Kids

Hello.

Mierda. That's what I feel like right now. I would Babelfish Mierda, so I can list it in a gazzillion different languages here, but I don't think they have the word shit in their translation database. It's really a shame don't you think?

8 years with him and lately I look at the fruit of my labour and wonder…who is this kid????

My little guy is getting big into music and there are three things in life he wants to be right now.

1. A rap artist
2. A reggae artist
3. A ninja

On number 3, I tell him it's all up to him and how far he takes his martial arts. On number 2, his favorite reggae artists are all old school. He's learning from the roots so that's a good thing. But on number 1, well I'm worried. I don't think it's right he should even think about rap unless he knows the history on that as well. Is that taking things too far? Not when you consider he could be listening to the crap this guy is putting out.

Your cries were tiny as you gasped your first breathes of air. They lay you beside my head and I cried at how beautiful you were. Unlike some new mommies who worry that they will not love their new babies when they finally arrived, I already knew and felt tremendous love for you as you grew in my belly. Yet I was not prepared to feel that love increase a thousand fold and grow so firmly cemented the moment you quieted, turned your face to me and opened your eyes wide at the sound of my voice.

Thinking that possibly we both had been schooled at the cost of $365.00 made my stomach feel icky. Especially since mommy has been neglectful in not buying things she would really like to buy for herself!

So I wrote not too long ago that I have my son back into martial arts. The first three classes have been forms practice and kicking/punching a cushioned target. Finally, now that the entire class had sparring gear, last week was the first time they all got to try out their moves...

*gulp*

...on each other!

A few ladies in the office were running a pool this morning. The pool being, what time "I" would receive a flower delivery today. At stake was a box of See's candy.

I'm sorry to announce, no one won the candy because I didn't receive any flowers!

Oh well. I guess they'll all just have to share the box of See's and I'm gonna have to buy my own damn flowers.

I have pretty much given up the hopes for an overly romantic Valentine's Day. Which is kinda fine and it's kinda not. Because who is picking up the slack for the overly romantic missing in my life? The WeeOne!

The moon last night, she was lovely! She was poised in the east sky most of the evening and I had a perfect view of her out of my bedroom window.

*sigh*

Speaking of moons, my little fella started up karate again. While he remembers all his moves from classes last year, the poor guy is a bit awkward, being that my little guy isnt so little for a seven year old. He seems to have half the grace of the other 7 year olds who are half his size. Trade offs, I know. But still Im a proud mommy when I watch him do his ready stances, strong horse, high-mid-low blocks, kicks and punches.