Today was Dylan’s first day of pre-school and many tears
were shed. However, they were not from us…
Let me start off by
saying I adore my first born; we have always been very close. I have always felt so grateful for Dylan. We
anticipated his arrival for years and were so excited when he decided to take
us on. He was the BEST baby. He made motherhood such a joy and the
transition into parenthood easy. Dylan
is sweet, smart and funny. He is, in
fact, responsible and for the most part well behaved… that being said, he is
driving me nuts!
Since he finished 3 year old pre-school last May, he has
been begging to go back. We have tried
to keep him distracted with parks, water parks, story time, bike rides and back
yard water toys, but nothing has taken his mind off of school. Almost every day this summer he has asked me
if he gets to go to school “tomorrow”. I am grateful he loves school but, early in
the summer I started wishing school was all year around.
It hasn’t just been his constant begging to return to school
that has worn me out; in general, it is him being 4. Noel hit the two year mark hard and fast and
this has been her toughest age so far.
She is coming out of the twos beautifully and I can see a light at the
end of the tunnel. Dylan being four has
been his toughest age. However, I will
be fare and say that we have had a lot of changes this year. We moved, I started babysitting, we switched
ward’s a few times (LDS church congregations), Dylan started school, I stopped
babysitting and we had a baby. I think
that could be cause for a kid to act out and yet still my patience is
thin.
I will be honest and admit it’s not all Dylan. I am exhausted and it seems the less energy I
have the more he has. I have stated on
this blog that I am not a morning person. I try with all my might to greet my children
with a smile in the mornings, but Dylan sometimes gets a frown simply because
he is very loud in the morning. My
mornings go a little something like this:
First off I have been up for the greater portion of the night nursing
the unquenchable thirst of a six week old.
She gained 2.5 pounds in two weeks…just to give you a visual. At just about 5:30, when I get the said baby
fed enough and back to sleep, my first born comes into my room declaring loudly
that “The sun woke up and it’s time for us to get out of bed”. By us he means me. He then will not leave my room and makes a
lot of racket until I get out of bed, which I do without yelling because I
don’t want to wake up my little emotional eater.
It is at 5:30 every morning that he wants pancakes. Not cereal, not toast, not oatmeal, not
anything but homemade pancakes. He is so
happy in the morning that he has no other way to express it other than by
running across the hardwood floors and telling me all the things we are going
to do. His list is as follows: Ride
bikes, go to the splash pad, see his friend Raine, go to school, eat hot dogs
and go to the store to buy him a new car. “Bikes yes, splash pad maybe and
everything else not today” is my usual response. As the day gets going he gets cuter, but in
the morning I just hear noise.
This summer Dylan stopped taking naps (though we had a good
run), discovered his love for leggos, hot dogs and ice cream. Dylan has enforced the rules that we are not
allowed to say hate or yell in the house.
(Note to self, don’t make rules you can’t follow) and he has learned
that singing church songs isn’t so bad after all. Dylan has grown and I know he will grow even
more under the direction of Miss Tess, his new teacher. For the most part, the reason I could not
shed a tear this morning is due to the fact that I am excited for Dylan. I am happy to see his love for school and for
him to get his wish to go back. He still
looks so small to me and the image of him walking into school with his oversized
looking backpack on his little back still hasn’t sunk in. As ready as I was for him to go back to
school, there was a bit of sadness, but I got over that when Noel burst into
tears declaring that she wanted to go to school and insisting that she go
“tomorrow”.
First Day!
