As the Kindergarten Turns

A while back a friend of mine that is a lunchroom and playground supervisor at the Boy's school told me he was being teased by the other boys about having a girlfriend. She was trying to tell him not to worry about it, but then he told her, "I really do have a girlfriend." She told me this story and my Absolutely Gorgeous Wife (AGW) and I asked him about it and deducted from our conversation that he just plays with this one girl a lot. Well today as I am waiting in the carpool line to pick him up I notice a girl blow him a kiss. When the Boy got into the car I didn't even get to ask him about it as he started up about it right away:

Boy: I have a new crush!

Me: A new crush?

Boy: Yeah, Girl is not my crush anymore. I have a new crush. She just got back and has a crush on me. I didn't break up with Girl because breakups are sad, so I just gave up.

Me: Gave up? Were you mean to Girl?

Boy: No! I used to play with her a lot and now I don't play with her as much, so I gave up.

Me: Was Girl upset?

Boy: No, but now Other Girl just got back and has a crush on me.

I will give the Boy credit though, he didn't want to be mean or make anyone sad and the give up method of getting rid of a girl that may be a new one as far as I know. I really need to know what goes on in Kindergarten as all I remember was the letter hunt once a week, taking naps, coloring and hanging on to my Mom's leg crying and screaming as I didn't want to go. I sure hope there isn't a Kindergarten Prom or else we may have to consider a new school.

Those Funny Kids

As the other half of the carpet gets installed and my legs don't work the same after working on prepping for the carpet for 12 hours and spending another beautiful Sunday tearing up carpet and a million staples I bring you a couple of funny things my kids have said this weekend:

The Girl:

At church they have a Sunday School and a Tiny Tots program. As lovely as the Girl is she is not a great church baby so we put her in Tiny Tots. Fortunately the girls running the Tiny Tots program were mostly the same as last year so the Girl was very excited. She ran in and all was good, or so my Absolutely Gorgeous Wife thought. When she returned to get her apparently the Girl had cried for a half hour then took a 20 minute cat nap. the best part was as they were walking down the hallway the girl says, "Tots FUN!"

The Boy:

Our community has a fall parade. Since I was working all day on the carpet my Absolutely Gorgeous Wife (AGW) took the Boy to the parade while I listened to the Girl napping (well talking and doing everything except napping) and kept working. As they were waiting for the parade my AGW was rubbing the Boy's hair and he says, "Stop touching my hair, it took me two hours!" The kid has great hair, he can literally roll out of bed and look great no matter what it looks like.

Can't Wait

I can't wait until some of the craziness goes away. I know it probably won't happen for another 6 or 8 years but I can't wait. Last weekend was spent celebrating my son's birthday, having a cross country meet and ripping out carpet, padding and all those darn staples in half of the house. This weekend involves my son's birthday party with his friends and ripping out the other half of the carpet as well. In between I decided I wanted a anew computer desk and of course all the options that I loved were way expensive. I used a reliable favorite store, IKEA. I found a few options and one that fit int he budget so on Thursday morning I drove up got the stuff I wanted and drove back, all with my lovely 2 year old daughter. Throw in lunch and all together about 3 hrs. and 15 minutes. After getting her down for her nap I started putting the stuff together all to realize that one of the desk tops had a smashed corner. If spoken air could change colors, the air in the house was definitely a little blue. So after my wonderful wife gets home and we put our daughter to bed I get back in the car to spend another 2 1/2 hours driving back to IKEA, exchanging the top and driving home. Time I would have rather spent trying to get stuff put away from the first carpet replacement. Then I am baking away to make cupcakes for my son's birthday party and my daughter wants nothing more than to make a day as difficult as possible. "I want drink." "I want chips." "Shoes off." "Shoes on." Shoes off." etc., etc. My wife often wonders how you get anything done with her around and right now so do I.

Busy, Busy, Busy!

What a weekend! Saturday morning the Boy had a cross country race (1/2 mile), he did fantastic and actually raced more as opposed to his usually run while looking at all the people. He placed 50th out of 159 kids. Sunday morning hockey the Boy had his first hockey practice of the season, he will be a mini-mite this year, so we started two days in row with a an early morning. He did much better than I thought he would do at hockey considering he hasn't skated since May. Then I spent the rest of Sunday tearing apart the Sunroom painting it and trying to put it all back together so I can tear it apart next weekend so the new carpet can be installed. Just to be sure I don't have too much other stuff going on we have our last Cross Country Meet this Saturday, The Boy's birthday on Friday as well. In addition to that the following weekend we have the Boy's friend party for his birthday and I have to tear out carpet in the living room and stairs for that carpet to be installed. We just like to try to do everything all at once.

The Boy will soon look like a real hockey player as his front teeth are now loose. Of course when I wiggled one I got a little queasy. Thankfully he is not like me in that aspect as he pulled the last one out by himself. This from the boy that screams as loud as he can when his sister touches him.

What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up?

We often ask the Boy this question as his mind is constantly changing. The other day in the car we asked him what he wanted to be when he grew up. He said, "I want to go to College so I can be a Daddy!" He had followed this up with something else but with all the laughter we don't recall what he said. Now it is true, some people go to college and become Daddies but I don't thing it is offered as a major or area of study. It was sweet and innocent and I didn't have the heart to tell him that you don't learn how to be a Daddy in college, although some days I wish there was an elective or two.