Terrific Tuesdays

This is not a mom blog. Not that I have anything against mom blogs, but I didn't want to make one. I talk about my children enough, and needed this blog to be more about me as a person, rather than me as a mother. But today I am going to talk about my babies. Its hard to not talk about them all the time, because I love them so much. I will try not to brag too much, but it will be hard because they are so awesome.

Alexander turned 8 months old today. He sits by himself, rolls around, scoots across the floor, walks if you hold his hands, claps, coos, giggles, blabs, eats everything on the floor, and has two teeth of his very own. He is actually quite advanced for his age, and don't get me wrong I am very proud, but I would really appreciate it if he would slow down just a bit. The last 5 years of Hayden's life seem like a blur to me. Its gone way way way too fast. He has grown up so fast that I barely had time to enjoy every little thing. Each milestone flew by, and Alex is definitely keeping up with his brother. I hate it. I really do. Its too fast. Its too much for me to handle. I love my babies, and I want to enjoy them for as long as I possibly can before they leave me. Its going too fast. My childhood did not go this fast.

Hayden finishes Kindergarten in a couple weeks. FINISHES Kindergarten. Which means he will be going into grade one. He will be going to school five days a week for 6 and a half hours for the next 12 years. I am never going to have my baby back. I am never going to be able to spend the whole day with him doing whatever we want. He will be playing with his friends every chance he gets. He is going to get older and older and farther and farther away from me. Its not fair. Why bless me with a child just so I can watch him slowly grow away from me? Why???? There are parts of me that can't wait until he's a teenager, so I can creep on him and his girly friends with rice krispie squares and tang, but can't that wait another 20 years? Not 10? Even less than that! Teenagers are younger now than they were when I was one Goddammit. I wish I could give him some anti growth hormone that wouldn't fuck up with nature, and just sort of slow time.

As much as I hate to think of my kids growing up, I think back on the last 5 and a half years of my life and feel nothing but pride. I never thought that I could be so proud of someone who just learned how to clap, or how eat from a spoon, or how to wave, or other medeocre things. Hayden is the smartest kid in his class. His teacher told me that if I hadn't put him in a French school, he would be a problem student, because he would be bored. Hayden really is brilliant. He always has been. BUT he is a very, very, VERY busy boy. Not a lot of people can understand his behaviour. His brain moves much faster than the rest of his body, and so he can repeat himself many times before he can figure out how to say outloud, how he is feeling inside. Many people get frustrated with him, but not me. I adore it. I love watching him and listening to him talk. He amazes me everyday with his intillect. And he is so nice. He loves everyone. He is such a good big brother too. I couldn't ask for anyone better. He helps me with Alex all the time. He's so good with his baby brother, that I sometimes wonder if I could just leave them home alone. Hahahahaha yeah right! Hayden maybe excellent, but I am not a stupid mother.

I am certainly not a stupid mother. Not to be conceited, but I am a wonderful mom. I fill my home with love, respect, and education. A child really doesn't need much more than that. I do wish that I could give my children everything, but that would not make them decent adults. Spoiled children turn into spoiled adults, and no one likes spoiled adults. They're either big mama's boys, or fucking pricks.

To be honest, I am having a very difficult time writing this blog. I haven't had much free time lately, and so I took an oppurtunity while Alex was napping to start this. Since I have started though, he has woken up, and the whole time, Hayden was crawling all over me and everything else. Its hard for me to concentrate when Hayden says, "Can I play Lego Batman now?" every five minutes. I apologize that it isn't my best work.

TERRIFIC TUESDAYS!
My kids are angels
The weather is perfect
Coca-Cola
My countertop dishwasher