The 34 year old 3rd Grader

I loved third grade, and I am loving being back in third grade with my oldest son. I love the math drills and adventurous books, the fun field trips and science experiments. Third grade really is awesome. Bennett has a project right now on Australia and I have to keep reminding myself to let him do it, because I am so excited about it! Kind of sad, I know. The great thing is he is excited about school and loves these projects too, and thankfully he lets me help. Projects and presentations are kind of my thing. I love all the detail and making things look polished. I thought for a brief moment in the shower this morning that I should maybe try and find a job that entails those kinds of things. I have a feeling it wouldn't be as much fun as returning to third grade though. I wish I could impress upon Bennett the importance of enjoying this time, of not caring what other people think but embracing who he is and having fun, and not worry about the future but cherish the day to day. I wish I could but I know I can't, because it will simply go in one ear and out the other like it did when I was little and grown-ups told me those things. I guess I could try reverse psychology but I am very afraid of what the outcome might be for that. For now I will just sit back and enjoy third grade with him, and hope that someday he can enjoy it with his son.

The Monday Tuesday

It feels like a monday today. I am not sure how days can have feelings but it totally does. I decided to make homemade muffins this morning at Kendall's request. Of course, as soon as Camden realized what we were having he was in tears. Seriously, you are going to cry over food? I feel like he cries over everything lately. You think he had an over emotional mother or something. Anyway, he asked what kind of muffins they were and was sad because apparently he only likes banana muffins and not berry ones. He actually asked me if I could pick the blueberries out of his muffin; it took everything in me not to drop kick him back to his room. And we all know that if I had made banana muffins he probably would have complained about those, too. I know that when Matt is gone the kids get extra needy but it has only been one day, come on people! I know daddy is great but is it really that bad being home alone with mommy?
So, in case you didn't notice by the above paragraph I am going to attempt to blog again. How sad is it that it has been nearly a year? No promises this time, but I will do my best :)