Frayed Ends

Remember how awesome and chill and sunny our kids were?

How everyone commented on how FRIENDLY and FUN that they are?

The Robbie just goes with the flow... hangs with whatever you need?

And Annie follows all the spice with sweetness?

Ya'll?

We lied.

We are in the throes of oh-my-goodness-my-kid-is-being-a-total-ahole life right now. 

Clearly... hopefully... it is temporary.

I blame the weather?  The going on 3.5 weeks of being stuck inside?

I'm sure there are other things to blame.  The having of another child?  The inconsistency in the schedules?  The weekends that have been over planned.

We're in full on,  1-2-3, timeout, school acting out, bedtime hot mess time here.

So you, kind stranger, pulling my child off the stage at the music performance?  Again?  With the "natural performer" comment? 

It felt like a well meaning dagger.

And ye, wailing two year old, on hour three of protesting the sleep you desperately need?  I'm not coming in there.

I don't have blogging time because I'm, three hours into bedtime, still doing bedroom laps.

And for real.  Stop taking off your pull up. And pooping the floor.

Spring (or sanity, whichever comes first).  Where the heck are you?

Seriously.

The smiles.  They are lethal.

Don't trust them.

Taking on

I have four months worst of posts and thoughts and catching up to do.  Maybe my Lenten adventure needs to be to make 10 minutes a few times a week to write this blog.

To catch up on the months.

Where we've been and where we are.

And to discuss being pregnant after infertility.

Without treatments.

Because there we are.

I think I've been waiting for the reality of it to settle in... and the reality is that I'm not settled with it.

I'm used to not being able to get pregnant.

And here I am.  And I haven't processed it.  17 weeks later I haven't processed it.

I'm dwelling in the fears still-- about money, stress, working Momness, and just not knowing how we are going to do it.

And I'm in the guilt.  Still very much in the guilt.

So there I am. Pregnant.  Again.  Unexpectedly.

Gratefully.

But unexpectedly.

Help me process this one.  We've got until July.

Awesome weekend

We had a busy weekend.


Lots of kid time.  The highlight of the weekend was the time we spent with the Johnston's (Ed, Robin, Veronica and Maxwell (Max).


Max was baptized on Saturday and we had the honor of attending.  He was amazingly well behaved and snappily dressed in a white suit.  It was a beautiful service and once again Susann and I have been reminded how fortunate we are to be have such amazing friends.


We got have lunch on Sunday with Johnston's for some one on one time at, where else, La Loma and had a wonderful time.  Then went home for a nap.


The cherry on top for the weekend was a birthday party for one of R's best buddies Will.  Now birthday parties are always fun but this one was fairly unique in that it took place in a bar.  The kids had a great time and the parents had access to a bar - EVERYBODY WON.


 

Take your parents to school

R's school had take-your-parent to school night the other night which was fantastic. 

One of the tenets of Montessori (love it or not), is that the classroom is the children's space.  Parent, therefore, aren't encouraged to be in the classroom at any time.  It takes away from the kids' ownership.

Shawn has said how Montessori is one big old trusting process, and so far, we're buying it.

Seeing R put together a puzzle of Africa?  Buying it.

Hearing the four year old next to us talk through the countries on South America (seriously.  He knew them all).

Buying it.

Having him know the name of a rutabaga that I had to check out the answer sheet for?

Working.

And we finished it off with a jolly-old-kid-friendly song.

Happy kid.  Happy Mom.

The stories we don't tell you?

I seem to forget that grandmas and godfathers who live too far away love the "stories we don't tell you".

Robbie delivered twice this week.

First, when I picked him up on Monday the admin was cracking up.  They said "just go find Robbie. You'll understand".

You see.  When you have an accident at school its so very Montessori to take care of it yourself and get redressed with some of your backup clothes.

To Robbie that meant:  Two shirts as shirts.  And one shirt as pants.

He held his "pants" up all day.

And then Wednesday I get the dreaded call from school at 10, thinking "UGH, I CANNOT TAKE A SICK DAY WITH A KID TODAY."

Nope.

It turns out Robbie drank the fruit fly bug trap.

The one filled with fruitflies and vinegar.

Don't worry, poison control was called.  Nothing toxic.

Just an embarrassed hilarious kid.

Oh to be three.