For being as busy are I have I am still trying to keep up with this blog, sorry if I’m not my sparklingly witty self but at least I’m stil updating.

Last Saturday At-man lost his first tooth! I have been hearing about it since his best friend in pre-school lost his last year so I am relived. Since his friend was a foot taller than him the comparisons are endless, and at least the tooth issue can be put to bed. He still can’t understand why his friend had Heely’s and he can’t. “It’s because he is nearly as big as mommy. They don’t even make Heely’s small enough for your very normal 5 year old feet, but if you were almost 5 feet tall already I’m sure we could find you some.” I have been following him around with my camera all week trying to get the perfect picture, I’m sure he is begining to know what it feels like to be Britney Spears. Anyway, this is the best I can get while we are in the middle of our “not possible to both look at the camera and give a plesant smile” phase.

I also just got around to dragging my but to the computer and uploading our official “first day of school photo”. I took this to post with my last entry butt it’s too cute to skip…

On The Em front, he and I went on our first solo dinner date last night to Chick A” Lay! I never get to spend much alone time with him other than when I am trying to do laundry or grocery shop so it was really nice. He is really starting to make the change from baby to boy all of the sudden. He is talking more and seems much less frustrated because of it. The two’s seemed really hard for him because he couldn’t ujnderstand why At-man could do so many things that he just couldn’t. While he is growing up, he is still so squishy I just want to eat him up!

While Em and I were out painting the town D took At-man to see Transformers. We went back and forth about this for the past 2 weeks and after getting the scoop on exactly what time to leave the theater to avoid the “self pleasure” scene we finally gave in. I know D wanted to take him as bad as he wanted to go so I am glad we finally worked it out. From At-man’s re-cap I don’t think he noticed a single thing other that how cool Optimus Prime and Bumble Bee were. I think he will always remember going with dad to see Transformers so it’s pretty cool he went.

So that’s about it besides getting ready for the baby. I have never been so totally unprepared for the arrival of a child, but I figure it’s jsut because she is the third and I know now that these things work themselves out no matter how much you stress out over them. She will be here and we will love her and she won’t notice if her room is not yet perfect because she will probably be sleeping in our room just like everybody else ends up doing. Here is the monthy belly check…

And while I am adding so many photos, I just had to throw this one up too…

First day of elementary school ever - big deal right?

“So what did you think?”

“huh?”

“Was it fun?”

“yea.”

“Did you meet any new friends?”

“yup.”

“Well, what were their names?”

“I forget.”

It has only taken him one day of school to ace the nonchalance of a ten year old.

This is the count down to my first official nervous breakdown. At-man’s first day of kindergarten is Thursday. We went to meet the teacher day this past Friday and it looks like the entire situation is unavoidable. He has his cubby assignment so there is no backing out now. If you ever have a choice, I would recommend not having to send your oldest child off to his first day of “big kid school” while being a very pregnant, hormonal disaster. Actually, I would recommend the basic avoidance of anything other than the selection of television channels while 7 months pregnant.

At-man and I entered the school on meet the teacher day and grabbed our map to his class. That was all it took. I actually had to keep my sunglasses on the ENTIRE time so as to avoid him seeing my eyes well up. He’s still so little. How can he be going to the same school as 10 YEAR OLDS? There are 10 Year olds bigger than me now. Have you seen this? Is this even possible? Where have I been for the past 5 years? Just yesterday he was calling ducks “goosters” and wearing Pull Ups and now he is going to school with children big enough to take down his mom.

I don’t know why this is still so emotional to me, he has been in preschool since he was 2. Elementary school, however, is completely different. Not sure why, but it is. We spent the past weekend shopping for supplies. I was very proud that he passed over the more commercially branded backpacks for an understated camouflage number with matching lunch kit. I’m still not a big fan of the camouflage deal but have been told to “get over it”. With 2 sons I guess I have little choice. We have also obtained a frog shaped eraser, crayons, color changing pencils and our very own pair of scissors. At-man has poured over each item, packing and repacking them into his new book bag. He is very excited.

And now for something completely different…

I was out for my morning huff and puff and it occurred to me. This baby has the exact same due date as Em, and Em came 2 1/2 weeks early. That means that I may well only have 2 months to go. 2 MONTHS TO GO. The nursery is still blue, and my infant car seat is expired. We got some work to do people! The only item currently on my to do list is to create a to do list. I can’t get beyond that. Sad. I have about a thousand things that should actually appear on said list, and absolutely no time whatsoever to do them. Not to mention that before the baby’s actual due date we have to get through my birthday, D’s birthday, Em’s birthday, my FIL’s birthday, my nieces birthday, our family vacation, an Elvis Costello concert, At-man’s first day of school, Em’s first day of school, and our 8th anniversary. WHEW!

And again, to stress that this is totally random, we went and saw Ratatiouille yesterday. On the good side, Em actually sat through the entire thing, which was pretty impressive. On the down side, it was no “Finding Nemo”. The animation was great, the story cute, but 2 and 5 year olds just don’t seem to appreciate fancy cheese jokes.