This n That

Before I begin I will truthfully tell you that I wanted to title this post "thises and thats" (sp?) but because I didn't know the proper spelling of a made up word I decided against it. Lord knows I don't want total strangers judging me by my misspelled made up word titles.

Tel update: doing well in school, wants me to teach him how to read the kindergarten "sight words" (for all of you post kindergarten mommies you know what I'm talking about for the rest of you: it doesn't really matter he's 3 and wants to read), and let me in on a well known fact about Star Wars the other day. As I was spraying his hair with water to begin the comb down of the unruly thick curly blond hair he sports, he let me know "there are no combs on Star Wars". My reply "oh no? Then how does Anakin comb his hair?" "He doesn't and the only water on Star Wars isn't in bottles, it is caca water in a pond". He did not fight me on the hair combing that morning like he normally does, instead he was changing his battle tactics--civil discussion. Except I believe his strategy was to make me feel as though I was less than the occupants of Star Wars and recognize that if I wanted to measure up to their "coolness" I would have to fore go the comb and spray bottle of water. Hmmmm.... Now as he shows me a Mr Potato head dressed like a Clone Trooper but with the huge white Mr Potato Head teeth underneath the mask he lets me know that no it is not "silly" as I replied when he showed it to me, "it is awesome". I am finding that all of my taste must be in my mouth; according to a budding Einstein 3 year old.

Dax update: still top student in his class but just got over being suspended from the school bus. I am not an advocate of fighting, I am teaching my sons that the bigger man can walk away when they are in a tense situation, yet if you get punched hit back just so they know you cannot be walked on. There is a new boy (5th grader) in town who has been picking on (physically and verbally) every younger boy on the bus. When Dax brought home the paper that stated he was suspended for three days it also stated that I must go to the bus garage to view the security video. I did because deep down, even though he said that he did hit the other boy, I thought there must be a mistake. Dax is such a mild mannered child, one who has stuck up for other kids, verbally, one who comforts the sad and definitely not one to pummel a child. The video showed a group of 5 boys, one of them being Dax, sitting at the back of the bus. You could clearly hear the verbal assaults coming from 3 of the boys and muffled remarks coming from the new boy and honest to God Dax wasn't saying a word: just smiling and nodding. All of a sudden he flips his face toward the new boy and yells in this voice I have never heard before or after "Shut the eff up you shithead"; then he leaps diagonally across the aisle of the bus and repeatedly punches the new boy OVER AND OVER AND OVER, WIDE SWINGS, SOLID HITS until a friend literally gets underneath Dax and pushes him away. I did not know my son swears but am happy that he will not say "the bomb".....yet; eff is good enough for him right now. I don't know what the new boy said, I do know of the many things he has said and done to others which are not nice but nothing bad enough for me to consider physical harm a solution. I was so upset that the only thing that would come to mind when speaking to Dax was "you have become a thug". NIIIIICE!

Me update: going to spin tonight, haven't been for over a week because hubbie has been working every night it was scheduled. Scared to go, know it will hurt. ...think bikini...think bikini...think bikini...

Days Off

I was late to work today--no really late like I had students walk in right behind me. But today I didn't care to be on time in fact if I knew it would be easy I would've called in sick or maybe QUIT! Don't get me wrong, I love my job and I love my husband even more for putting up with me going back to school to get an entirely different degree and racking up thousands in student loans to follow my "dream" of teaching. But.... this morning I woke up well before anyone else (my boys are natural EARLY risers), ate breakfast in silence, and read a magazine while I drank a cup of coffee (I will explain the new me drinking coffee in a later blog). On my second cup Tel woke up and joined me in the kitchen and we just sat and randomly talked for a long time--too long, I was now running late. I picked him up and took him to wake up dad because I needed to get ready for work. I then started my makeup and here comes Tel. "Mom lets just go sit down and visit some more" That was it: I QUIT! I wanted to just sit with him until he bored of my conversation, I wanted to spend that time just the two of us. Dax was able to have that with me, he was first and I was going to school, not working-- a lot more at home time. I couldn't sit and visit with Tel anymore; I had to finish and get out the door in order to be in my classroom before students. Nothing has made me second guess working before and summer vacation reinforces my desire to do so. But my 3 year old baby boy, with his golden hair and big blue eyes, made me wish we could live comfortably on one salary. And when I get home he will probably be the pestering little shit he normally is: IQ of a 6 year old (argues points, backs them up with reason), ability to tease like a 9 year old (wants to do just what brother does), but whiny like the 3 years he is (not quite 9 and very sad is isn't because it isn't fair Dax does all this "cool" stuff).