Oops...I Forgot

Today was the day to sign our kids up for Summer Pre-School Camp. The camp is just 3 hours a day for four days. Not very long, but in the middle of the summer, we are going to need those 12 hours apart from each other. Well, of course I forgot and I also didn’t have my checkbook with me. The end result was a mad dash back home for the checkbook and then race back in time to snag the very last spot (no kidding).

Okay, so that worked out, but I’m frustrated with myself for being forgetful all the time. I use to be so organized. I would never leave the house without my checkbook, much less without a plan for the day.

Now, it seems like I forget everything. Yesterday I forgot to pack snacks for the mall. Thank goodness for Chick-fil-a. This morning I forgot to remind Luke to go to the bathroom and ended up cleaning pee from all over the bathroom floor. I know he can go to the bathroom by himself, but he’s four and anything is more interesting to him than taking the time to go to the bathroom.

I know I create more work for myself by not being organized, but I just can’t seem to pull it together. Maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be in a house with little guys. I look at them and I try not to beat myself up too much. I know as they grow, my organizational skills will come back. One day they will be able to pack their own snacks and not need to be reminded to go to the bathroom.

As for now, I can only console myself with the important things. I never forget to feed them. For the most part, they are clean, healthy and happy. I never forget to give hugs or pretend to be a dinosaur or polar bear. I never forget to make them feel loved and special. All in all, I guess I’m doing okay.

I’ll just have to think about that the next time I forget something…which will probably be in just a few short hours.

Luke

Luke is a sensitive kid.

When I pick him up from school, I always ask about his day. Yesterday, I knew another kid sent cupcakes to school, so when I asked him about the favorite part of his day, I was sure he would say cupcakes. Wrong. The favorite part of Luke's day was that his friend Owen didn't push him down. I've seen Luke and Owen play. I don't think Owen was trying to push him down as much as he was trying catch Luke and give him a hug.

Luke is fun and outgoing and friends with everyone in his pre-school class. I can't tell you how many mothers have come up to me and told me their daughter plans on marrying Luke someday. Most of the boys think Luke is their best friend.

Despite that, I forget how sensitive he is and how easily he gets his feelings hurt. If someone calls him a name or pushes him, Luke will dwell on it for weeks. It's also not uncommon for him to come home and tell me that he's not friends with someone anymore because they hurt his feelings.

He also needs lots and lots of hugs. Every morning, we spend at least 15 minutes snuggling. I have to admit, I don't mind snuggling. I know those days are limited and I'm trying to soak them up while they last. He also likes to give compliments, like telling me I'm beautiful or that Merk is a good daddy.

I often think about what kind of man he will become. Will his sensitive nature help him or hurt him? Will it make him a good father and husband? I hope so. I can't wait to see. Watching him grow up so far has been a privilege for me. I'm really enjoying this journey.


-Saying of the week-
Yesterday, Max and Luke were playing with play-doh, and I noticed Max had some play-doh in his mouth. I told him not to eat play-doh, only weird kids eat play-doh. Luke heard me and said, "Mom, Max is a little weird." I'm in so much trouble.

The Big Birthday

This is my first post on my new blog. I've been wanting to do this for a while, but it always seemed so intimidating.

This week I was looking at pictures from the boys' birthday party, and it is so hard for me to believe that four years has gone by since Luke was born. He was my baby, and now he's four and on the verge of so many big milestones in his life. So I'm going to start documenting them here, for me and for you, the people I love who live so very far away. I plan to update this page often, so check me out from time to time and see how we're doing.

As you can see, we had a great birthday party last weekend. We went to a gym and the kids went wild. Since Max's birthday is in a couple of weeks (March 31), we shared a party. I thought that was a great idea, until I had leftovers from TWO birthday cakes to bring home. We are just now coming off of the sugar high.

Luke and Max are both in pre-school two days a week. It gives me a break and I like to think they're learning something. Luke is really into superheroes now. He dresses up all the time and always asks me to call him by his superhero name. He also keeps asking me to get a Wonder Woman costume. Poor thing. He thinks that's actually a possibility. It's great to be four.

Max has already learned how to lie. If he falls down and I ask him what happened, he will say, "Luke pushed me," even if Luke is not at home. Poor Luke, he gets the blame for everything. Sometimes he deserves it, but often, Max just throws him under the bus.

Well that's it for my first post. Thanks for reading. Love you all.
Lea