I’ve been quiet, I know.

by , under Mom, personal

I haven’t had a lot to say, Internet. Actually, that isn’t true. In some cases, I’ve had so much to say that I’ve been trying to edit it back into coherence. In others, I’ve simply been enjoying quiet moments in my life.

Well, as quiet as things can be with a 5 year old and a now 4 year old.

That’s right. The Little Kidlet turned four this week. In his preschool class, they gave him a little crown that he’s been proudly wearing or carrying around the house this week. If I can’t get it away from him, I predict it’ll disintegrate by next week.

His preschool also had their Pumpkin Patch day. They bring in pumpkins for all the kids, who get to go out and pick them out from the wood chip filled playground. The teachers then put tape with the the kids’ names on them so that they get the pumpkin they chose. Last year, the Oldest Kidlet’s teacher even snapped a picture of him holding his!

Little kids with pumpkins are hilarious. The Little Kidlet wanted so badly to carry his. I had to convince him that it was awfully heavy. I even had to buckle it into his brother’s empty car seat just so he’d be satisfied it was safe.

A boy and his pumpkin. He couldn't hold still.

The Oldest Kidlet’s been busy with school. He is still as much in love with school as he was that first week, if not more. You see, he’s competitive. I have no idea where he gets it from.* He got his name up on the wall for recognizing all his upper and lower case letters. While he knew the standard alphabet, he was getting tripped up by the sort of g you see in some typefaces (not this one), since they throw in that version of g as well as the old fashioned a. For doing this, he also got a small storybook and two pencils.

He now has his mind set on being the first in the class to be able to write or recognize the numbers 1-30 (I’m honestly not sure which). His teacher tells me that he’ll be the first, and pointed out that he’s certainly focused on it. Which is true. He walks around looking at his chart of numbers 1-100, and just keeps reciting his numbers. He wants that star.

What he isn’t sure that he wants? Well, he isn’t sure about going to the birthday party of a girl in his class. I’m still not sure if it’s the fact that it’s a birthday party and there’ll be people he doesn’t know- or if his hesitation is solely because it’s a girl’s party and more importantly, a girl he likes.

Now, I should get back to my WIP. Not the novel I should be working on, but a nagging loose thread from something I’d written previously. Here’s to hoping that once that’s out of the way, things get a little settled around here.

*Okay, he gets it from me. I’m so competitive that even Mario Party games on the N64 would end with me shouting “Suck it” to anyone I beat. Or vowing to break up with TheBoy because he kept sniping me in multiplayer with that damn gun that could shoot through walls from Perfect Dark. I am so competitive that my mom’s backyard is filled with the little peg people from the Game of Life because I threw them out my sister’s window. (I’m getting better about it, I swear!)