Well, our 2010-2011 school year is off to a bang up start. Fraser was supposed to have orientation this morning. I say "supposed" since somehow I confused the times for Fraser's orientation and what would have been Hammie's orientation had we decided to send him to school this year, the 
end result of which was that we completely missed Fraser's orientation. I felt completely horrible when his teacher called since Fraser had really been looking forward to orientation, but by far the worst part was when I told Fraser that we had missed it and he started to cry. I have never ever felt like such a bad mother before. So, now I allowing him to watch Curious George since I feel so horrifically guilty, and I am taking everyone to the park for a picnic lunch after Eleanor wakes up from her nap to try to make it up to Fraser. Nice job mommy.
end result of which was that we completely missed Fraser's orientation. I felt completely horrible when his teacher called since Fraser had really been looking forward to orientation, but by far the worst part was when I told Fraser that we had missed it and he started to cry. I have never ever felt like such a bad mother before. So, now I allowing him to watch Curious George since I feel so horrifically guilty, and I am taking everyone to the park for a picnic lunch after Eleanor wakes up from her nap to try to make it up to Fraser. Nice job mommy.This lovely emotional kick in the face comes hard on the heals of my packing up all our baby clothes to give away yesterday too (of course). I actually wasn't feeling too sad about packing up Eleanor's things, I guess because I still see her as a baby, just a bigger baby. Packing up Fraser and Hammie's things was pretty much torture though. It broke my heart to put all their tiny little clo
thes with the doggies and dinosaurs and dump trucks on them into plastic bags. I think the end of the summer, when I already am in tears at least once a day about the fact that time is going too fast, was perhaps not the very best time to start accepting that my babies are no longer babies. So now I am feeling pretty much like a bug squished into some gum on the bottom of some one's shoe. Let's hear it for September.
thes with the doggies and dinosaurs and dump trucks on them into plastic bags. I think the end of the summer, when I already am in tears at least once a day about the fact that time is going too fast, was perhaps not the very best time to start accepting that my babies are no longer babies. So now I am feeling pretty much like a bug squished into some gum on the bottom of some one's shoe. Let's hear it for September.Meanwhile, it is a perfectly beautiful day outside, and I intend to salvage as much of it as possible for myself and my children. Lunch is packed and Eleanor's snoring seems to be getting softer, a sure sign she will be waking up in (hopefully) a much better mood. Poor Eleanor is cutting a new tooth and unlike her first 5, she isn't ha
ndling this one gracefully at all. She started standing up on her own, and pushing her walking toy for the first time last week. She also figured out how to climb off her mattress on the floor, so we had to move her into a crib last weekend, so September has been a really big month for Eleanor so far too. That may explain why this tooth thing is just the straw that turned my usually happy baby into a real crankle puss.
ndling this one gracefully at all. She started standing up on her own, and pushing her walking toy for the first time last week. She also figured out how to climb off her mattress on the floor, so we had to move her into a crib last weekend, so September has been a really big month for Eleanor so far too. That may explain why this tooth thing is just the straw that turned my usually happy baby into a real crankle puss.Okay, no more snoring, now whimpering, soon to be followed by screaming. Oh well, perhaps the picnic will brighten her day too!
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