Good morning to you too Buster!

This morning Alex was running around naked as he is wont to do.  On one pass, I managed to get a small pinch in before he scampered away.  As he ran away, I said, "A pinch for my favorite little butt!"  He spun on his heel, came running back at me, spanked my butt and said, "A spank for my favorite big butt!"

Now, I know I set myself up for that, but damn.

Mental Prep

I broke the news to Alex that he won't be going to school until we move.  We made the decision to not start him in one school only to move him to a different school whenever we can find someone to buy our house.  I really do believe this is the right choice, but this kid has been talking about riding the bus since July, so I'm more than a little concerned he is going to lose his mind when the bus comes, picks up some kids, and he can't get on it.  So I told him yesterday that next week, the bus is going to come to day care, but it's not going to be able to pick him up yet.  That he won't be able to get on the bus until we move.  He took it well and seemed to understand what I was talking about.  My guess is this will not bet the same reaction on Tuesday.

As soon as that conversation was over, he started asking me about moving.  Why are we moving?  When are we moving?  Who lives the house we are moving to?  Are they going to stay there?  I answered his questions, and all of the follow-ups. and we went on with our evening.  A couple of hours later, he started asking me if we were bringing different things with us when we moved.  His cars?  His dune racer?  The refrigerator?

I started his bath for him after dinner and he came in the bathroom and told me he doesn't want to move anymore.  Why?  Because he won't be able to take a bath at the new house since we aren't taking the bathtub with us.  I got to make that kid's night when I promised the new house will have a bathtub.  He was slightly disappointed when I told him no, it wouldn't be a bigger one that he could swim in, but I think he's still pretty pumped that he'll be keeping the option to bathe.

Magically Scientific

So, I maybe a couple times sarcastically answered one or two of Alex's questions that I didn't know the answer to with a sing-song "Maaaagic!"  I've also employed that little gem when I can't figure out how to explain a difficult concept.  It's all fun and games until the little one catches on and uses it on you.
Me:  Alex, how did this water get all over the floor?
Alex: ~Maaaaagic?~
You guys, I am totally screwed.  He's learning too much, too fast.

Yesterday there was a moment where I totally could have used the ol' Maaaagic response, but I decided to try to be a good mom and not impede his learning.  We started moving forward after a stop light turned green and from the back seat he asked me, "Mom, why do you move backward when the car starts moving forward?"  It took me a hot minute to understand what he was asking, but once I figured it out, I then had to figure out how to explain physics to a 4 year old.

Magic?  Not this time.  This time?  SCIENCE!  Boom.

Be still!

I just wanted one, just one cute picture of him with his fuzzy hair back-lit by the afternoon sun.  I asked him to stand still for a second and say "Pickles!"  Every single time he said it, he jumped. And then laughed and laughed and laughed.

Picky.

Every night, Alex gets chocolate milk at bedtime.  But since chocolate milk is crazy expensive and high in sugar and stuff, we just put sugar free chocolate syrup in regular milk, do a little shake it up dance, and call it a day.

Last night, Alex was at the grocery store with me and spotted the gallons of chocolate milk that he knows and loves from his uncle's house.  You would have thought this kid won the lottery.  He came running to me lugging a gallon of the good stuff telling me how awesome it was that "our store has this now!"  I tried to explain that we didn't need that because we had chocolate syrup at home to make our own but the sad look of defeat in his eyes made me cave.  I only gave in to a half gallon though!  Ha!

Normally, when asked if he wants milk or water with dinner, he replies, "Juice!"  Not last night though.  I didn't even have to ask him.  I was getting plates ready and he was frantically trying to get the safety seal off the chocolate milk.  He drank a huge glass of it during dinner and then was more than ready for another upon bedtime.  He also woke up twice last night telling me he was thirsty for chocolate milk..."but the good kind; not the kind we normally have."  The second time I told him he was having water if he was so thirsty.  Yeah, that went over well.  And, shockingly, he woke up a third time because he had to pee so badly.  Weird.

I'm tired.  Who wants chocolate milk?

Time Flies

Alex:  Hey Mom?  How many minutes until we leave?
Me:  About 10 minutes.
Alex:  Oh.  That's a really long time because 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10.  No, wait.  ZERO, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10.  That's a really long time because of that, right Mom?

Summer Lovin'

I really am not looking forward to summer being over.  I don't mind fall weather, but it just means winter is coming.  Barf.  And, even though I haven't been in any type of school for 12 years, I still get that pit in my stomach as soon as Back To School stuff starts popping up.  I get that pit and I have the typical horrible dreams where I can't get into my locker and I don't remember where any of classes are and I haven't gone to a single class all semester and now it's time for finals and I fail at everything.  Yay for senseless anxiety!  Wheeeee!

Back to my point, I'm not ready for summer to be done.  But what I am ready for is for every single little long legged, buzzing, biting, asshole mosquito to die a slow cold death.  This morning just took the cake.  I had juuuuust finished scratching yet another bite and I saw one of those pets of Satan flying around my bathroom.  It landed on the wall and I was quick to smack it.  And in the process, I caught the edge of one of the plaster swoops on the wall with the side of my delicate little pinky finger.  And the stupid mosquito squirted blood all over the wall.

I realize complaining about an injury on your pinky is ridiculous, but you try typing with a finger injury!  Stupid bugs.