I don’t want to write much these days because all I have is a litany of complaints. I am pretty lucky that I haven’t had sciatica this pregnancy, but guess what? I seem to have it now. Lots of burning in my leg joint with pain radiating down all the way. Oh joy. It’s a familiar feeling, but at least I’ll only have to deal with it for 19 days instead of three months.<\/p>\n
I’ve been confused all day because I’ve been getting birthday wishes on Facebook. I’m pretty sure my birthday is tomorrow. Even my sister sent me big ol’ birthday wishes, but my cousin’s wife told her she had the day wrong. Maybe my cousin’s wife, a girl I’ve met once, is right. I hope so, because that would mean I know the date of my own birth. I don’t feel like I know much these days.<\/p>\n
Luckily we had a pretty busy day planned. We had a make-your-own-pizza-party through the MOMS Club today. Only four families came, which was just about perfect. I really like all the ladies who showed up, so it was fun. <\/p>\n
Afterwards, I took Erik over to Target to get him some new socks. I bought him some Hanes socks a few months ago and they are awful. The smalls are way too small and the mediums are way too large. I’m sure they’ll be great in a few months, but it has been bothering me. The other day I bought a different brand and they fit just right (does this sound like the Three Little Bears?) so I wanted to pick up a couple packages. I don’t know why. Summer is almost here so socks are not going to be needed for much longer.<\/p>\n
I also tried to find him a plain green t-shirt but had zero success. There’s a big notice that the kids are supposed to wear plain green t-shirts to their preschool graduation. I think they are doing some sort of play or presentation about the kids growing. Must be spring related. I don’t really know. I am not keen on this idea because A) It is his graduation! I want him in something handsome. B) He looks terrible in green. His skin suddenly turns red and he looks really tired when he wears it. Poor kid.<\/p>\n
I finally settled on a striped green polo shirt. That better be good enough because I’m not buying a bunch of other green clothes. What’s the worst they can do? Kick him out? It will already be the last day of school. I’m sure I won’t be the only parent who has a hard time finding the required wardrobe. Compromises must be made. I’m not running all over town in my state. And I’m not paying shipping on a stupid t-shirt.<\/p>\n
I wasn’t feeling too great, but decided I had to get Elsa a baby book. I’ve been meaning to order one, but just hadn’t gotten around to it. I had the brilliant thought of “Hallmark! The store I never go to because it’s full of useless, over-priced crap!” Indeed. I was able to pick up a baby book that is already asking questions I don’t know the answer to. How did I find out I was pregnant? What did daddy think? How did we celebrate? This book expects me to remember something that happened nine months ago? Maybe I can search my archives and figure it out.<\/p>\n
I was also going to get Erik a new pair of Crocs while there, but he freaked out and wouldn’t even look at them. “I’m not giving away my Crocs! They can’t have my Crocs!” He didn’t seem to get the concept of getting new ones. Perhaps I’ve been a little over-zealous with giving away stuff on freecycle lately. <\/p>\n
I usually try not to buy him stuff when we go to the store because I know it can become a big thing where they expect to get a toy every time we enter the store. Somehow we’ve managed to avoid that mindset (I have no idea how, but I count myself extremely lucky). However, today he found a Dalmatian beanie baby that he had to have *eye rolls*. He promised that if I bought it for him he wouldn’t ever ask for a real pet again because it would be his real pet. Sure, sure, right. I caved and bought it. Sometimes there is no reason to say no, you know? Especially for a $5.00 that has already brought him at least $5.00 worth of happiness. Somehow he knew that Beanie Babies come with a name tag, but he was mighty confused by the pre-existing name (Hydrant). I finally convinced him it would be ok to re-name the dog Spot since he has a lot of spots. Spot had to sit on my lap all during Erik’s swim class. Spot has been in my face. Spot is going to be very lucky if he doesn’t end up as a spot on the bottom of my shoe.<\/p>\n
But swim class! Erik finally met his first goal and got a blue arm band! He can float by himself for 20 seconds. Not a big deal in the scheme of things, but he was one very proud little boy and I was one happy mama. Now the real task of learning to swim begins. <\/p>\n
Tasks for tomorrow:
\n-Brave the Amish market for birthday cake
\n-Sit on my butt and don’t move<\/p>\n
Somehow I don’t think I will be able to accomplish the second one, but it sure would be nice. Instead, I think I want to hunt down Erik’s baby book and see if there is anything I could be filling in and if there are spaces for pictures that I should be printing out. <\/p>\n
Can you believe next week is spring break? I wish my mom was getting here this weekend instead of next weekend.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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