With Honors

Aren't these caps and gowns cute?

The Boy with his teacher Ms. Ashley

The Boy graduated from Pre-K last Friday. He was very excited. He received an award (all the kids got some kind of award) for outstanding reading skills. He was so proud. So were we. We are waiting on Harvard to call.

Meet Fineas

We have a new member of the family. Meet Fineas, The Boy's new Beta fish. He is blue. We had some spare time yesterday before meeting The Husband for dinner and stopped at a local pet store. Thank goodness they didn't have any puppies at the store. They did have kittens. The girl proclaimed as soon as she saw one of the little gray tabby cats, "That is my kitty." Too bad The Husband is allergic.
The Boy is very excited about a pet that just sits there. Last night, we had this conversation.

The Boy: I think Fineas is cold.
Momma: He isn't cold, fish don't really get cold.
The Boy: Well, my feet are cold right now, what if he gets cold.
Momma: As long as his water stays at room temperature, he will be fine. He won't get too hot or too cold.
The Boy: That's good, it would be really hard to put a blanket on him

Taking the Plunge

I am making a switch, one that I am very nervous about. This working momma is getting ready to become a stay at home momma in about 10 days. This is a decision I have been wrestling with for about 6 months. When The Husband landed his new job in December, we were finally in a place where my working wasn’t a necessity. We took a minute to thank God for our blessings and then began discussions about what this might mean for our family.

I have not, by choice, been unemployed since I turned 16 years old. I have ALWAYS had to work and most of the time, have WANTED to work. I worked in high school so I could pay for my co-curricular activities and clothes for school. I worked in college to pay for groceries and housing, every day necessities. I worked during Grad School to pay for my wedding and life. I worked while The Husband was attending Law School, remaining the sole means of income for three years. I have worked and loved being an independent, well educated, hardworking woman.

When our children entered the picture five years ago, I did question my employment initially, but never too seriously because I needed to work. I can honestly say that I never thought I would ever want to be a full-time, stay at home mom. I wanted to show my children that a woman can do both and do both well. I think I have done both well, but when things started to get less than fun in my job, I started taking a harder look a why I was working. The benefits of working for me at this point were just a few extra hundred dollars in the bank a month. SO NOT WORTH IT!

The Boy is extremely excited about the change. He cannot wait and has already planned out the entire summer. We are booked until he starts kindergarten (we still don’t know where, yikes!) in August. Yesterday, I had a minor panic moment about staying home. I really thought I would never be able to do this or have the opportunity to, and yet here it is before me. My emotions are mixed. For my sanity, I couldn’t stay working where I was and I know my kiddos are going to benefit immensely from me being home, but what if I lose myself in the process of taking care of them.

I am sure there is more to come when the transition actually begins. Until then, I need a new title for the Blog.

She's a Wild One, He's a Thinker

The Girl bouncing on a balloon.

People say that once you have two children, you realize how different they will be. It couldn't be more true for my two kiddos. The Boy is laid back, usually quite, enjoys one on one time, has only thrown two tantrums in his life and often times doesn't understand why The Girl has to be so loud. The Girl is rambunctious, she likes to make her presence known, enjoys being the center of the universe and throws at least one tantrum a day. Polar opposites.

The great thing is the love they have for each other. They may be completely different, but they are inseparable. They are concerned about each other. The Boy is the first thing The Girl asks about when she wakes up. If The Girl starts fussy, The Boy is the first one to comfort her. It is so sweet.

Surprise

The Husband has been scouring Craig's List for months hoping to find a piano for The Boy. The Boy has been taking piano lessons for a year, still loves it, so we decided to try to find him a way to practice that didn't involve a keyboard propped up on a table from Pottery Barn Kids.

The scouring finally paid off. The Husband found an almost new piano for FREE! We surprised The Boy with it this weekend and every free moment is spent playing and making up his own songs. LOVE IT!

Is it wrong for me to hope that The Boy and The Girl will one day play and sing duets????

Deep Thoughts

Every so often, I turn to look at The Boy and he is in serious deep thought. Last night was one of those nights. The kids and I were having dinner and The Boy was quieter than usual.

Momma: Whatcha thinking about?
The Boy: Did you know that one day, my great Grandma and Grandpa will be in Heaven?
Momma: Why do you think that?
The Boy: They will die one day, right?
Momma: Yes, buddy, everyone dies one day, when God decides it's time.
The Boy: They will like it in Heaven because God and Jesus are there. Well, God is everywhere, but he lives in Heaven.
Momma: That's true.
I decided to keep the conversation going because I don't want my kids to be fearful of death, boy am I glad I did.
Momma: Heaven will be a nice place.
The Boy: Why?
Momma: Because, you never get sad or hungry and you never feel pain.
The Boy: That's because God has lots of Neosporin and Band-Aids. Plus, if you fall down, you won't get hurt because you will fall on all the clouds.

Oh, the thoughts of children. Gotta love that childlike faith.

Bring It

The Husband and I have decided to punish ourselves...we started the infamous P90X series this weekend. I don't think I have ever hurt so much in my life. Not even after I did the Avon Breast Cancer 60 miles walk in hot, hot Dallas. We are two days in and are both as sore as can be. I told The Husband that I will be very disappointed if we don't see results.

The kiddos have loved watching our antics. They have taken part in some of the exercise.

It is sad when your 5 year old can do more dive bomber pushups than you can.