My "Baby" Turns 5

Cruel, really, how fast time moves after you have kids. Seems like just last week I was in the hospital delivery room, weeping with relief and happiness that I had this amazing new person in my life.
This morning he honored the day of his birth by puking on my bed. And then the couch. But he says he feels much better now. Told you my kids were always pukey.
Tonight after dinner we'll pull out Isaiah's baby album, and go over the story of the day he was born. He loves that. This morning he was a picture that my uncle sent me in the mail, of me when I was barely 3 years old, hugging a Raggedy Ann doll that was bigger than me. He looked at it and said, "But Momma, there was no one there to make me dinner when you were a baby." So here's Isaiah's I'm Five smile, and below that, what I found when I called out to Daimean and asked, "Are you letting Ilio on the couch??"

Little Bird

Ha, as I was writing the title, I was reminded of my mother in law worrying over my son's fresh circumcision and asking after his "pajarito" - little bird. Why, is that a common name for it in Spanish speaking households? I just don't know.

Anyway, as I walked to my office entrance this morning, I saw a tiny little bird sitting in front of the revolving doors. I'm well aware of how often birds fly into our big glass buildings and are stunned or hurt. So, figuring that even though I was already 5 minutes late, this little guy needed my help, I reached down and checked on him. He freaked out and flew into the door!!! He skittered around for a minute and then landed back at my feet. The second time, he let me pick him up and move him off to the side, where he could safely recover from his unfortunate run in with the building. Which he did. Recover, I mean.

Prior to that I had the joy of talking with both of Isaiah's teachers when I dropped him off. The prevailing opinion now is that he's working hard and everything is much better. I told the one we call Granola that he has been unhappy in her class and I want to know why. While she didn't answer directly - and she never does - she did say that he seems happier and that she again thanks me for working together with them to make sure everything is good. So hopefully we won't have to resort to calling the principal. Tomorrow is his birthday, and he's super excited. I'll be working from home, so we'll have a great day together :)

Karma's Still Bein' a Bitch

Yesterday I allowed myself to sit back and say, "Today is a good day." Little did I know that karma still wasn't done settling her stankin ass score with me. Okay, so once when I was in high school, a friend and I locked the door at Dunkin Donuts and an old guy got stuck because he didn't have a free hand to unlock it. We sat back and laughed, even though it was terrible. I like to think I'm a better person now, alright?

So how's karma get me? The car wouldn't start yesterday afternoon when I needed to pick up my kiddies. After a massive panic and then my whines of, "Why? Why me?" I gave up and took the bus home. Hubs couldn't decide between trying to figure out what's wrong or just having it towed in. So still it sits in the same place. Tried jumping it, didn't work. I'm told there's no power in the battery, but still skeptical about why it would happen like that in a car that's not even 2 years old. *sigh*

But on the bright side, the one thing that made my day completely was that Belly got a sticker for good behavior, and a letter home from his teacher stating he had a "much better" day :)

Follow Up to THAT Parent

So Hubs decided to back off after meeting with the teacher, even though he wasn't thrilled by her response. All she would ask is, "How can we make Isaiah happy?" His fear is that since their pre-k classes are at capacity, if we ask for a transfer they may not have ROOM to transfer him, then that will cause problems all by itself. So fine. I agreed to wait on that.
This morning though, the director of childhood development stopped me and we chatted for a few minutes. I told her of my concerns, and as I was saying that Hubs had met with the teacher, Mrs. Teacher walked out and saw/heard me. You'd think she'd come over and say, "Hey I'm glad we're working on this together" or "We're GOING to work on this"??? Nope, she just turned the corner and kept going. Well, at least she knows I've got my eye on her. She's probably paranoid now!

Friday will be Isaiah's 5th birthday. It's just amazing to me how fast it all goes by.

Misc.

When asked about Columbus, my godson yelled, "It's nobody! It's just a day we don't have to go to school!"

At a family gathering, my nephew brought his girlfriend over. At some point I looked over and realized she was sitting all by herself because she doesn't speak any Spanish. I saw myself about 12 years ago, and remembered how thankful I was when my future brothers in law would come to my rescue. So I kept her company.

This weekend I battled a cold, canker sore AND a yeast infection. Karma's a bitch.

Today at the store, the check out woman ID'd me because I was buying beer. Oh yes, beer and Halloween candy, cause that's how I roll. Anyway, she was skeptical because she said I didn't look a day over 17 and my ID says I'm thirty. I thought that was funny.

My uncle called me this morning and for some reason, asked me who I'm voting for. I'm even wearing my Obama shirt today but I suppose he couldn't have known that over the phone. We got into a bit of a tiff on the phone over it, apparently he's lost his brain and is voting for McCain. I told him that IL is a Democratic state, so it doesn't matter if he votes for freakin Chuck Norris, because Obama will carry our state easily. *humph!*

Today at work I found another person who loves European history as much as I do. I'm not a lonely nerd anymore!!