Fingers Crossed

All the spaztic movement in utero means this baby is going to be totally calm and content because he got it all out before he was born, right?  RIGHT?!

Win!

Last Friday, Alex was watching some videos on our Tab.  I let him watch a couple and then told him it was time to turn it off and do something that didn't involve staring into a screen.  He surprisingly did not agree it was time to turn it off and told me the next one would the be the absolute for sure last one.  Riiiiight.  So I told him he had a choice:  he could either listen to me and turn the Tab off and be able to watch a video later, or he could watch the absolute for sure last one and not be allowed to watch videos for a week.  After zero seconds of deliberation, he decided to go for it and watch the absolute for sure last one.

He has only asked to watch videos a couple of times this week and has not thrown a fit when I remind him of the choice he made.  Last night, a friend was over and the subject of videos on the Tab came up and I reminded Alex he couldn't watch until Friday.  Through a "not sure if I want to know" expression, my friend asked why he wasn't allowed access to the sacred Tab.  I explained the choice he made, and she and Alex had the following conversation:

Her:  So you can't watch it at all huh?
Him:  No.
Her:  Do you think you made the right decision?
Him:  Not really.
Her:  You think you'll make that decision again?
Him:  Ummm...no, probably not.

MOM FOR THE WIN!  I think in the parenting world, we're supposed to call this a "learning moment" or something.  Whatever, I didn't get in an argument with him.  I didn't let the situation get to a point of frustration for either of us.  And I let him make a decision knowing the consequences.  I knocked that shit outta the park.

Call It Like I Feel It

Why don't they just name stuff what it really is?  Why call it sciatica when you should clearly be calling it, Sharp Stabbing in the Butt Cheek Pain That Will Buckle Your Knees?

I'm ready for June.

I will never learn

When will I learn to just enjoy a good thing instead of verbalizing that I am enjoying it?  'Cause the moment I say it out loud, POOF!, it's gone.  I'm feeling nauseated again and am clearly handling it well.

Not What He Wanted

This morning Alex was sleepy and didn't feel like going to day care or school or any where other than home apparently.  He whined that he was still tired, so I told him we would fix that by an extra early bedtime tonight.  Not the response he wanted.

So then he told me his throat was dry and he couldn't swallow.  So I offered him some juice.  Not the response he wanted.

Then he told me his tummy hurt and he didn't feel good so he had to stay home.  That is when I reminded him of our deal that he had to go to day care until at least after breakfast.  If he still didn't feel good after breakfast, he could call me and I would come get him.  And with a tone of "ugh, this freaking idiot," he argued with me telling me that it would be the teachers that would call me, not him.  And I quickly told him if he was well enough to argue with me, he was well enough to go to school.  Get your ass in the car.

If this kid could stop playing rugby with my stomach, it would be much appreciated.  Am I glowing yet?

Getting Back to Nature

I caught a little chill on the way to day care this morning because Alex needed his window all the way down to be able to point out every tree and bush and plant that was going to get new leaves in the spring.  "That one will get new leaves, and that one, and that one, and that one, that plant will get new leaves too Mom, and that tree and that one, and that one..."  Yeah, apparently they talked about the seasons at 4K yesterday.