hello, friday.

whew. 

i can't believe how incredibly FAST this week went.

two nugget's birthdays this week. the beautiful girl in between c. and b. turned SIX this week. cannot believe it. i remember holding her in the hospital. she is gorgeous. sporty. oh so kind to my kids. we love her. 

and then b. he turns FIVE on sunday. FIVE. and kindergarten roundup is next friday. WHAAAT? ever since he was born i've been waiting for the day for him to go to kindergarten. i struggled a bit with postpartum after i had him and the adjustment was hard. i remember sitting there counting down the {long} years until i'd be able to "be myself" again. my perspective was totally skewed, of course, but i have never dreaded the kindergarten years. partly because i think he can't wait to go, partly because i know he's ready. and i'm ready too. i think.

but let me tell y'all. when i saw that notice on the elementary school marquee, i all of a sudden became a blubbering idiot. i was in the car by myself and i called j. to tell him about how ridiculous it was that i all of a sudden am crying about this. he may or may not have gotten choked up too, i'll never tell you.

why is it that going to kindergarten brings out all sorts of emotions. when people tell me, "it goes by so fast!" i think, no it doesn't. i still don't think it's gone by fast - but how in the world is he old enough to go to school? and i think the part about us not necessarily knowing that we're going to be going to this elementary school {which is superior, by the way!} bothers me to no end.

i moved around a lot when i was little. i went to two elementary schools, two middle schools and then moved again before my freshman year in high school. and although i think it turned out okay and i have never thought i carry emotional "scars" from it, i also hate thinking about b. changing schools and starting over with making friends. it's me, not him. 

so.... as we approach five this weekend, i'm going to have to find a way to get him to understand we will not be attending kindergarten starting monday. we will not be riding a bus {probably never more than field trips, poor guy}. and i will be holding onto him a little tighter the next few months.

that's totally normal, right? 

happy weekend, y'all. 

tee ball.

somewhere over the past month, my baby boy has become old enough to dress in a baseball uniform and play in a real game.

so precious.

on the way to the first game, he said "mommy... do you think i can be just like david murphy??"

'yes, baby.'

the first game was chaotic. no one really knew what they were doing. we had batters running after their own ball. we had people going from 3rd to 1st. we even had kiddos from our team hanging out in the other team's dugout. 

but four games in, we already have radical improvement. i like to think it's because we have an awesome coach. {see photo below}. 

trying to explain to a four year old that yes, you're supposed to hustle to the ball, but if you aren't the first to get there, please {oh please} do not fight over it... is tough. i had never thought about it before, but baseball is a bit complex - especially for a little boy's mind. 

some games they're ready to go to the playground after the first hit. some games they focus really well. and yet others, they all look like they've never been out there before. nonetheless, they're learning.

and i'm learning how not to be competitive. it's tee ball, for gosh sakes.  sometimes i have to take a deep breath when b. is paying more attention to waving to the stands than keeping his eye on the ball. he's FOUR! :)

scooter time.

santa brought b. a radio flyer scooter for christmas. it's funny because when we first asked him what he wanted for christmas he said almost immediately, "a scooter!"

apparently they have them at school? and then his sweet friend got one for his birthday and b always played with it at his house. 

so we knew. 

he's precious on it. so serious. so 'fast'. so 'saved'. {a.k.a. 'safe' for those of you who don't speak little-speak.}

it was beautiful last week. beautiful. so during c's afternoon nap, i took b out front to ride his scooter up & down the sidewalk. 

he loved it. 

happy wednesday.

y'all.

i am about to lose my mind.

with a DEFIANT three year old.

what happens on really bad days at your house?

i struggle to stay patient.

i struggle to stay calm.

i struggle to not call the hubbs every hour or so to update him on what HIS child is doing.

do you struggle?

today was a bad day. so i made a trip to sonic. with both kids. for MYSELF. yes.

and i don't even LOVE cherry limeade. i just felt like i needed it. you feel me?

i can't believe that christmas is coming up on us so fast.

i plan on finishing my christmas shopping tomorrow. i have to. for my sanity.

i WILL be done. i WILL. i WILL.

will you?

i've got my dinner crocking in the crock pot. and it smells great.

and every time i take a deep breath {which has been a TON today} i remember i'm ahead of the game today.

i tell you what, the crock pot is a saving grace, ain't it???