut Butter eggs. I told him no, since the Easter Bunny would be coming in just a couple of days. He did not like that answer. He started throwing a fit in the store, the whole way home & in his room. Once we got home I told him to go straight to his room. On the way up the steps, he was telling me I am the worst mom ever, he hates me & I stink like a dead animal!!! Wow, I couldn't believe it, all over a bag of candy.

I decided to leave him alone for awhile. Maybe once every 2-3 months he has a total breakdown like this & I have to just let it play out. He sits in his room for about 30 min. & will come out as happy as can be--like nothing ever happened. So this time I went ahead and walked into his room. There he was--sitting on his bed, pen in hand & his preschool scrapbook. I ask him what are you doing, he replies nothing. I take the book out of his hand, flip through the pages & stop at the Mother's Day Tea. There was a great picture of Trey & I together. He had taken his pen and colored a big blob of scribble all over MY face. I was devastated. I walked out of the room with tears in my eyes. All over a bag of candy.

He went to school that afternoon (he had 1/2 day afternoon Kindergarten at the time). When I picked him up off the bus I didn't have to say a word. He apologized immediately & I could tell he really felt horrible. It was a bad day.