It's Fast Approaching

Even if I'm not ready for it, it's coming. Little Man will be starting preschool next week. Next Wednesday to be exact. I am so not ready for this. He seems to be. Well, sometimes. One day we talk about it and he couldn't be more excited. The next day we talk about it and he has decided he will lock himself in the bathroom so the kids can't see him. I think he will be fine. Its me and his father I am worried about.

Hubby and I are not ready for Little Man to grow up so soon. It seems now that he is to start preschool, I can already imagine him driving and graduating. I know, not a rational thought. But how can I be rational when my little boy is getting so big?! Hubby is the one I have to worry about the most. I constantly have to promt him to be positive when talking about going to school. He will openly express his sadness about Little Man going to school, or even come out and say he doesn't want him to go at all. Sure I feel somewhat the same way, but it's just something that has to be done. Hubby being a downer about it won't make it easier for Little Man, or mommy for that matter.

I am sure everything will be just fine. Or at least that's what I keep telling myself. Hopefully I'll remember that as I drop him off on his first day, then wait two and a half hours before I can go back to pick him up. Oh, who am I kidding?? I will spend my two and a half hours sitting on the curb outside the prechool.

Stand By Your Man

The point of this post is just to get some thoughts out there. If anyone is actually reading this, it's not going to make any sense to you. I just needed to put into words how lucky I feel to be married to my husband. I just think he is wonderful. I have always thought that about him, yet sometimes it's easy to get caught up in day-to-day stuff and forget. He did something for me recently that no man ever has done. He stood up for me. He defended me. He protected me. What he did isn't seen by others as noble or honorable. To me, what he did makes me proud. I understand the motive behind his actions. I was there to see the emtion. I was on the receiving end of the look he gave me. A look I don't know if I can describe. It conveyed love, emotion, and the need for him to be my protector.

I love him. More than words can express. No matter what happens, or what others think, I will stand by him.

184 Miles and 7,984,256 'Hey Pa pas' Later

Last Friday, August 4, I had the day off work. It was for our yearly company outing to Cedar Point. I didn't go to Cedar Point as Hubby had to work and Little Man really isn't in to amusement parks yet. I was totally ok with not going; as I got older I turned into a big wuss and am too afraid to ride rides now.

I saw this day as a perfect opportunity to spend quality time with Little Man. I had a dr appointment in the morning, but after that our day was clear. I was contemplating not taking him to the dr with me, as I was having my newly-lanced abscess examined and was afraid I would cry or shout expletives during the exam. Pa pa to the rescue! My dad called me and asked if he could hang out with Little Man while I was at the dr. Great! Wonderful solution for me, and Little Man was more than overjoyed at the prospect of doing "guy stuff" with Pa pa.

Pa pa picked Little Man up at 8:30 that morning. After ensuring the car seat got fastened in properly (their was no car seat law when I was little), Pa pa and Little Man were off. They were heading to breakfast then to Pa pa's work for a bit.

After my appointment, I spotted my dad's truck at this little bar/restaurant on my way home. I called his cell, and sure enough, he and Little Man were still eating breakfast. So I stopped by. Upon entering, my dad gives me this big grin and tells me that when his phone rang he looked at it then told Little Man, "It's your mom." To which Little Man replies, "Don't answer it." Ha ha ha (note the sarcasm). Dad informs me he has to make a trip to get forks for his skid loader and would like to take Little Man with him. Of course Little Man is jumping at the chance, so I say ok.

Well, many hours later, Pa pa brings him home. Now, my dad is a good dad and a great Pa pa. However, sometime between raising two daughters and now interacting with his grandson, he has forgotten what is and is not appropriate to teach an almost 4 year old boy.

Pa pa to Little Man: "Tell Mommy what we learned about girls."
Little Man: "Girls stink and we don't talk to them."
Pa pa to Little Man: (proudly) "And tell Mommy who's corn field is across the road from Pa pa's corn."
Little Man: (grinning wildly) "Stupid Republican"

After one day with Pa pa, it is now official. Pa pa will be the first name on the 'call list' for preschool.

Hmmmmm

So nothing exciting has happened to me lately. Nothing really worth blogging about. I did miss some work this week. I got this really nasty abscess on my leg and had to go have it lanced. That hurt like a b-word. I'm tellin ya, I cried like a big wuss. Believe me, that surgeon doctor guy was lucky he was leaving with his man parts still in tact; I was ready to give him a swift kick with my good leg. Today, I'm back to work and hobbling around a bit. I have to go back to the doctor tomorrow morning. I am giving him a heads up on the rules as soon as he walks in the door: You can look, but no touchy.

Since I just had the lancing done Tuesday afternoon, I stayed home yesterday. Little Man stayed home with me of course. He brought home his doctor's kit from Me Maw's house the day before. So he spent the majority of the day checking my vitals. Even tho he had to ask me where my heart was, he was a good doctor. Once he got tired of taking care of me, he decided to be an animal doctor. I asked Dr Little Man to take a look at my stuffed dog as it wasn't feeling well. Dr Little Man spent ample time giving my dog a once-over. He listened to its heart, looked in its ears, eyes, and mouth, and checked the reflexes in its tail. After the exam, I asked the Dr how my dog was. Dr Little Man cocked his head to the side, sighed, shook his head, and replied, "Not good. You better get anuder doggie."

Good thing I checked out fine. It would have been sad if we had to get a new mommy.