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a week without
a blog entry. Sorry, been busy. Tuesday was my birthday. It was also September 11th. And Timmy’s first day of school. (Ok, so it hasn’t really been a week since posting since I did blog about Timmy’s first day, but almost). I hate my birthday. It sucks. Not the getting older part- it’s better than the alternative, but the fact that September 11th is THE SADDEST day ever. And as much as I try to avoid it, I always end up watching some recaps from 2001 and crying my eyes out over the course of the day. I can’t help but watch it. I feel like I need to so I don’t forget. Not a pleasant way to spend your birthday. I used to love my birthday. Center of attention and all that. But now, not at all. Besides, being a mommy, it’s really just another day. Everyone needs to get up, dressed, fed, taken care of. Laundry is still waiting, floors still need vacuming and sweeping. Just another day. Oh well. I did get a very nice bouquet of flowers (pink roses, my favorite) from my sweet husband and he picked out an awesome Coach bag for me all by himself! And, the best part, I LOVE IT. He is doing well.
Thanks to all my friends who called or sent b’day cards. I didn’t answer the phone much. It’s hard to explain why you are sad on your birthday. But, there it is and now you know.
Wednesday my mom and I went into NYC to see A Chorus Line on Broadway. So much fun! We were originally going to go back in January, but I got the flu (thankfully, not the stomach kind, but I was still sooooo sick) so there was no way I couldv’e gone. I ended up giving the tickets to a friend of mine who was so kind to me while I was sick- she picked up and dropped off the boys at school almost every day for 2weeks while I was dying. She has two daughters who are very talented singers and go to Broadway often. So at least someone got good use out of them. Anyway, I got an offer for reduced price tickets and amazing seats (row 7 orchestra, center) so we decided (after a bit of convincing on my part) to go on the first night of Rosh Hashana. Mainly because I knew it would be a late night and I didn’t have to get the boys ready for school early the next day cause they were off for the holiday. The show was so great (they didn’t change a thing from the original version which I must have seen with my grandpa at least 6 times. And you know my theory on change….change is bad. we fear change.) and just like I remembered, except it seemed smaller. Smaller theatre, smaller stage, just smaller. I guess thats a part of the whole growing up/changing perspective thingy. Then mom and I went over to Ruby Foo’s (asian fusion) for dinner at 10:30pm. We had such a great mother/daughter date. And lots of hand sanitizer. You know, for the train/subway. We are going to try to do that more often. Timmy had his first day of his gym class on Friday. Timmy is in that class with his buddy Jack and they spent the whole time running around after eachother. Its so funny that every time it’s circle time (either at school or another class) and there is singing or participating, he just WILL. NOT. DO. IT. He will just sit there and not sing, clap, jump, or anything else they are asking him to do. But for other non-circle-activities, he’s all in. Loves the art project, or the races, or the story time an fully participates in that part. But a big no to the singing or following singing directions. Just weird.
The big boys had another soccer game today (game 2) and their team won 5-4. Jack was goalie in the 1st half (let up 4 goals, but did have at least 8 good saves). Patrick was definitely not on his game today. He didn’t play hard (maybe he used up all his hustle last week?) or run a lot. I have to reconsider that later bedtime I guess.
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Timmy’s first day of school
He started today and will be going 2 days a week for 2.5hrs. Separation. It’s the big time baby! Today was just an hour and the mom’s stayed in the building just in case. He was SO excited to go to "timmy’s school" today and was asking for his backpack since he woke up this morning. After dropping the big boys at school, we went over to his school- all, of course, after the required pictures were taken. His teacher told us at orientation that she didn’t want the moms to come into the room, so I basically gave him a quick kiss and sent him off into the room. He did great!!!! No crying for the hour he was in there. He was so happy to see me after class (and I was so happy to see him, and to see him smiling) and I got a brief rundown in the car as to what he did in class. At least I have one kid who tells me something that happens at school!
-played with "orange playdough at the table and made a boat."
-Miss Diane read a story called "Let’s Go Shopping"
-had a goldfish snack
-played with toys (put the baby to sleep)
-told me his classmates names (there are only 4 kids in the class- it’s so nice)
-made a picture with crayons and stickers
– sang the goodbye song with Miss Diane
-"sang the goodbye song and then the mommies came back". " you came back, mommy!"
When I asked him if he had fun he said "I like it school!" And he wants to go back again. Can’t wait til next week. I just hope it goes as well then. Good job, Timmy! He’s so big, huh?
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I pop it?
This is a good one. We were at the beach early in the summer and found a ladybug (by the way, does anyone out there know why there are often ladybugs on the beach? It seems like such an odd place for them to hang out) in the sand. I put it on my hand and it was crawling around. I showed it to Timmy and he asked "I pop it?" So I asked "Pop it?" cause I wasn’t sure what he meant. Well, he meant exactly what he said– and popped the poor thing by stabbing it with his chubby little finger. All the while I’m yelling "noooooo, don’t pop it" but it was too late.
So while Timmy likes the IDEA of ladybugs, he dosen’t really like the actual ladybug. He asks to put it on his hand and as soon as I get it on there he screams and flings it across the room. It’s pretty funny, although the ladybug probably disagrees. This is one we found in the house the other day which met the flinging demise as well. At least he didn’t pop it.
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Fall is coming
Not that you can tell by today’s weather (it’s about 80 degrees and very humid) but fall is definitely coming fast. Driving on the highway today, saw some trees turning already. And on the walk home from school over the last week, more leaves turning and falling.
(This picture taken on the walk home from school). Still, so not ready for summer to end, but ending it is. Even bought Timmy’s Halloween costume today which he is extremely excited about wearing RIGHT NOW. It’s going to be a loooong month and a half until Halloween. We have to have the beach locker cleaned out by next weekend so I really have to get started on the rest of that (John went down with Jack and Patrick yesterday and got the heavy stuff out). Picked up my bridesmaid dress today for Robin’s wedding which is a beautiful deep wine color (very fall and very Robin). Looking forward to that day a lot. If you are interested in getting beach pictures done with me for your family, please contact me as soon as possible. With the upcoming changes in weather and available light, we are getting limited on options for photoshoot scheduling.
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soccer season
Yup, already. Yesterday was their first practice after school and today was the first game. Maybe having Graeme around this summer rubbed off on them or something, but my boys played HARD today. Especially Patrick. He ran his little tush off and even had two shots on goal while playing center offense. The goalie for the other team (Chris) is a very good player so both his shots were blocked, but he hustled like crazy. Impressive stuff. Jack would still rather not run so much, and is more interested in playing defense or goalie.
Their team won 4-3 which was nice for them. Both teams played super hard and it was hot out there today. They are really looking forward to playing again next week. Oh, and everyone got new cleats and size 4 soccer balls for this year (jack in red cleats, patrick in black). You know how they love new equipment! And Graeme, they used the bags you and your mum got them so thank you again!
And Timmy was a great supporter of his brothers, watching at least a minute or two of the game before losing interest. But he would periodically yell "go jack" or "go patrick"! It was apparently either too sunny out or he was concerned people would recognize him and interrupt his game watching, so Mommy’s sunglasses were requested.









