Morning Routine

Okay, I know this is not gonna last. That little Nicholas is gonna come soon and pull the rug out from under me. But for the time being, I'd say I've got it made. I've got this Mama wrapped around my big toe. To put it mildly, I am not a morning person. When Mom got tired of fighting with me to get me ready in the mornings, she finally clued in that I am...watch out, this is a shocker...JUST LIKE HER! Grumpy, grumpy, grumpy...in need of my morning cup of joe before I can do anything at all. So she started our new morning routine. Breakfast in bed with her while my clothes are warming in the dryer. We get to snuggle and enjoy our coffee/juice and bagels together...just the two of us...not in a hurry for anything. Aaahhh! This makes for a much nicer morning. Then she dresses me in my nicely warmed clothes, and all is well with the world. Until she tells me to brush my teeth, anyway!

-Jakers

(For lack of a more creative title) BACK TO SCHOOL

Well, as much as I tried to convince Mom last year that school is fine, it's just not for me...she insists that I go back again. Well, alright. If I must go back then I will go back in style. At least as much style as my private school dress code will allow. Mom took me shopping for the coolest, plain, Walmart/Target brand polo type shirts and plain khaki and navy shorts you have ever seen. I mean...I look sharp! I even got to pick a new backpack. Lucky for me, teacher said last year's Spidey backpack would not fly because it didn't have 2 zippers. Come on Mom...it's a matter of $15...max! Anyway, searching on the endless wall of backpacks at Walmart, it hit me. It called to me. It was the PERFECT backpack. It was BLUE (my favorite color)! After Mom tried to push these tricked-out, trendy, 6D-ish looking Spiderman and Star Wars numbers on me, asking way too many times if I was sure about my choice...she finally gave in and bought me my small, generic, BLUE backpack. (She seemed a bit too thrilled about my choice when she checked the price.)
First day of school came, and I was ready. I looked awesome and felt awesome. Mom tortured us with pictures. Dad even came to see me off. First glance in the room...I'm thinking I'll just go back home. But then I saw Avery walking to my table (she's really pretty) and thought maybe it would be fine after all. Then I said my goodbye's. Then Mom said her goodbye's...again...and again...and again. I thought she'd never leave! When Mom picked me up and asked how my first day was, I told her, "PreK-4 is even better that PreK-3!" And man is it ever! We are not the "babies" of the playground anymore. I am an upper classman...I rule the Preschool...I am FOUR!
Second week: Okay, enough of this getting up early and rushing to school just to learn something new. I already know plenty. I tried telling Mom all sorts of things to get out of going...I'm just too sleepy, I didn't get good rest last night. I don't even like pizza, okay I like it but not in the mood for it today. If you're sick you don't go to school, right? -My tummy hurts. School is boring. We don't really so much "learn", we play. We don't get to have fun, we have to sit and listen. We didn't do anything today.... None of this works, folks. I'm still having to go. But I have come up with something that is SURE to work. When Mom walks me to the door, I plant myself in the corner and look up at her with big, teary eyes and say, "I love you Mommy. I'm going to miss you." When she tries to talk, I just hold up one finger and say it all again. You wouldn't believe the results! She's nearly in tears and I just know that next time she is gonna scoop me up and take me home for some ice cream and a day of Disney movies. I'm telling you kids, if you haven't tried this tactic, you should. It works! I figure I have 2 maybe 3 more days of this, then it's smooth sailing at home. That is, unless Dad catches on. Then I'm in trouble. Oh, note for you kids trying this...it does not, I repeat, does not work at all with Dad. He's just not buying it.
3rd week: Got my wish...I'm missing school. Played the sick card. Except I'm really sick...and it really stinks. And the rest of my family is sick...and they really stink. I think I'm ready to go back to school.
Gotta go get well. Later,
Jakers

A message from Mom...

Blogging kind of seems like a waste of time...reading other's blogs seems like a waste of time...I seem to love to waste time. After not blogging since the spring, my cousin sent me a link to a blog from a gal who's blog makes me feel like a horrible, no good, rotten, lazy person. I LOVED it! God blessed me with some quiet time to myself tonight. I have been blessed with a lot of that lately as my belly and heartburn and worry about any and everything have grown over the months. I like to complain about it, but maybe I should view it as a blessing. I'm always wanting time to myself to...just sit and think. So I used about 45 minutes of tonight's blessing to read this girl's blog...and blubber. Yes, it made me feel like a bad parent. Yes, it made me feel ungrateful. Yes, it made me feel lazy and unproductive. Yep, it made me feel like I have the creativity of a brick. But somehow, it made me feel good. I liked how she documented her life with her family, her thoughts about beans and candles (weird) and how she finds God and his lessons for her in unlikely places. And so, I have decided once again that blogging is NOT a waste of time. And maybe even reading blogs from other people that I don't even know or have any connection with is sometimes not a waste of time. I've said it folks (or at least Mom and Dad, who are probably the only 2 people who ever check this)...the blog is back! Should I be using this time of blessing to do something productive (like laundry or organization)...to try harder to get some sleep...to try to catch the "reading bug"...to catch up on some Bible study? YEP! But, I shall blog so I can remember my family and my thoughts and my blessings at this stage of my life. So there!