New Park

It was another day so time to explore and find yet another park. We decided to check out a park in Montgomery. It was recommended to me by another mom in MOPS. Checked it out on mapquest and away we went.
It's a terrific little park complete with two play areas, a sand box, 2 basketball courts, a baseball field and a soccer field. There are also walking streams and a bridge over a little river where the boys could throw stones.
It was a beautiful and sunny day (even though a bit chilly when the wind blew). There were three other moms at the park when we arrived. My boys started playing right away and I tried to discreetly get into the conversations with the other moms. In no time at all I had met all three moms and their boys. There were only boys, crazy!
It was interesting for me to sit back and watch as two of the boys, who are classmates in preschool, somewhat ganged up on Jameson. At one point I even heard one of the boys making fun of him and mocking what he said. It totally broke my heart but I realize that it what happens and I didn't jump up and knock the kids to the ground, even if that was what I really wanted to do. (Heck, you can't deny a mother's protective instincts.)
Besides, I've dealt with an aggressive kid so I know what it's like to be the mom of the troublemaker. I am proud to say that I didn't jump up and say anything and I let the kids work it out on their own.
Although, when Jameson and I had our bed time talk, I asked him if he liked the new park that we found. He said that he did. I asked him if there was anything he didn't like about the park. He told me that he didn't like it when the other boys crashed into his trucks in the sandbox. Then he looked at me and said, "I'll just say, "Please no crash don't into my trucks."" I knew what he meant. He was listening when I told him that earlier, another proud moment. These sure make the less than proud moments that much more insignificant.

Bedtime Talks

I love cuddling up with Jameson after I've tucked him in bed so we can just "talk". He's so much fun at this age so I really cherish this time with him. It also allows just Mommy and Jameson time without the distractions of anything else.
Tonight, as we were laying there, Jameson said, "Jesus wants everybody to go to Heaven". I agreed. Then he looked at me and said, "Can we drive to Heaven Mommy?". "No sweetie, we can't."
Oh how my heart melts.

Laughs

Thank you to all who believed my false post from yesterday. It's amazing how fast things spread. :)
Just to confirm, I am NOT NOT NOT pregnant. I am NOT having a baby. It was a joke. A rather funny one too!
Thanks for making me laugh. :)

And Baby Makes Five

Here's hoping for a girl.....not sure if I can handle another boy.
Due date: October 13th.

My Poor Munchkin

I got a phone call while waiting for pokey to get through my groceries. It was James saying that Jameson had gotten a fat lip. I heard Jameson crying in the background but I didn't think it was too bad, he's done it before.
As soon as I opened the door when I got home, Jameson started bawling. I put down my bags and went to find him. He was on the sofa, wrapped up in a blanket, with ice in a towel next to him. He was so sad. I can just imagine that he couldn't wait for me, his main provider of comfort, to come home to him. It broke my heart. His big brown eyes were overflowing with tears and he was obviously in pain. He eventually stopped chewing on his lip long enough to give me a look. It sure was swollen. His upper lip was huge. The inside had been bloody too as there was evidence of dried blood on his finger. (He probably sucked on it.)
It was so sad. :( I just wanted to take all the pain away from him and take it on myself. I scooped him up in my arms and rocked him. (Not so easy to do but something I'm not ready to give up. I know he's not ready to give it up either.)
I told him that I think icecream sandwiches really make fat lips feel better. (I don't need any lectures about comfort food and how I'm setting my child up for a life long battle with snacking. He was sad and I wanted him to feel better. Besides, how many people wouldn't want ice cream if their lip hurt?!?!?!) We went to the table where he slowly ate his delectable treat. It took him twice the time it normally takes him to eat it. Poor thing, he was obviously in pain. He would start crying spontaneously, obviously when he hit it again or the pain increased. It was such a heart breaking time.
After doing a puzzle together we headed upstairs for bed. I even let him skip the chore of brushing his teeth. (I also don't need any lectures about cavities!!)
While getting ready for bed he was quite thirsty so he gestured for me to get him some water. I think he momentarily forgot about his lip because he went to take a drink and the action of sucking on his sippy cup brought back a surge of pain. Poor munchkin. :(
I calmed him once again. We read our new Thomas book (thanks to a clothing and toy swap at MOPS today) and said our prayers. Jameson wanted me to pray for him since his mouth hurt and it was difficult to talk. He was already developing some gestures to get his point across. I prayed for him both in words but also asking for him to be healed. Stellan also mumbled out something about having Jameson feel better.
After tucking Stellan into bed (he only likes me to do it, James is only "allowed" if I'm not home and even then it's under much duress) I headed back to Jameson's room. "Lay with me Mommy". That's not something I normally do nor is it something I want to start but I'll do anything for my sad or sick children. I crawled in bed next to him and hoped that the food that needed to go in the fridge could wait until my baby was feeling better.

Grocery Shopping

I had to get some quick groceries so I decided to go to a Shop Rite that is not far from here. I had never been there before so it's always a challenge navigating a new store. I managed just fine and got everything I needed. I went to the check out to find that, once again, I've chosen the slowest cashier in the world. Maybe he was new, or else just an idiot.
Anyway, I handed the guy my wonderful shopping bags and he looked a bit confused. I told him they were for the groceries. (They look just like any other re-useable grocery bag.) He didn't know where to put them. (Uh, at the end of the line? Just a suggestion....might make it easier to actually put the scanned groceries in them.)
He scanned through all of my items and then stood there looking lost for a minute. Then he started packing my groceries in the standard plastic bags. I reminded him that I brought bags so he switched over. In the mean time, I'm just standing there watching. I refused to pack. It is not my job. That is what he gets paid for. That is part of the reason my groceries cost so much, it helps to cover his hourly wages (as minimal as they may be). I know the ladies behind me were getting upset but I really don't care. This is my personal stand and I'm not backing down. Besides, if he had half a brain in his head he would realize how much more efficient it is to simply put the items in the bag as soon as they are scanned. Sure, that takes a bit of forethought in knowing the order in which things should be placed in a bag but it's truly not brain surgery. I've seen it done and it was quite successful.
Oh wait, I've only ever seen women cashiers do it. It totally makes sense now.
No offense guys. :)