to answer aunt doot...
not dead, just chin deep in all things child related. We made a quick trip to San Angelo last week when Lynn was in Houston. Then Lynn bought Logan the new Teen Titans game for PS2 over the weekend and we have been obsessed with it ever since. I don't feel too guilty about it because it is miserably hot out right now and there is a good bit of reading involved too. See, air conditioned, educational AND entertaining. Ahem.
It's ridiculous. Completely ridiculous. Logan and I (with Caleb in my lap with his own unplugged controller) sit down and pick our players. I'm Starfire because her weapons are way cool and Logan is usually Cyborg, but sometimes Robin or Beast Boy. We start the game and become entranced immediately. Before I know it an hour and a half...okay, almost TWO hours have passed and we're oblivious. After today's round I have decreed we will set the timer and when the timer goes off we will turn it off and put everything away. Then we'll actually do something enriching. Not that video games with the kiddos aren't enriching...they build hand-eye coordination, right? It's mother/son/son bonding time!
But really, we're going to pick back up on the kindergarten prep stuff for the rest of the month. Logan starts kindergarten on August 15th! I'm already dreaming about it...about how he'll stroll right into the classroom, walk up to the first kid he sees and say, "Hi, my name's Logan. What's yours?" In the meantime I'll be a blubbering idiot down the hall. I don't want to be a blubbering idiot because I want Logan to see that I am thrilled and proud for him to be starting kindergarten (I'm already getting teary as I type this...sigh). So in my dreams I'm lecturing myself: it's only kindergarten, really, it's not like he's off to college already; you're going to see him at 3:30 and you'll wonder where the day went; you don't want to upset him on his first day of school, etc. At the same time Logan is telling me how much fun he is having; every last detail about his new best friends; how cool it was to eat lunch in the cafeteria. Hopefully I'll come to terms with this in time to be a dry-eyed, happy mom and not a bleary-eyed, splotchy-red-faced, happy mom.
Aside from all that excitement my mail carrier delivered some fabulous, surprise (the best kind!) packages over the last few days too. Pictures and such to come shortly!
It's ridiculous. Completely ridiculous. Logan and I (with Caleb in my lap with his own unplugged controller) sit down and pick our players. I'm Starfire because her weapons are way cool and Logan is usually Cyborg, but sometimes Robin or Beast Boy. We start the game and become entranced immediately. Before I know it an hour and a half...okay, almost TWO hours have passed and we're oblivious. After today's round I have decreed we will set the timer and when the timer goes off we will turn it off and put everything away. Then we'll actually do something enriching. Not that video games with the kiddos aren't enriching...they build hand-eye coordination, right? It's mother/son/son bonding time!
But really, we're going to pick back up on the kindergarten prep stuff for the rest of the month. Logan starts kindergarten on August 15th! I'm already dreaming about it...about how he'll stroll right into the classroom, walk up to the first kid he sees and say, "Hi, my name's Logan. What's yours?" In the meantime I'll be a blubbering idiot down the hall. I don't want to be a blubbering idiot because I want Logan to see that I am thrilled and proud for him to be starting kindergarten (I'm already getting teary as I type this...sigh). So in my dreams I'm lecturing myself: it's only kindergarten, really, it's not like he's off to college already; you're going to see him at 3:30 and you'll wonder where the day went; you don't want to upset him on his first day of school, etc. At the same time Logan is telling me how much fun he is having; every last detail about his new best friends; how cool it was to eat lunch in the cafeteria. Hopefully I'll come to terms with this in time to be a dry-eyed, happy mom and not a bleary-eyed, splotchy-red-faced, happy mom.
Aside from all that excitement my mail carrier delivered some fabulous, surprise (the best kind!) packages over the last few days too. Pictures and such to come shortly!
posted by Amy at 10:33 AM
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