Fearsome Fours?

So, let’s be honest.  The Threes haven’t exactly been a cake walk.  Sure, we’ve had some amazing conversations and Phoebe’s personality has truly blossomed, but at the same time… oh man. You know what I’m talking about, right?  So many tantrums and so much drama.  I understand that it’s a difficult age and they’re learning about their feelings and emotions and blah blah blah.  I can’t tell you how tired I am of being called a Poopy Head or having to deal with the mood swings or the screaming all because I didn’t unbuckle her first or didn’t get her the right color of cup.

Even though I know it isn’t true, tell me that the Terrible Threes never turn into the Fearsome Fours or whatever it is you call it. Sigh.  Truly, I think that sex education classes should just ask parents to bring in their 2 and 3 year olds so that teens can get a taste of what they’d be experiencing should they decide not to practice safe sex.

I know, it’s exhausting and often exasperating, but it’s not all bad.  Phoebe and I do have some excellent imaginative discussions – often revolving her 5 children.  Apparently her second child who is named Watermelon (or is that her third child?) is the ornery one who often gets into trouble.

She also informed her teachers that she has dance class in the evenings… she doesn’t.  I’m looking into it, but right now there is a conflict with their swimming lessons and quite frankly all that stuff starts to get expensive.  We’ll have to stick with dance sessions in the living room and hope that keeps her somewhat happy for now.

Oh, this girl.  She’s going to keep us on our toes, I think.

Bowser… or Princess Peach?

I feel like we need to find a better way to figure out if Bowser (our Bearded Dragon) is truly male or female. We’ve checked a couple of times, but the flashlight method requires a brighter flashlight, I think.  So… that..  Haha. I really need to take some updated photos to show just how much our little dragon has grown because he (we’ll just keep going with that for now) has been eating a ton and shedding quite a lot.  You can kind of see how much he’s grown when you compare the first pictures with the ones I have from a couple of weeks ago.

Seriously, who knew a lizard could be so cute?  I love when it’s night time and you can open up his tank – so much easier now with his upgraded pad – and give him a little pet between the eyes and he just blissfully closes them.  Haha. Sleeping dragons are adorable, by the way.

I think we’ll hold off on any other pets for now what with how much time it takes to feed and take care of the ones we have already.  Time to really start looking for that house on some acreage, I suppose.

Week In Review – Sick With Lots of Legos

Happy Monday!

Linking up with Meghan from Clean Eats, Fast Feets for another Week in Review!

Last week was an interesting one.  It was rainy and kind of bleh and I managed to catch a summer cold from who knows where.  There’s nothing worse than spending two days in bed when you’re sick, am I right?  I knew my health was truly making a turn for the better when Phoebe told me I didn’t sound too weird anymore. Ha! Thankfully I had cats to keep me company during the day and at night the munchkins.

Lots of soup this week, though, and tea with honey and a touch of bourbon or rum in the evening.

It was also a really rough week for Phoebe’s Barbies and Princess dolls.  There was some major partying going on and for some reason most of them are not into wearing clothes anymore.

A video game arrived that I am very much looking forward to playing this Friday night on Twitch!

I was feeling better by Friday and on Saturday we started putting together a massive Lego Disney castle because it was finally on sale and oh so magical.

It is massive and still under construction since I haven’t had enough uninterrupted time to really make headway.

Vega has enjoyed hanging out in my office, however, so I guess there’s that. I haven’t been letting them in lately because one of them was peeing, so I’m taking my chances.

I also had to take Ziggy to the vet this weekend because it looked like she might have a UTI and they are indeed going to put her on antibiotics (I just got the call) because she had a really large amount of bacteria in her sample.  Thankfully she’s fairly cooperative even when being forced to do something she doesn’t like, whether it be taking medicine or getting a thermometer shoved up her butt.  Oh the indignity.

Uff. Da. This One’s for the Cats.

I think one of my least favorite things has to be a summer cold. Normally I would love to spend 2 days in bed, but I’d rather not be sick and I’d rather it be winter so it’s easier to get cozy.  That is my excuse for missing two days of blogging, not that anyone is keeping track aside from me.  If you are, however, keeping track, I do apologize for my absence.

At least the cats enjoyed my time at home this week, when I saw them, that is.  They all have their own spots that they prefer to nap, and only spent a small portion of time with me. Probably because I kept getting too hot and didn’t want a warm fuzzball making me even hotter.

The cats are all good, though, if just a tad nutty.  Ziggy has definitely been a little different lately and I’m assuming it might just be old age?  We have a litter box in our bathroom now so she doesn’t have to go all the way downstairs anymore. She’s been a lot more vocal as well, though and meowing to go outside on the deck a lot, which is really unlike her.

Even more unlike her is the fact that it’s rained and she’ll still go out on the deck not even caring. She seems fine, otherwise.  Uzi is very much just Uzi.  Cuddly as always and doesn’t care who gives him attention. He’ll gladly snuggle up to the kids if they’ll let him.

Vega is also very much Vega… into everything, but also very often my shadow.  She is very much still playful like a kitten, but is mellowing out ever so slightly, which is good since the kids are still iffy about her and the other cats are not fans of her wrestling proclivities since she outweighs them by double.

Poor Big Bertha… she gets no love. :p

Kindergarten Thoughts…

One month. No, less than a month and we will have a kindergartner on our hands.  This should not be having such an emotional effect on me, but it is. It makes sense that moms who have had their kids home with them since they were babies would be emotional, but he’s been in day care since he was 6 weeks old. Six weeks.  That sounds so young now.  At the time I was so conflicted about leaving him. I really had no choice, but while part of me was loath to be separated from him, the other part of me was also glad to have space and adult interaction.

Now he’s five and asking about when it will be September. He’s so excited and therefore I need to be just as excited for him. But, oh the anxiety that is for some reason creeping in.  That feral part of me wants to protect him from everything, but I know that I have to just step back and watch him go. Maybe it’s harder because it won’t be me putting him on that bus every day?  I feel like I’m losing so much time with them by having to work and I would love more than anything to be able to drive him to school and pick him up, or at the very least to wait with him at the bus stop with his sister and excitedly be there when he gets home.

Sigh.

Anyway, I never did share any pictures from his preschool graduation, did I?

Oh this boy.  Sometimes we’re too much alike.  More and more we’re starting to find a better middle ground. We’re both hot headed at times and need our space.  I can always count on him to be a champion for whoever needs it, though.  Whether it’s protecting his sister from a bully on the playground or trying to keep everyone out of the room while I have quiet time.  You’ll do fine… we’ll do fine.