i know i know. i am working on it. i am sitting here sipping /devouring my morning coffee, and enjoying this sweet sunday morning, listening to t explain to benji that all the dolls need to be dressed up so that nobody sees the gynas....
and i realized that i am being selfish...
i am savoring all their deliciousness, and sometimes not so deliciousness, and i have been so stinking busy that i haven't posted any of it....
so for that i apologize, and i will try to get back at it.
tj started her second year of preschool, and i must say that she is largely unimpressed. i mean don't get me wrong, she does love school, but she is totally over the excitement. she doesn't understand why M gets a new teacher every year and she "stays the same," which is "kinda good, its just i really wanna have a kindergarten teacher." she is delving into the realm of ballet - which should be interesting, and i figure it's not a total waste, because she can always use the leotards for gymnastics if she decides she really doesn't like it...but all her little girlie friends are doing it...who knew there was peer pressure at 4.
M is doing well in first grade. He still doesn't eat his lunch(his notes say "EAT" now, instead of "have a great day- i love you-and blah, blah, blah,") and sometimes misses the bus, but overall, i think that we are getting in the swing of things. By college we should have it down pat. Last week when i went in to wake him for school, the conversation went like this...
me - "c'mon pal, you gotta get up - school today"
him "hmmmpht."
me-" really buddy, it's time."
him - "mom, yah know what?"
me - (sighing as i am sure this conversation is going south,) "yes myles?"
him - "waking up for school in the morning SUCKS."
me (picking my head up off the floor and trying to stuff the brain matter back in through my ears) "Okay buddy, we do not use that word, and mommy has work, and you neeeeeeed to get up. NOW."
him - "but daddy uses that word"
me - "but you are not a daddy."
him - "when i am a daddy can i use that word?" me -(not believeing that it is 6:30 IN THE MORNING and i have already begun talking about this with my 6 year old son, who i am sure now is keeping a list in his journal of good reasons to have a baby when he turns sixteen, hopefully his girlfriend won't be on board.) "LAST TIME - GET UP."
so, mornings ROCK here, and that is one of the reasons why i am on the fritz. life has been crazy....and everytime i sit down to take a breathe, things get even more chaotic....but i promise to try, and thanks to all of you who have been checking in and reminding me to get off my bum and post....
so with that, a few last things...
benji is swell. isn't he always though? the kid just rocks my whole entire world.
and bry is still cranking on the house, i will post new pics of that soon, problem with that is he is mostly roofing, and really a roof just doesn't look that exciting, but if you were swarmed with bugs and shit all summer, you would be damn psyched too. :)
we had a super fabulous visit with uncle ben, (above) and bry and he got to talk shop - which was neat, as ben is probably one of bry's biggest mentors, and it is always nice for the beans to get to catch up with some of the folks that they don't get to see often....
anyhow....hope you are all enjoying this fallishness, peace out,
*a
