Lucy Lime

I am so glad I am having another beautiful, amazing, fabulous son. The thought of a daughter frightens the shit out of me. Of course, I would be thrilled should he really be a she in the end; however, I would eat my own poop before I dropped money on these. Thankfully, I have yet to find anything so ridiculous for boys. All the silly crap are for daughters.

Oh, and I know many people with beautiful, amazing, fabulous daughters. I just know mine would be totally screwed with me as a mom. You guys can all do the honors.

Labels: baby, son

All day long... Daddy, daddy, daddy

Woke up this morning, went to Half Priced Books (a dangerous place for bookwhores like my husband and I, even our son loves books). They were having an extra 20% off everything sale due to the holiday. Again, very dangerous.

The very first thing my husband does, every time we go to the bookstore, is put his mini-me into the cart and head over to the children's section. Every time, without fail. Our son always gets a book even if my husband and I don't. Seriously, the kid lives for books. So they are over there picking out books, several of them, and I join in. I find some I know little man likes (Chicka Chicka Boom Boom, specifically) and toss it into the cart. I see that he is already fixated on a book about numbers that "Daddy" picked out. He is obsessed with it. Starfish, numbers, leaves, numbers, clocks, numbers, games, numbers, animals, numbers..... it's all in there. I can see why he loves it. Long story short, we look around and two bags full later, we leave.

Little man insists on reading that book in the car. At breakfast. Carrying it in the house all by himself. He loves it. Hubby is in the office and overhears me make a comment to the boy about "Gee, you sure do love that book" when he interjects "that daddy bought you."

I ignore him.

I further comment that little man is so good at reading the numbers in the book when hubby yells "that daddy bought you."

Everything I say is finished with "that daddy bought/stole/made/found/thought of for you."

When I fall silent, I hear "Wow, what a GREAT mummy you have...that daddy picked out for you."

Guess what my son says all the freaking time.....

Yeah, 'daddy.' Even when daddy has gone down another aisle, little man says 'daddy.'

Labels: Daddy, son

How in the hell does time fly by so quickly?

Here's the update:

• I do not have TB. Huge scare on campus as a student tested positive and has been hospitalized for weeks. Unfortunately, I found out around 10:30pm this past Tuesday that the student was mine. Not just mine, but a student I worked closely with. Got tested, I'm negatory. Will have to be tested in three months for the "all clear."
• Finished the semester. Yay, me! Only had a few issues with student grades. A graduating senior threw a fit because he said he couldn't graduate with a D. He wanted a C. He didn't earn a C so he was really pissed. Said I gave him a D to spite him. I have never spited a student. Nor have I ever given a grade. He still graduated yesterday. Another student had attendance problems, missing work, and several poor marks. Why the shock when a D for one course and an F for another were assigned?
  
• Found out that I was bumped up to full-time status back in March. Guess who qualifies for insurance? And, guess who makes tons more money? Oh, and guess who gets to teach courses other than Freshman Comp?
  
• Since I have been here, I have only taught one semester of a freshman level writing course. The rest have been upper-division literature and writing courses. My schedule for the fall and next spring, yes, I got my schedule more than a week in advance (academics know exactly what I am talking about) is filled withe upper-divisions. Oh, what a glorious job I have.
• I have the rest of the month off!
• Two-year-old is a non-conformist and his preschool refers to him as Damien. I know this purely by accident and because the director of the school left me a voice mail telling me that little Damien's pictures were in. I mentioned it to her in a later conversation and all the life drained out of that woman. Clearly, it was a slip of the tongue on her part that she so regretted.
  

I think that is about it for now. Hubby is off to a going away party so I am going to finish a chick movie I started the other day.

Labels: job, son

Hubs says it is time to potty train the kiddo. I agree. We should have done it sooner but had no clue how to do it. I am still amazed that someone in this world thought it was a sound idea to let us have a kid without a manual.

Anyway, hubs was showing son how to use the potty. I overheard him say something like, "Good job. I think we just had a teachable moment."

I replied that I was glad they were able to bond so well and what does the turd say back to me?????

"You wouldn't understand, you're just a bitch."

My vagina has excluded me from the club, once again.

Labels: husband, son