Back online

Hello everyone and happy spring. I don't know about you, but the last month went WAY faster for me than it should have. I didn't touch my website (bummer), didn't write a thing. Instead, I entered the "he's 3.5, now you drive him to events" part of motherhood. Yikes. I'm not the most social person in the world, but we're socializing. It's lovely. Nice people, food together. Fun things to do. The only problem is that I feel almost compelled to retire to my room and put on a chilled eye pad after every event. In my twenties, I might have done the narcissistic wanna-be writer thing and privately obsessed on what might be the matter with me. Now I know. Golly gee. Having six children, age 4 and below, over for dinner is just ... not .... relaxing. No matter how many parents you have! I once read that there are two types of people: those who need to be with people in order to be alone, and those who need to be alone in order to be with people. In our household, the adults definitely fall into the latter category. My sister in law, on the other hand, falls into the former category, and we've spent many a cozy evening, having "wow, you really ARE a martian" discussions with one another. Another reason why I haven't been posting or writing much is the damn garden. There, I did it. I swore about my garden. Too bad. The latest thing is the approximately eighty nasturtiums that are starting to grow in my brand new walkway. I knew that I should have cleaned up those seeds. Darn. I also seem to have very little time to sit and write. When I do have time, it goes to paying bills first, then to making telephone calls, and so forth, and ... well, I think I'll go and take a walk now instead of writing this, since I have to exercise. OK. What's the kid doing? He's growing by leaps and bounds. His 3T pants are now too short. He just grew out of his 9 and 9.5 shoes into his 10's. And he's just learned to lie! Also this week, he's been talking about killing things (sigh), but not in a particularly bad way. Because he's on a limited diet of media, and because mommy watches him, mostly all he knows about killing has to do with plants and the gopher the cat found the other day! But he seems to like to say "I'll kill it." (He was saying it to the babysitter the other day, talking about bugs, as it turns out, but mommy stepped in and put he kabosh on it anyway.) But that's just the distressing stuff (and not all that distressing.) Oh yes. Last week, he and his friend from school (who shall remain unnamed) went off behind the building to go pee and had just the best time pulling their malenesses out, giggling, and seeing who could pee first. Then, later on that day, another playmate (a girl) decided that he was prime marriage material so they spent the rest of the time holding hands, kissing, declaring that they were getting married, and trying to pick flowers for the wedding because, as my son earnestly told me "we don't have flowers for our wedding." Whew. One of those "developmental jump" playdates. Up until then, my son had really never spent much time playing with, um, certain items. I must say that the juxtaposition of that and the marriage made me a bit worried, but I didn't comment, remembered to breathe (joking), and figured hey, he's a boy, sex will pall when the next cool bicycle comes by! Besides, while he was sashaying around holding hands, the other boys were grubbing in the dirt, covering one another with dust, so I figure I got out of it easily! Simon is learning how to share a bit better now. It's pretty fun to watch him meet other children now. He'll run up and actually "use his words" instead of the alternate "grab their toy" technique. It seems to work like a charm! Of course he's a bit limited in topic and scope of conversation, but hey. Lately, he's been walking up and declaring that he's FIVE. (he's 3.5) Other children have been known to get very contentious about this, but the fact is that Simon has never learned to display three or even four on his fingers and can only manage five, so that's what he wants to be!