Rocky

Meet Rocky the Scarecrow. Jacob's class had a family project to build a scarecrow. It could be made out of anything you wanted. It could be really big or really little. Jacob had to name his scarecrow and give it a job. Jacob decided to build his scarecrow out of recycling. He has Diet Coke arms and legs, a popcorn box body, cheerios box bow tie, newspaper hair, and a solo cup hat. We had such a good time making him. Jacob named him Rocky and gave him the job to save pets and find them homes. (Can you tell he wants a dog?)

Jacob's Questions

Every morning on the way to school, Jacob is full of questions. Here are a few of his many questions...

How old was I in the past?
Do you think Mummy's get cold?
Why do all of these people go to my school?
Do Ghouls sound like this.. arrrrgghhh, or like this.. ooooooo?
Why does everyone else in my class have a dog or cat and all I have is a fish?
How long will I live?
How much do you get paid to be a Mommy? (Oh - I wish!)
If I get a real mohawk will I look cooler or not cooler?
How many days until my birthday?
When I grow up do I have to do yucky stuff like change diapers?
Is the hair on my legs going to grow really long?

I can't wait for tomorrow's questions!!

Be Proud

I was at the Y the other day and left in such a huff. I was watching a morning news show and they were interviewing a group of moms about Sarah Palin. This particular group of moms were extremely critical about Palin's decisions. They disapproved of her going back to work 3 days after giving birth to her special needs child, her pregnant teenaged daughter, and her juggling a high power career and a family. I couldn't run fast enough to keep up with my building anger.

I understand that we are all intitled to our own political opinions. That's what makes us individuals. I do understand that whoever wins the election in November, history will be made. We don't have to agree with Palin's politics, but we do need to feel proud to see a woman running for the Vice Presidency.

I made the choice to be a stay at home mom. It doesn't make me a better mom than my friends who are working moms. They have the same parental responsibilities. They don't love their children less. We need to stop these "Mommy Wars" and be proud of one another. One of my closest friends went for a job interview after staying at home for 5 years. Good for her. I'm so proud of her for making that leap. It wasn't an easy decision and we need to make sure we support those moms that are going back to the workforce.

Stop critizing Sarah Palin for her choices in motherhood. You can't tell me that you don't worry about having a healthy child, or that your children make the right decisions. Her family represents somethings that we all worry about. We should be proud to have a woman in this position. You don't have to support her with your vote - not sure if I will, but we need to stop bashing her as a mother. Focus on the politics, the visions of the candidates. Let's support each other and put an end to the term - Mommy Wars.

I'm stepping off my soapbox now...

Five Thirty

In our house five thirty is a very predictable time. Every evening around 5:30 the boys eat dinner. I sit them down at their little table with blue and green plates filled with hotdogs, corn, and pineapples or whatever else my picky eaters will eat. The boys sit and eat their dinner while watching Spongebob or Curious George. Shortly after, Daddy walks in the door and there is a collective, "Daddy's Home!!" We scramble to be the first to give him a hug - myself included! Then after dinner it is a round of horseplay and silliness.

Well, another five thirty is becoming a very predictable time in our house - 5:30 AM. Each morning Brady strolls in and whispers, very loudly, "Mommy...UP!" I groan and look at the clock. Yep, five thirty. He crawls in bed with us. Instead of quietly laying beside Mommy, Brady decides to practice his words in a loud whisper. "Mommy, Daddy, house, juice, etc..." you get the idea. Then he presses the moles on my face and says "BEEP! BEEP!" At this point I am awake, but refusing to get out of bed. In walks Jacob. "Morning. Time to wake up?" Argh - no. I try to put the pillow over my head, but the boys think that is an invitation for a pillow fight. So with the frivolity of 5:30PM they decide that it is time for horseplay and silliness. Sometimes predictability is not such a good thing...

Brady's First Day of Preschool

Today is Brady's first day of preschool!! He is SUPER excited. When he put his backpack on he was all smiles and giggles. I took him in his classroom and he said, "Bwradee's kawass!" Yes, Brady's class! All of the kids were dressed up for the first day. Too cute.

I still can't believe he is at school. The house is so quiet. I turned on the TV to have some noise in the house and after about 10 minutes I realized that I was listening to The Wonder Pets. I can't get away from kid shows!

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I just picked Brady up from school. I peeked in on his class and he looked so cute sitting on the story mat with all of the other kids. He yawned several times. I knew he would be tired. He saw me in the hall way and came running out. All he said was, "Wunch?" I guess he was hungry too!