The car will be next and our new roof rack for all the extra stuff I can no longer jam into the trunk of a car. Yes, folks we still drive a car. We have a van but, considering it is 15 years old and costs $5 in gas just to go to the corner to get milk, we will pile into the car.
It actually looks like we will be ready to go earlier tomorrow than expected. Hubby took the whole day off, so I will have help with the last minute cleaning and stashing. Getting ready for out house sitter.
I am not sure what our connection will be like down there, if we will be able to hook into some wireless, so I may or may not post. If I can, you will definately hear from me, it will be great to post from my favorite beach. Otherwise, I will update on my return home.
Your three year old son says, “Mom, you’re a bad Mom”.
To put it in context, J was upset that I told him he had to wait until Mommy finished her shower and got dressed before he could have a bath. He had asked me for the 100th time if I was all done, when still wrapped in my towel, I replied, “J, you must practice your patience, Mommy will tell you when it is time for your bath”.
That was when he told me I was a bad Mom. Not a bad Mommy, but a bad Mom. Somehow that just seemed worse. He took about 10 minutes to appologize, when I wouldn’t talk to him for fear of crying. Hubby thought I was nuts and kept saying he didn’t know what he was talking about. But, the truth is that although I am not a bad Mom, he did indeed mean to hurt me by telling me that. He knows what it means to be bad and he thought that I would get upset and give him what he wanted. Instead I took the other road. The one of ignoring for a few minutes until he realized his mistake. Then an appropriate amount of time later (after I had polished my toenails) he got his bath.
No matter what, it still sucks to have your three year old tell you you are a bad Mom.
J’s third birthday party was much more interactive for him than his last two as well as the last two Christmas’s. Thankfully my Sister’s and my Parents stuck to the plan of clothing for presents. Hubby and I got a few toys and picked up some from Opa and A. MIL brought a bag of little toys and a swing for his playstructure. My girlfriend brought him a DVD read and play for the tv, which J loves to death.
All in all it was indeed a great day. The weather was hotter than we wanted but after the food and cake the younger ones and two of the eldest went for a swim and had a riot. J went from not wanting to swim to treading water on his own in his Superman suit. Now, I just have to register him for swimming lessons.
Now that the birthday is over and done with, time to pack for our vacation. I need to start my lists and the novel to our house sitter with instructions for tv’s, dogs and pool. Time sure seems to be zipping by this summer.
