Scattered catch-up

Yesterday Davyn solemnly told me that I need to find an old Chinese man who can teach me to make wontons.  Making me realize I really need to start blogging again.  With that line to remember.   

Not to mention the first day of school, which has come and gone for Aidan. And I have to chide my friends with older children for not warning me about how literally loooooong all-day school is. I broke down by the end of the first week, wondering when I'd ever get to spend real time with my child again. Once they get home, do homework, play a bit, finish dinner...it's bedtime. Then it's suddenly the next morning and I'm rushing him off to further education. Again. While he tells me that he misses his room and *stuff*. And frets over when he'll get to spend time with the baby.

Who makes me more & more aware of her presence daily. Being a long-bodied woman, I've never had to fight the battle of a baby pushing up into my ribs. Such cooperative boys I grew. This girl child, however, despite the spaciousness below, insists on climbing up to hamper my breathing. And it's squishy. And it really lends me empathy for all of you short people who have ever carried babies. With no place but ribs to reside.

But, back to school...I do love the afternoon "how was your day?" conversations. On the first day, Aidan came home with this sole complaint: "Wearing shoes and socks all day is hot. I just want to take off all my clothes in class." I'm sure you can imagine his first action upon returning home. And the string of clothing trailing up the stairs. Then, the other day he cracked me up with this one. I guess he and some of the boys in his class play basketball, soccer, or football at recess daily (this child is so his father's son). So, one day he said (to be read with 6-year-old boy animation, please), "Then I made a sweet move while we were playing football, so Matthew M. told me to do it again in slow motion. We did the whole play over again in slow motion so we could remember it" (I repeat - so his father's son).

But, back to this baby. I'm kind of counting down at this point. 56 days. Which is less than two months. Which is good because the sleepless nights portion of pregnancy hit last week.

When Davyn solemnly informed me that my stomach simply can't get any larger.  Which was far better than Aidan's pregnant mom observation and query:  "as your belly grows, your brain shrinks" and "why does your bottom grow bigger if the baby is in your tummy?" 

Why indeed. 

at "meet the teacher", who happens to be his same teacher from last year, who we happen to love

1st day of school, happily allowing a little brother who really wanted to be part of the picture (did I mention that Davyn broke down for an entire afternoon when he finally realized he wouldn't be going to Kinder this year?)

Comments

[Neighbor Jane Payne]

Oh ho, how funny . . . why indeed does our bottom get bigger. It reminds me of that saying that went around craft fairs a few years ago. "Age is a funny thing, Santa quits, the Easter Bunny quits and lo and behold the big butt fairy finds you."

Maybe your little girl is just trying to stay as close to your heart as she can.

[Mandy]

Jane always knows what to say, doesn't she? The "big butt fairy" cracks me up.

I loved reading your sentiments on your cute six-year-old. Your thoughts always hit me right in the heart. I have missed your posts.

[Tiffany]

It's so great to have you back! Less than two months left...wow. :) So exciting.

I've figured out that the one good thing about the kids being gone so long to school (9 hours a day for my kids) is they don't have much time to mess up their rooms. Small consolation I'm sure. It is a long time. I know I'm going to miss mine (especially my big helpers).

[Marie]

The Big Butt Fairy is perhaps the funniest thing I've ever heard of. Thank-you, Jane.

I was so happy to see that you have a new post. I've been waiting and waiting. Unless you can't tell by the time stamp on the post, I am also in the no-sleep phase of pregnancy. I have decided that this is actually a blessing, because it gets you ready for the baby's night feedings. Right? Until then, it is a great chance to blog!

[michelle]

I'm dying over the play repeated in slow-motion! Hilarious. I sure would like to know why our bottoms grow bigger when the baby is in our tummy -- and in my case, it hasn't shrunk either. Hooray for less than 2 months left!

[Jill S.]

I'm glad the kids' quotables spurred you to blog again, they are full of hilarious insights.

Wearing socks and shoes all day IS TOO HOT! I can't do it, and think it would be torturous to wear them all day at school. Is he allowed to wear flip flops or would that limit his sweet moves at recess?

I really think we need to see a shot of your pregnant self, I can't believe you're down to 56 days!

[Lucy]

Yay! An update. Haven't your boys always preferred to be in skivvies over clothes? I bet the school rules of not stripping down are torture!

56 days.....that's going to fly by. Please write before then:)

[Kelly]

So, how's the search for the Chinese man?

Your boys say the funniest things. I'm so sorry Aidan is so toasty during the day. Who can blame him for the homecoming strip? I love the last picture with him and D. Such great brothers.

I'm not happy about the Big Butt Fairy.

[April]

Your comments about being a long-bodied woman brought back all kinds of preganancy memories for me...as you know, I am not a long-bodied woman and I could barely breathe by the end. My ribs were always killing. Driving was always especially hard. I would be huffing and puffing and crying by the time I drove to my mom's house, 15 minutes away.

I am very excited to make her acquaintance...

[Katie A.]

I was just noting the feet pressed into my ribs when I read that part of your blog. Funny. Aiden's pregnancy observations made me laugh! Kids don't come with a sensor chip, huh? I bet they can't wait for their sister to show up.