More boots...

Last spring, I bought Nate a pair of cowboy boots that were on sale. He LOVED those things! Wore them all the time. With everything! Finally, this summer, they just got too small to wear. He refuses to give them up though, so they sit in his closet. I found another pair of used boots and picked them up today. I showed them to him when we got home this afternoon and he has yet to take them off (3.5 hours later). I cannot believe how much this kid loves his cowboy boots! I love it. He looks absolutely adorable in them!

Ah, a mini-crisis in the morning...

My morning started with a conversation with Lex about what he wanted for his snack and his lunch today. He then asked, "Can you pack me something good and not that healthy stuff you've been giving me?" All I could do was laugh.

Then, later on, Nate came into the kitchen crying. I was trying to figure out was going on as he was kicking his feet and yelling, "It hurts!" Come to find out it was his nose. I immediately think he fell while running and hurt his nose and then he pointed UP his nose. I see a little piece of yellow. My thoughts instantly go to "what truck/car piece is yellow?" Ah, but then I remember what he was eating...Reese's Pieces. Yep, my son stuck one up his nose. So, I try to get him to blow and try to melt the candy. It worked. I kept having him blow and blow and eventually the candy piece came out. Ah, what a life I lead...

My life is not what I thought it was going to be

...it's so much better! I used to live by myself, exercise a minimum of two hours a day, go to work and pour my life and soul into my students and take classes. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love teaching. I loved my students. I loved pouring my everything into them. I had no intentions of being married, I mean really! I was a modern career bound woman! Who needed a husband and kids to hold me back?? It was the rest of my life that sucked...only I didn't know it at the time. I *thought* I was happy. My house was beyond organized. I don't mean a little, I mean my JUNK drawer was organized! And then, I met Erik. Okay, my organization didn't go completely downhill then, but quite a bit. But, my happiness level sure went up! Something about him made me WANT to marry him and spend the rest of my life with him. And then, I got this urge to have kids. What the heck was that about?! Anyways...fast forward a few years later...

God gave us two boys! Boys! I know I'm not the girly type, but boys?! And, quite spirited ones at that! I joke all the time that's a damn good thing they're cute because boy-oh-boy! My house is crazy. I really mean it. Last night Erik and I were in the living room talking for a bit. The boys have plastic bats and they were going in between making the bats fly (across my living room) and shooting off their nerf guns. Either one, I realized that Erik and I were moving out of the way like it was second nature so we didn't get hit. Ah, but it's not the boys themselves you see, I realized they get it from their father. As I was on the phone later, Erik was throwing peanuts at me in the kitchen from the dining room. Genetics?

So, yes, my house is a bit, um, unorthodox to say the least. But, we sure to do laugh a lot.

Nate is in pre-school!

Yep! My baby is officially a big boy. We got there the first official day and he got a little nervous. I had to keep reminding him that I would be back to get him, he knew his teachers and he has friends in school. His Spiderman backpack looked so big on him. Almost like a little kid trying to play dress-up. His teachers came down the hall to get them and the kids lined up. He wanted me to walk down the hall with him but I just kept telling him that I would be back to get him soon and that he would have tons of fun. He took a big breath in and said, "Okay, Mommy." I gave him a kiss, told him I loved him and down the hall he went. So incredibly bittersweet.