Things I've Learned from my Four Year Old

Punkin has become quite the little man lately. He's still cute and sweet - most of the time - and loves to snuggle with his mama, but then he will also tell it like it is. Well, like it is in his world, which exists in some strange land ruled by preschoolers.

Just recently he has:
- told me that he only likes to talk to nice people, so would I please quit talking to him
- after being dumped by his girlfriend, he said "Maybe she'll change her mind when she grows up"
- told hubby to "Please stop talking! I just don't want to hear it."
- said that he likes it when I type on my computer because when I do we don't have to clean up
- was pissed off that he didn't get to eat dinner with my friend's husband or to play with her little girl after we delivered food to another friend who'd just had a baby. This had been our plan the week before and I hadn't mentioned it since.
- suggested that I get a job in the evenings so that he could see daddy more often, but then decided since he loved me I could go ahead and stay home
- taken exception to the fact that I said he was a girl because his fingernails had gotten long, he dropped his pants, pointed to his package and said "I have a wingding. I'm a boy!"
- argued with me over the identity of Chloe on Smallville (she was impersonated last week, but was herself this week - he had a problem with this for some reason)
- reminded me that he will change diapers when Orange Juice gets here, but only wet ones because he does not like poop
- told me that I was the best mommy ever and that he loved me sooooo much
- asked why I hid behind the pillow in the pictures from bunco (because I make shitty pictures). He said for me to please take more pictures because he loved me.
- asked why I wear makeup because he liked me better without it

He's becoming quite the little man. Such a talker, so opinionated, so sure of his little four year old self. I see lots of hair pulling and headaches ahead, but I am so proud of him. I love his spunk and his determination and I love how alike we are. I love that he is sooooo excited about his new baby sister's arrival and I can't wait to see his face when he first lays eyes on her. I will even gladly have my picture made with them (yes, bunco bitches, I said gladly!). Today we turned off the tv and the computer and just sat in the rocking chair, read books and talked. It was so nice.

Life? Despite my bitching? It is good.

And the laundry is ALL done. Who could ask for more?

Things I've Learned from my Four Year Old

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Update

Hello to all three people who still read this blog!!

It's late and I need to go to bed, but wanted to give a quick update on things in the Blue household. Hopefully bullets will do because it's late and it's all I've got!

• I'm feeling great. I wasn't losing my mind after all, my iron was just terribly low and it was making me feel insane! I feel like my old self - happy pills or not - and I'm glad to be back. Who would think a little bit of iron could make such a difference in ones physical and mental health?
  
• I only have 11 weeks left until little Orange Juice arrives. The time is slowly sneaking up on me and I am NOT prepared. These next few weeks will be busy, busy, busy. I sure am glad I'm feeling good again or I would be totally screwed - well, more than I am now!
• I've decided to withdraw from school for this semester. Being that I've been in a virtual fog for the past couple of months and have neglected everything, I have a lot to make up for. These next couple of months will be all about Punkin and Hubby and getting ready for Orange Juice to arrive. School is a priority, but definitely well below them - and myself - on my list.
• Found out Punkin was playing doctor with a friend. Shouldn't they wait until they are at least in elementary school before starting that shit? As I've said many times before, his teenage years are going to be verrrrrry interesting.
• I'm really bothered that Punkin's first love has decided to "live up in a tower" since she still loves him and he is going to marry someone else. Being a preschooler should not have to be so complicated!! :)
• Just because I talk to you doesn't mean I like you and just because I don't talk to you doesn't mean I don't like you. I've said that before and it is true, at least for me and how I operate. It is more thought provoking when I realize that it also applies to how others interact with me. Everything/everyone cannot be taken at face value. This isn't New England. ;-)
• People come in and out of your life for a reason. Sometimes you don't appreciate the person, the timing, the circumstances - whatever - of their entrance/exit, but I think most of the time, after the hard part is over, it is for the best for all involved. It is hard to move on sometimes, but it is what is needed.
  
• Damn if this feeling better hasn't gotten me all introspective and doesn't have me evaluating/re-evaluating lots of things/plans/people in my life. I think this is good - and it is nice to have a clear head again and to be able to do it!
• The oh so erudite K-Mom once said on her blog: "Never allow someone to be your priority while allowing yourself to be their option." I realize the past few months I've not followed this and I plan on prioritizing things correctly from now on! I think I tend to think about how I am getting treated and sometimes forget about the other person. That's not cool. Of course, if I'm not a priority for them? Well, that is dead weight I need to cut off...and I need to lose all the weight I can!!! ha
  
• Weight. I've gained more weight so far in this pregnancy than I gained the whole time with Punkin. Fuckity, fuck, fuck. I totally blame it on the iron deficiency and the diabetes and not on, in any particular order: Little Caesar's breadsticks, Sabra Supremely Spicy Hummus and whole wheat pita pockets, Taco Bell anything, Sabor Latino chips and salsa0, etc, etc. Totally the other shit. Totally
  
• We went to visit a friend today and her daughter met us at the door and told us "not to get on her nuts today". hehehehehehehe We did our best to stay off of her nerves. I hope we were successful. Of course she did perform that exam on my kid, so...
  

Ok, that short update sure got long. I'm kind of feeling the blog bug again, I think, so maybe I'll be back more. Hopefully the three of you will be here, too! Punkin has really been zinging me with the one liners here lately so I've had a lot of blog fodder....if I could just remember it now, you'd have been spared this boring ass post!!!

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Blah, Blah, Blah

Do you ever just feel blah? Nothing is really wrong, you just feel blah.

I feel blah.

School is ok. My classes are ok. There is work to be done, of course, but it isn't terribly hard.

Hubby has been on good behavior, as has Punkin. Well, good as you get from a four year old!!

The pregnancy is going spectacularly well, even better than the first one. Couldn't ask for better.

Still.

Blah. Blah. Blah.

I miss my happy pills. They helped take away the blahs. I feel inappropriately happy, then inappropriately sad. Neither to extreme, but neither really appropriate. Or maybe it is appropriate. Who knows. Maybe the happy pills just made everything artificially wonderful and this is just reality.

Or it could be that after watching Jurassic Park 1, 2, & 3 approximately 4,497,464 times over the past two weeks that I'm just suppressing the feeling that I will soon be eaten by a velociraptor.

Blah, Blah, Blah

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Again

Why am I sitting here, again, watching country music videos and tearing up?

Maybe I should dig out those old Motley Crue and Ozzy vhs tapes from the old days and man up a bit. I may even have a four sizes too small concert tee stuck in a box somewhere....

Again

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Mush

I'm sick today and, rather than spread my misery to all of my classmates, I decided to take a day off from classes. I really don't need to miss, but I don't think I'd get any brownie points by coughing a lung up at one of my teachers. I've washed some clothes, cleaned the house some and put in a little computer time, of course. While I did all of this the tv was on and somehow ended up on GAC, the country music channel.

I caught myself listening to that song where the guy thought he was strong before he met his wife, blah, blah, blah and ended up crying. Yeah, crying. I'll blame some of it on hormones and some of it on it being the 800th sappy song I had heard and some of it on just life in general.

I know I bitch and moan a lot - about the hubby, about finances, about any old thing - but really? Life as a whole is pretty good.

Yes, I could be - in no particular order: richer, thinner, smarter, more organized, younger, more patient, etc, etc - but I must admit, I'm pretty happy with me. I think I have the best kid ever - like me, not perfect - but pretty damn close to it. Hubby is patient, hard working, generous with me to a fault. Honestly, I wouldn't put up with me. So is he, are any of us, perfect? No. But I must admit I'm glad to be where I am and with who I'm with.

I've been lucky enough to make some good friends since moving back to Alabama. They keep me busy, keep me sane when I'm feeling crazy, bring me back down to earth when I'm thinking my shit just doesn't stink. I'm glad to have found them and to get to share my life with them and to take part in theirs, too. I'm not perfect, they aren't perfect, but who the hell wants perfect?

I'm finally pregnant and it looks like things are going to be successful this time. We've wanted this so long that it's hard to believe it is happening. I'm so happy, hubby is so happy, Punkin is beyond happy. As Punkin puts it, now we'll be a real family. I think he thinks he needs a sibling for it to be real, though it feels pretty damn good the way it is. When little Orange Juice gets here? She'll just be the cherry on top!

Ok, enough mush. Now I need to watch Bones, snuggle with Punkin, and finish cleaning this messy house. Hope you all are feeling as good as I am - cold from hell or not!

Mush

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Proof That I'm Really 12

So it is late night. I should be asleep, but I'm nursing a new found addiction to Spider Solitaire. You know, that free game that comes with Windows? Yeah, that's the one.

Anyway, I'm watching Books that Were Left Out Of the Bible, or some shit like that, and all of a sudden this infomercial is on. It's for the Slap Chop. Some cheap ass mini chopper which I'm sure isn't nearly as good as my one from Pampered Chef. But it does come with free shit...

So dude is talking up the Slap Chop big time. He's excited. If I was in the other room I'd probably think I was hearing bad porn. But I digress.

Dude is slapping.

Dude is chopping.

Then Dude says:

Come on. You're gonna love my nuts.

hehe

I was kind of in a shitty mood, but that cracked my ass up.

With a super serious, but excited face, a grown man on a television commercial told me I was gonna love his nuts! ~snicker~

They just say I was born in 1968, but I know. I know I'm really 12.

Proof That I'm Really 12

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I'm Still Here...

Hi, blogland!! Long time no see. Or I guess more appropriately, long time no write. Because I do read, even though the writing, both blogging and commenting, is almost nonexistent. I'd blame it on the pregnancy if it hadn't started before that. I guess since that is out of the question as far as blame - and I'd never blame myself, of course - I'll have to blame the hubby. It's always their fault anyway, isn't it? No matter what the issue? Sure. That's why we married them, to have someone to blame our shit on!

Anyway, life around here is going good, if busier than I really like. I'll be 20 weeks this Thursday, so baby Orange Juice - you can thank Punkin for that name - is growing and thriving. It seems like just yesterday I found out I was finally pregnant, but then again it seems like time is crawling by at a snail's pace. We have picked a name - or more accurately Punkin picked a name. He is SO into this pregnancy. It makes it even more fun. He's gonna be a great big brother. Oh, and I guess I should say "it" is a she! He will tell you he decided that, too, by wishing really hard. Who knows? Maybe he did...

I'm back in school now, just two classes this semester, though. Punkin is back in school three days a week, one of which is a free day for me which will be really nice, as I didn't have one last semester. What to do on that day? Hmmmm....facebook laundry, read/write blogs dishes, hang with the girls study? Wonder which ones of those will win out? Any guesses?

Punkin is also growing like a weed. He is so damn big these days! Talks like he's 15, usually has at least three girls he is stringing along, corrects my errors (I know you are surprised, but I do make them...occasionallly), and never slows down. He will either keep me young (ish) or send me to an early grave, depending on the day you ask me. Right now he is marrying Grace Ann - ask me tomorrow who my future DIL will be as it may change. He does know that he isn't marrying me - but only because I am already married!

Life without the happy pills is interesting. My fuse? Not short. No, it is nonexixstant. My patience? Don't count on me having any. Therefore, I'm pretty much just trying to avoid situations that call for either fuses or patience, which face it folks, is pretty fucking hard to do. A friend has even recently said I was getting crotchety. Hmph. Maybe a little hermitish, but I don't know about crotchety!!!

I am having to fight the hermit urge really hard, though. I tell you I could sit in my house for a week and never leave and it would be alright with me. I do fight it though and sometimes get out of my own choosing, but usually it is someone dragging me out, even if they don't realize that is what they are doing. Thank god for school and friends who go, go, go or poor Punkin would be a shut in! I tell you some of these girls - and you know who you are! - never sit still! It's good though, because it gets me out and when I get out I enjoy it. It's just the dragging my ass up off the couch part that is the problem.

Ok, I'm gonna go now and try to get a little studying done. Thanks to all of you who made it through this not so thrilling post. I'm starting to feel the blogging itch just a little (maybe lack of happy pills there, too?), so I'll probably be around a little more. Till then - love ya, miss ya...see ya!

I'm Still Here...

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