sigh

Emma is moving up a couple of month early into the 4′s class. She’s excited as can be but we are having issues with separation anxiety. Dropping her off is pure torture… As soon as I close the door she’s playing and having a good time, so I think I’m getting played.
I just don’t like hearing “I don’t want you to go to work, I want to stay home with you”. It just makes me feel horrible. Yet every morning she’s excited to go to school and on the weekends she begs us to take her. Its just the initial drop off…
It doesn’t help that she’s stinkin cute… Well, here we go. Wish us a painfree drop off.

WOW

So how about this eclipse?
I was laying in bed just staring, but thought I’d say wow….

rational?

“My DUI’s and drug charges have no bearing on my ability to parent”

Except the fact that
A. you can’t drive,
B. you’ve been evicted from your house and are living in a tent and
C its a little hard to be a parent while serving 6 months…

Rational
–adjective

1.	agreeable to reason; reasonable; sensible: a rational plan for economic development.

2.	having or exercising reason, sound judgment, or good sense: a calm and rational negotiator.

3.	being in or characterized by full possession of one’s reason; sane; lucid: The patient appeared perfectly rational.

4.	endowed with the faculty of reason: rational beings.

5.	of, pertaining to, or constituting reasoning powers: the rational faculty.

6.	proceeding or derived from reason or based on reasoning: a rational explanation.

I heart babies.

I just saw the cutest tiny baby boy.
I had to resist the urge to eat him.
I want another baby so bad my uterus hurts.
This is getting to be a daily thing for me.
I wonder if other women’s uterus’s hurt…
And I have to stop thinking about it, because if I think about it too long, then I start to feel like I need to breastfeed, and the whole let-down sensation is weird enough when you are breastfeeding, let alone after you’ve been dry for a couple of years.
Gah! STOP, body! Its not like you are out of time, and you were lucky to have one!

One of the reasons…

Everyone has those unrelenting fears that make them want to run screaming to hide in the closet.
Mine? Tornadoes and aliens.
Brian’s? Ticks.
At the beginning of the summer during the inevitable discussion of all the camping trips we were going to take and where we wanted to go we started talking about these little fears. And it came out that one of the things that Brian wants to see this summer is a UFO. Who in their right mind wants to see little blue men? His dad and his uncle have both seen them and he wants to join the club. (My dad has seen them too, but I can’t believe a thing he says.)
And I’ll tell you this reason we make such a good pair. I said that wanting to see aliens was like wanting to see ticks and let them crawl on you and he shuddered and asked me to protect him. And all I could say was: “You handle the anal probes, and I’ll handle the ticks.” We both feel we are getting the better end of the bargain this way.
But here’s the funny thing; I think I’m more likely to panic at the sight of a tick than he is. I happen to think he’d protect me from both, no matter what.