Well, HELLO!

It feels like a really long time since I've had anything to write in this space. That hasn't changed. Nothing is new. Thanks for stopping by!

Alright. So, my kid is turning five in just five teeny, tiny, itsy, bitsy little days. What will I doooo? I have a party to plan. Haven't done anything about that. In recent years (all four of them) I had the party planned months weeks in advance, because I was JUST SO EXCITED! But this year? Nothing is ready. BECAUSE I DON'T WANT MY BABY TO BE A FIVE YEAR OLD!

I don't know what my problem is...I'm having a hard time with him being five. I'll get over it (let's hope) and the party will be loud and fun and chaotic, but I'm dragging my feet because not-so-secretly I'd like him to be four forever.

Tell Me He's Not Oscar-Worthy

My little preshus flipped out on me today in a skateboard shop (where I was trying to get my rotten 16 year brother a new pair of kicks). Good times. I leaned in close mid-wail and hissed out an order to get to the car. Once buckled back in I issued his punishment: 4 minutes in timeout. Now, I've got the world's longest fuse, but once I issue a punishment, there ain't no gettin' out of it. He was heartbroken, of course, that I would be mad at him about anything, and apologized all the way home. Well, apologizing and also rationalizing why, exactly, he didn't deserve a timeout to begin with.

My take on the situation is this: You flip out on me in public after numerous chances to straighten up your act and you get a timeout, and frankly, you've earned it.

His take on the situation: I yelled at him (hissed in his ear actually) which made him terribly sad and upset, and therefore I deserve the timeout for being a mean, mean mommy, and he deserved a bowl of vanilla ice cream for having had to put up with all my meanness.

In the end, I retracted the timeout because his apologies where heartfelt and numerous. Neither of us had to go to our rooms, but neither of us got any ice cream either.

Once we got back in the house he told me that he cried in the store because his heart controls him and his heart was sad that I yelled. And after that knife twisted in my heart, I fell to the ground dead.

KI-IDDD ROCK!

I just got back from THE BEST CONCERT EVER! Kid Rock at the MGM Grand at Foxwoods. Man, that dude puts on QUITE a SHOW! My throat is still sore from all the screaming. AND!? I don't want to brag...but I did TRIPLE my money at the penny slots...just sayin'.

Road Trip!

I'm leaving on a road trip in the morning for Connecticut. Going to a Kid Rock concert for Valentine's Day. When I talked to mom about it she thought I was taking Lucas with me...because it was a Kid Rock concert. Um, no. I panicked for a second because it sounded like she wasn't planning on having him spend the night, but everything was fine once I explained to her that Kid Rock was not a preschool rock band. Bless her heart.

It's five hour trip...not always super fun.

With the wildest friend I own...consistently super fun.

And it ends at a casino...ALWAYS super fun!

Happy Valentine's Day ladies! Smooches all around!

We're Baaaack

We just got back from NY this afternoon, where I conquered yet another Target and brought back bags full of goodies. Where else can you buy Converse Allstars for under five dollars? NOWHERE, I tell you...nowhere but Tar-jay. I'm positive that this store would lose it's appeal to me if only we had one in this state. But alas, we do not.

My dear, sweet, lovable son slept the entire 2 1/2 hours there, and then also the entire 2 1/2 hours back. This made my ride incredibly peaceful and relaxing...and also boring as dirt. This was the only thing I had to stare at for the long ride home:

The drive was quite the thrilling snoozefest. But we're back home, the bags are unpacked (sort of) and my pretty new bathroom is all put back together (kind of) and we're full of pasta and ice cream (for sure).

Also, I know this cute blonde boy who's turning five soon, and I'm wondering what to get him for his birthday...any suggestions? It's kind of a big deal...it needs to be something good. He says he wants a little robot...I was thinking more along the lines of a new bike...decisions, decisions.

So True

Just got home from watching He's Just Not That Into You. A packed theater filled mostly with women (of course) and a few fellas (perhaps on a first date?). Two hours worth of a sea of heads nodding in unison. Not as funny, maybe, as I thought it would be, but a really good movie with a phenomenal cast.

My Baby

My son is going to five soon (gulp!) but he still likes to pretend he's my preshush baby on occasion. Today in the tub, after pleading his case for why, exactly, he shouldn't have to wash his hair, but maybe instead just rinse it one time, he told me he needed his privacy. Because he is an almost-five-big-boy! I usually hang out in my room (three short feet from the bathroom) and fold clothes while he's in the tub.


He yells out play by plays of his "movie making", because he wants his privacy, yes, but also my undivided attention. All of his "movies" include multiple characters from Star Wars and are acted out with his wrinkled fingers skittering this way and that along the edge of the tub.


Finally ready to get out, he yells to me from the bathroom in a sweet, sugary voice, "Your little baby is getting out of the tub all by himseeelf! And I'm going to sneak up on you now so DON'T LOOK AT ME...AND BE SURPRISED!" He comes screeching in, all wet and dripping and bare to scream BOO! in my ear, and because I am a good mama I act all surprised and afraid, instead telling him to tone it down, dude. "Your baby got you, your baby got you!", he yells. He tackles me with hugs and smooches and asks me if he scared me, as if my Oscar-worthy panicked swooning a second ago wasn't enough.

I love this age. I want us to stay 32 and almost 5 together forever.

So, even though he's now old to warn me of an impending surprise attack; even when he officially heads off to school; even when he turns into a miserable sixteen year old and demands asks me for the car keys; he is still, and will always be, my baby.