You may or may not know that we have been busy doing preschool at home this fall. This week's preschool theme was Homes. We are learning about different shapes, sizes, and kinds of homes. Today, the kids traced around "home items", like screwdrivers, scissors, tape, forks, and toothbrushes. B was so proud of his masterpiece that he hung it on Papa's wall, hoping to surprise him with his artistic talent.
Instead, when Papa walked into his office, we heard, "Agghh. What the heck is that!?"

Of course, we (the kids and I) saw that it was obviously a scissors, but apparently, Pops saw something different.

And now I think he questions my choice in academic topics.

It Worked!

I stopped eating dairy, and it seems that someone has replaced the crying, gassy kid with a happy, mostly-sleeping kid.

Milk

Today, B said, "Mom! Look at M! He is awake and he is not crying!"
So, that has been our life here. Crying baby.
All. The. Time.
Unless he is sleeping.
I am currently not eating dairy. Lots of websites say that milk products give breastfeeding babies tummy aches. We'll see how it works out for us.
I might go a little crazy.

Grandma

Today, I brought M to school with me. His first class! He was completely silent during the entire 2 1/2 hours, except one, tiny baby sneeze.
While I was waiting for class to start, a girl whom I would have assumed was close to my age, exclaimed (for at least three people to hear), "Oh, he is so cute! Is he your grand baby!?" I would insert a few colorful choice words right now, but I think that too many people from church read this, so I will just say that that question was REALLY upsetting for me. When people look at me, their first assumption is that I am the GRANDMA?! Did my few years of smoking and not-too-hard partying really age me that much? I am not even an obsessive tanner.

Sheesh.

So.

That's me today...constantly looking in the mirror to note the wrinkles around my eyes and my slightly sagging skin.

Crap.