Holy Crap! I Have A Blog

I completely forgot about my blog. I haven't been here in ages. I have a lot to talk about I am sure, but as of right now I can't think of a thing. Maybe I will be back soon and start blogging again. It really is therapeutic.

And The Boy That Cried Wolf

A few nights ago I was laying in bed with Carter putting him to bed. We were talking about our day and he was telling me what was on his mind. Out of nowhere he said, "There are aliens on Saturn." I told him that there were no aliens on Saturn so then he asked me if there was a such thing as aliens. I said that some people believe that aliens exist and some people don't. He then asked me why some people did not believe that there were aliens, so I explained that some people don't believe in aliens because they have never seen them. I then went on to explain that just because we don't see things that doesn't mean that they exist, like God. the conversation went on like this:

Carter: "God is real!"

Me: "You are right, God is real and we believe he is real even though we have never seen him. And Jesus too."

Carter: "Jesus is real too! And Joseph and Mary and the boy that cried wolf!"

Yes, I Have Been Avoiding This Post Like The Plague, Thankyouverymuch

I still haven't gotten around to writing about what I have wanted to. One reason is, I really am having a hard time finding the words and the other is that I am not sure if I want to actually share it with the world. This is a public blog, for all of the world to see, but I might as well get it over with and air my laundry for all to see.

I took Carter for his well check up last week. While we were there I mentioned to the doctor that Carter has a eye twitch that he has been complaining about. I thought that maybe it could be eye strain and decided to have his vision checked. While I was talking to the doctor, Carter made this weird throat clearing sound that he does all the time. I told the doctor that he makes that noise all the time and it drives me up the wall. Shortly after that, they took Carter for some testing and the doctor came back and told me that Carter has Tourrette's Syndrome. Needless to say I was a but shocked. I asked the doctor if he thought it could get worse and he said it is possible, but most cases don't get as bad as what the media likes to show on TV. After researching it, I am now confident that Carter will have a normal childhood and we will be able to avoid medicating him for this. Even still, I have that nagging feeling in that back of my head that keeps whispering, "what if?"

Before all this happened, I had made an appointment to see my doctor for some anxiety issues that I have been having. That and dh threatened to smother me with a pillow if I didn't get help. So basically one day after I get Carter's diagnosis, I get diagnosed with OCD, Anxiety and Mild depression. My doctor put me on Pr*ozac and Cl*onopin (sp?). So apparently I am head case and dh is the only normal one in my family. Anyone that knows us knows the irony in that last statement.

So here is it, out there for everyone to see and judge.

Not Done Yet

Yes, I am going to leave you hanging again (sorry Amy!) I do have one more thing that I want to talk about, but I need a little bit of time to get my thoughts together.

First Day of School Pics:

I forgot to get him to pose with his backpack and lunchbox.

Carter Funny Of the Day:

Carter and I were sitting in my chair snuggling:

Me: I love you!

Carter: I know!

Me: How do you know?

Carter: 'Cause I am smarter than your average bear.

Yes you are son, yes you are.

Lots To Talk About

Sorry for the long delay in posting. Between football and everything else going on computer time is limited, and when I do have time, I just want to chill.

I left you hanging on my last post about Carter's teacher. Turns out it was not just an unflattering dress. I am a bit PO'ed about it, but there is not much that I can do. Next year I will make sure to request a teacher that will be there the whole year.

Carter is doing pretty good in school. He has had mostly good days so far and I hope it stays that way. The problem is that he is a clown and loves to make people laugh. His grades are pretty good. The biggest problem he has is that he gets in a hurry and doesn't complete all of his worksheets. I am a little frustrated with it, but I can't force him to finish everything when he does it at school.

He is amazing me with his reading skills. He reads so well already, so much better than last year. First grade seems to really be challenging him, in a good way.

I Hope It Was Just A Really Unflattering Dress

Carter had his First Grade orientation yesterday. My only hope was that he would get a teacher that was not pregnant this year. When we get to the class I notice the teacher has on a black dress that has that Empire Waistline (I think that is what it is called). So I start staring at her belly to see if I can see a bump under that dress. I couldn't really tell, but it kinda looks like she could be pregnant. I am a little irritated since last year Carter had a pregnant teacher and had a hard time with all the transitions that came with his first year in school. Not only was he having to get used to being in a structured learning environment, but he had a student teacher his first 6 weeks and the had to transition back to his regular teacher. Once he finally got that figured out, she went on maternity leave. He had a substitute teacher for 2 months that he took a long time getting used to and once he figured her out, his old teacher came back. It was awful. I hope this year is not going to be the same. Next year I am going to the principal and asking him to put Carter in a class with a teacher that can keep her damn legs closed.

Football

Carter started football last week, which is the reason for the lack of posting. Daycare also ended last week, a week and a half before school starts, so he has been staying with my parents across town while dh and I work. School starts on Wednesday, so that will give me a few extra minutes in the day and save a crap load on gas.

As you know, we live in the south and football is it's own religion out here (I mean obviously, we start them in full pads/full tackle football at 5)! He has practice Monday, Tuesdays, and Thursdays from 6 to 8. He will have games on Saturday mornings, plus any extra practice that the coach might call during the week as well. Carter absolutely loves football so far, and all they have been doing is conditioning. They start full pad/ tackling on Monday, he is stoked. I am excited that we finally found a sport that he likes at all. We have done both soccer and baseball and they were both a bust. Apparently my child is a full contact sport type of kid. I guess we will do wrestling this winter.

I keep forgetting to bring my camera to Carter's football practice for pictures. I have one on my camera phone, but cannot email it to my computer. I hope i remember this week since they will have on the full practice uniform. He looks so cute all padded up.

First grade orientation is tomorrow. I am excited to meet his teacher. I pray that he has a good year this year. Last year was rough for him. The first 6 weeks of school he has a student teacher. Then she left and he had to transition to his regular teacher, who went on maternity leave. He got a sub for her maternity leave that he had to adjust to and then his old teacher came back. He had rough transitions the whole year. I hope this year is easier for him. I really hope that his teacher this year isn't pregnant. If she isn't, I may give her the number of my gyn and let her know that he can prescribe birth control for her. I KID!!!!

Oh Sh*t

On two separate occasions:

#1

We have the ferrets out running around for their daily exercise. Dh is trying to get the litter boxes down, but apparently isn't fast enough and Malachi empties his bowels in the corner.

Carter with his hand on his hips says: "Daddy! Malachi just shit in the corner!"


#2

Carter is in his playroom going through one of his toy boxes looking for a particular toy. I hear him fart and all of the sudden he runs to the bathroom. I hear him pull down his pants and sit on the toilet. He then mumbles to himself, "Whooo! I almost shit my pants!"

Oh well, at least he is using it in the right context.