I've had so much going on in my head (as crazy as that makes me sound) I have been unable to put it down into words. Every time I would sit at the computer to blog, I would become intimidated, and leave before having to face my blank computer screen. I will try to put some of it down on "paper" so that I can have a fresh mind tomorrow. Tomorrow is a VERY big day, and I have to be at my best....and I want to be able to blog about it tomorrow, and I know I won't be able to if I haven't "unloaded" what's already in there.
(Please excuse the mess....it's way past my bed time, and as I have previously stated, my head's a bit convoluted right now.)
Let's start with the boys' doctors appointments. Nick and Ethan had their Well-Child check-ups last Tuesday. This was the first time at a new doctor, and let me just say....I didn't really like her much. My husband liked her even less. I felt like she thought we were brand new parents who needed her advice on how best to raise our kids. She told us we should dress our kids differently, and told us that we should change Ethan's sleeping habits. There were lots of little comments here and there throughout the examinations that just irritated me. I would just smile and say, 'uh-huh.' Don't get me wrong; she was very nice, and if she told me something that I needed to do for the health of my children, that would be different. But most of what she had to say is more personal preference type things, if you know what I mean.
The important thing is that both the children are growing healthy and strong, and right on track for where they should be. Nick was 36 inches tall, and 31 pounds. Ethan was measured at 30.5 inches and 21.4 pounds. They are both happy children, except when the get shots. Without their records from the previous doctor, they may not have gotten all the shots that they needed, so we will have to check back with them later. I hope they don't need anymore. It is enough of a headache once.
After the doctors appt, we stopped by Joey's new school to drop off the rest of the enrollment papers. Then on Thursday, the school had an open house. So I took the three boys, all by myself, to see where Joey would be going to school, his classroom, and to meet his teacher. Then the PTO put on an ice cream social. I tried my hardest to skip that part....but with three kids, you've got to know that at LEAST one of them will spot (or smell) the ice cream and start a chorus with the rest of "please, please, please." So, with only one extra hand (as I had to push the stroller with one) I tried to get enough dishes of ice cream and keep the two not in a stroller from running all over creation. Needless to say, I was anxious to get back home.
Saturday, my husband turned 31. Yes, he is firmly ensconced in his thirties now. I'd call him an old man, but I'm not to far behind. Just under three months, to be exact. So I have to be careful how much I tease him about his age. We went out to dinner, but the rest of the day was his to do what he wanted. He relaxed by playing WOW most all day.
During nap time on Saturday, I took Joey school clothes shopping for the first time. I know that at this age it is pretty easy; I can get away with picking the clothes that I like. But it gave me shivers, shopping with Joey, to think of all the years to come, and how few of them I might get my way.
On Monday, the three boys and I went back to the school for a one-on-one meeting with the teacher. Joey will be in Miss Bellamy's PM Kindergarten class. It was a very short meeting, basically going over the paperwork she wanted to give the parents, and all the extra papers we have to sign. I like Miss Bellamy. She seems to really enjoy the Kindergarten age, and her eyes sparkle when she talks to the kids. I think Joey will have a lot of fun. I know he's excited.
And now....THE BIG ONE. Tomorrow. What a cornucopia of feelings I have about tomorrow. Joey's first day of Kindergarten. I can hardly breathe right now, thinking about it. For the most part, I am way so excited for him. He is going to have a blast. He will finally be able to spend an extended amount of time with kids his own age. He will be learning so many exciting things. And I can't wait to hear about it when he gets home.
But....this is my baby. What if he's not included by the other kids? What if he's laughed at for talking about his "little son Sam"? What if throws a tantrum because he doesn't get to do what he wants? What if he comes home crying? I won't be there to hold him if he gets hurt, or scared, or lonely. He probably won't be any of those things, but I hurt just over the thought.
And I can tell its bed time, because I'm getting weepy over my keyboard, imagining all sorts of horrible things. That's what happens in the middle of the night when I'm supposed to be sleeping. My mind won't shut up! So, I'm going to go now. I want to be as fresh as I can be, because tomorrow will be hard enough.
I have some great pictures I'll have to post later. And of course, I'll have "Joey's first day of school" pictures tomorrow. I'll be back tomorrow. Good night.
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