Graduation...

tassels are cool.

Well, today my oldest child graduated from pre-school.

How does the time pass s quickly? It makes my eyes well up with tears when I think about my little baby growing up. The baby that I took home from the hospital and wondered why in the world was I allowed to take home this baby who I had no idea how to take care of is now going to be off to big kid school in the fall.

look, they're not trying to inflict pain on each other...

He has turned from a baby to a toddler to a pre-schooler to a kid. He has his own little personality and his own little friends. This is the starting point of him becoming his own person and him being independent. As a mom I want to hold onto him as long as possible but know that I need to let him go at the same time.

my husband failed to use the zoom feature on the camera so here I am with Ty-Guy in the picture...

My baby is a big boy now but he will always be my little baby who I love to snuggle with and who makes me laugh with his silly ways. He always tells me that he'll live with me forever, and while I hope he moves his butt out by the age of twenty-two it is nice to hear that at his old age of five he is still a momma's boy.

And On Goes the Tuition Checks...

don't mess with me...

Yesterday my son's nursery school sent home a registration form for next year. My son is going to be entering kindergarten next year but my daughter, who is 2 1/2 will be entering nursery school.

It is so hard to believe that my little girl is going to be going to school next year- granted, it will only be for two days a week for a few hours but where the heck did the time go? Before I know it the baby is going to be in school and I'm going to be a barren old lady sitting home alone during the day.

Once the sadness wears off about my little sweetie pie going to school the sheer terror will set in when I wonder if she is going to call her classmates weiner-heads and push anyone who won't surrender a toy she wants. At least my son has always been well behaved at school so if my daughter is a monster they won't think I'm a completely awful mom.

And so the tuition check writing will continue...

Maybe I'm Just a Crappy Mom

Picking up my son from nursery school has enlightened me on the many aspects of human behavior one of which makes me wonder.

There are moms who absolutely gush over their children when they pick them up from school. Big hugs and kisses and talking about how they missed them so much (for the three hours they were separated). When I first observed this I felt (for a brief moment) that I must be a sociopath of a mom because when my son is away at school I only miss him a little and if he was being a total brat before I dropped him off I actually didn't really miss him at all and wished I had a full time nanny who could pick him up and drop him off at home at bedtime.

When I pick up my son I give him a pat on the back, a hello and a smile and rush him to the minivan so we can get our asses home (the whole time I am lugging an 18 month old around on my hip while she is trying with all her might to get down and run away). When we get in the car and I try to get him buckled into his car seat I am always without fail reminded why I didn't miss him that much while he was in school (why is it that being buckled into a car seat has to become a huge production). Then I ask him how school was and get annoyed when he says "I don't know". When we get home and the kids start fighting I then start calculating in my head how much daycare would cost for two kids and if I could break even having a full time job- heck, even if I didn't break even it would be worth it sometimes when the kids are being extra difficult.

So, the gushy moms just befuddle me. Whether they are sincere in their over the top greetings or they are putting on a show I just think they are weird. Or maybe their kids are really sweet all of the time and I really am just a crappy mom.