lately i’m finding that as the afternoon wears on, that the longing to go home is more specific – specifically, i want to go hang out with my little guy, even if it’s just to cheer him on as he plays crash racing team on the PSone.
now it’s not that i ever didn’t look forward to spending time with him, but there are some things that have changed recently, and somewhat dramatically. for one thing, since turning five he seems much calmer. much less likely to be divebombing off the furniture, scaring me and annoying the neighbors (it’s loud when he does that). and the brief relapse of potty problems that we had a few months back has resolved itself, and so i’m no longer having to clean up those messes. and trust me, it’s easier to treasure time spent with someone who doesn’t accidentally poop his pants when he’s too busy playing. and his communication skills have gotten better, either that or i’ve relaxed about all these other things and am more willing to discuss pok?mon and batman and things of that nature.
i think what we have here, is the end of an era — he’s a big kid now, going to school in the fall, and it’s just such a relief to be past that wild child toddlerhood that permeated our lives with peril and stress for the last three or so years. i’m so ready for this.
You realize that having stated that he doesn’t “poop his pants” while playing risks exactly that? Find some wood to knock on, quick. Nah, nah, kurtwood, I’m kidding!
eh – i thought of that. no, he’s doing really, really well. i was worried when he got the new PSone, but he’s handling it all beautifully.
Now you get to enter that sweet period when he’ll be bringing home all kinds of neat projects dedicated to his loving mom!
Those are truly magnificent years.
Awwww!!!
These posts of yours do wonders to offset the ovarian stress I get, from the pressure from my mom and mother in law.
Are you saying I’ve got three years to wait for the calm you describe? Mein Gott!
and remember, MB, four is two squared. i’m just sayin’.
And I just can not stress how deeply important it is to bond over Batman at that young age. Also Samari Jack is important also. Many lessons to be learned and groovy artwork too!
Oh and on the pooping front – you know, when he goes to school you can quietly send a set of clothes with him – or hand them over to the teacher. Lots of the little ones (and not so little ones – some 5-6 years older than Kurtwood have had this problem) require an emergency change every now and then. Some schools understand this and even keep sets of clothes in various sizes for just such reasons – some also have washer/dryers as well. Which I thought was rather nice. Kids are stressed enough as it is – nice to know some school administrators think in advance about making things less traumatic.
Just a thought.
reminds me of a horribly embarrassing thing that happened to me in first grade. i had to go real bad but i was too shy to raise my hand. i kept waiting for a break in things, so i wouldn’t be interrupting.
the puddle around my desk was embarrassment enough. they had to call my mom and everything.
oh man.
I thought I’d be cool about it. Pooped my pants first day of grade 1. Didn’t want anyone to know, so I tried flushing my underwear down the toilet.
Can you say “Noah’s Ark”.
Major flooding, parents called, the whole nine yards. Sure glad I tried to keep it all low profile.
holy skins, batman! spongebob STUCK!
OMG – you mean I wasn’t the only one? [sorry, i was so excited about the skin that i commented before i read. now that i've read... i'm amazed at myself on the batman reference.] i spent a lifetime holding on to my deep dark secret when it’s perfectly NORMAL?!
sheesh.
oh — memory never divulged before, ever:
butch: [sniff, sniff] “what’s that smell?”
me, age 6 or 7: “um, i don’t know.”
sheila: “shut up, butch.”
butch: [pointing at me] “it’s you! it’s you!”
me: [dies a thousand deaths]