I am getting concerned.  My husband is setting up a home “office” in our third floor guest room, which happens to be his old bedroom from his highschool days. (Long story short, we are living in the house he grew up in.)   Thursday night I caught him carrying a rather large television upstairs because, “the Ryder Cup is on, you know.”  He also spent some time hooking up the cable.  Then there was talk of getting a small refrigerator…hmmm.

How is it possible that I do not have one single family picture to send to preschool with Babe-o’s.  You know, so in the off chance she misses us she can gaze lovingly at the photo.  I was searching until 11:30pm last night and came up empty.  How can that be?  I found all sorts of family photos with our first, a few with our second and nothing for Babe-o’s.  That is terrible.  I’d always heard that the first born gets the lion’s share of everything..the fancy baby book completely filled out etc.  but I never thought that would be true in our family.

1. eaten the samples at Costco and called it lunch?  Or, arrived at lunch time and realized you never fed yourself breakfast?

2. gone half way through your day and realized you never brushed your teeth?

3. fished dirty socks out of the clothes hamper for your child to wear because you cannot find a matching pair?

4. opened your fridge at 6pm and wonder what you can make for dinner?

5. borrowed your child’s tinkerbell umbrella because you can’t find your own?

As much as I want to be organized and envision being well prepared for the day, sometimes in the end I just can’t pull it out.

So far my little Kindergartener has been marching off to school just fine.  But today, as we ate our happy meals and talked about what she would be doing at school today, Ham said she wanted to stay home with me.  Of course I wanted to tell her that would be great but instead had to reassure her what a perfectly wonderful time she would have in Mrs. Meyers class today. 

To top it off, Babe-o’s started preschool this week and she too marched right into her class and started to play.  No separation anxiety for her.  No tears or tantrums.  I couldn’t have asked for a smoother transition. Then why does part of me wish she would miss me just the teensiest bit?

Then I have my third grader who is, “growing up you know.”  If he doesn’t tell me that with his words each day, he reminds me by walking to and from school with his friends.  So I treasure our times as a family without the influences and distractions of activities and friends.  This past weekend we took the kids to a White Sox game and I had to chuckle as my son told me that trying to flag down the cotton candy man was not the way to go: “You don’t want to wave your arms like that, Mom, because you might end up with a beer instead.”

There was a baptism at church yesterday which is always a crowd pleaser.  And it is the only time a boy can wear a beautiful white dress and still look adorable.  My third grader has been asking for a sibling lately.  Specifically, he would like a brother to tackle.  And at dinner last night he asked us, “how do you make a baby again?”  And I reminded him that we talked about the tiny tiny sperm from the daddy and the tiny tiny egg from the mommy meeting up.  In the past that has satisfied his curiosity.  But last night he asked how the sperm gets where it needs to go and we were off on a path I wasn’t ready to be traveling on.  He asked us if he had a baby would he get to keep it, as if it were a puppy.  Then we assured him this wouldn’t be taking place until he was old and married.  And then he said that actually you didn’t have to be married because Jamie Lynn Spears had a baby.  Now he will have one more to add to the list when he hears the media talking about Gov. Palin’s daughter.