43 Months

Dear Bugamug,

Look at me I’m actually on time…don’t get used to it. It’s been a month and it seems a long one at that. Your dad and I are at our wits end with you and your ‘oh no’ reports from school. The level of frustration is at its all time high. We’ve taken away TV, treats, you go to bed right after dinner without a story or me or your dad laying with you for 5 minutes. BOY!!! I’ve dangled sleeping in our bed AND playing with Kolby Davis and that still doesn’t trigger a change. Your dad called you in your classroom and that seemed to help. I tried this today since your dad is on a business trip in Ve.gas…we will see.

We are going to try Kar.ate in the next couple of weeks to see if you need an outlet for your energy and we believe that will provide more structure. Unfortunately your mom had the same issues and they greatly subsided when I joined soccer. Luckily we’re trying this kar.ate thing at 4 instead of 8. Cause good lord…we would probably make you walk to school both ways naked and if you kept this up for the next 4 years. For those parental activist groups I am just kidding…I would let him wear underware.

Now that is out of the way…I can talk about all the good things that happened this month. We went to Granny’s for her birthday that coincided with our monthly visits. You were very happy to see her and gave her a lot of hugs and she ate them all up. Papa was there in his blue jumper and that other boy Donald also made an appearance. You and the puppy Abby added A LOT of noise to nominally much quiet house. Abby likes to chase you around the living room and bark and you squeal. This went on…and on…to where the noise was too much for me to bare. Poor Granny and Papa…I think they were ready for us to leave sooner than later.

It seems you are finally reacquainted with your room and you don’t come down EVERY night and try to weasel you way into our bed. Also you’ve managed to stay in your bed after we put you down instead of the previous two hours later still trying to get you to go to bed. “I need some water”, “I need to go to the bathroom”, “MOM…MOM…cover me up!”. Good lord son…you almost drove me to drinkin.

You and your dad have had some great bonding time of late. I think it has been great for you, especially when your brother arrives you and your dad will be hanging out a lot more. I love to hear of all the things you guys do together…there is just some things mom doesn’t think of and thankfully you have a dad that does and I can tell you enjoy every minute of your time with him.

We went to the zoo with your Ms Jodie, Mr. Bryan, Miss. Nicole, Mr. Danny, Landon, Mr. Max, Ms, Melyssa and Max. It was a BEAUTIFUL day the weather was warm enough but not HOT. Most of the animals were out (the ones in cages too) and we had a good time. You are the oldest of the three boys, all about 1.5 apart and you so get a kick out of seeing them do what you do…even if you get in trouble because I know you like seeing them get in trouble too!

This past weekend we went to Moody Gardens, your first trip and I haven’t been there in 6 years. It is nice, pricey but nice. We went to the Aquarium and the Rainforst pyramid. Yeah…you weren’t interested. You had more fun just running about, especially since the floor sloped down the entire way…gotta love gravity and the sensation of running fast and running over everything in your path. Excuse him…Seth Allen…excuse him…Seth Allen. That was the theme of the afternoon. Good grief boy you are challenging. As we were leaving Ms. Melyssa spotted a playground and you boys went to town. We could have saved our money and just played there for four hours. We ended up at dinner at Cas.ey’s on the seawall and I had had enough. WHERE is your OFF BUTTON. You would not be quiet. Where do you get it? You didn’t even fall asleep on the way home…did you forget you DID NOT have a nap? Thankfully mom thought ahead and bought you a new DVD and that occupied you for the entire way home. I would kiss the person that invented the portable DVD player if he/she were standing in front of me…tongue and everything. Ok...I digress…I’ll save that for my blog. I apologize son.

Things heard at the dinner table from a certain 3.5 year old.

“Dad…this dinner is good…or shall I say Honey…this dinner is good.”

The hubby and I were hugging in the kitchen, said 3.5 yr old “awe”.

I’ll have to ask your dad about the few more that currently escapes me. Oh you listen…and you listen good you just choose not to listen when you want to.

By the by I love you very much. Challenges and I all I wouldn’t have you any other way than you are…except perhaps the listening and minding part. :D

Love,
Mom