The Big DumpTruck

Well THAT was fast. Tee Ball is done for the season, and next year Junior will probably be good enough for instructional league, which is where they start getting a little more serious. We're going to practice throwing and catching this summer, which is where he could use the work. His batting is actually pretty decent. Must take after his dear old mom!

Junior is on my case about me staying home with him all summer. Which sounds great to both of us, but, well, unless the bank fairy wants to bling me with $10,000 (give or take) to cover the time between now and when he goes back to school, I'm afraid I'll be going to work every morning.

Trust me, there is nothing I want more than to be able to stay home with him this summer. I am aware that the older he gets, the less likely it will seem like a fun option to him. But I can't talk about that because it's too depressing.

So instead, I tell him if I don't go to work, we won't be able to put money in our Disneyworld fund, which has more of an impact on a six year old than "we won't be able to pay the mortgage," if you can believe it.

So if any of you were thinking of sending me a lot of money, now would be the time to do it. I just wanted to put that out there.

Well, the boy finished kindergarten. Not a lot of tears to be seen by the kids, and the moms I saw were holding it together. The kids are so excited about going to first grade that I don't think they're sad that they won't be going back to kindergarten.

I'm still amazed at how fast the year went by...

Today I met Junior at the elementry school he'll be attending next fall. They bussed all the kids over from the kindergarten, but there wasn't room for parents.

I get so emotional over things since becoming a mom. I mean, it's a tour of the school, and I could feel the sniffles starting with just some things they were saying about moving from the current school to the new school, and showing where he'll eat lunch, and where he'll have gym, and I'm looking at the kids going there thinking "but he's just a baby!" Except he's not. He's 6.5, he can play tee ball, he can read (pretty well, I must say), etc. etc. He is ready for first grade, doesn't want to have to wait all summer to start. Me, I could wait a few more years.

Tomorrow is his last day of kindergarten. Where the hell did the past year go? Didn't he just have his first day?

Every time I blow my nose, my sinus cavity follows up with this weird squeaking noise, which I have determined is the equivalent of pulling the end of a balloon taut so the air squeals on its way out. My nostrils are serving as the end of the balloon. *blow* eeeeEEEEeeeeeee

This is probably more than you wanted to know about my nose.

I'm okay with that.

The complacency of a summery afternoon pool party was only broken by...a wild turkey wandering around in the yard. It certainly is an adventure-a-minute at my sister's house. I have some video of the encounter, including a shot of it walking out of her garage, but I haven't yet grabbed the video or done any still photos. I was too lazy last night.

(Note: I looked up "complacency" to make sure I spelled it right, and based on the definition, I don't think I could have come up with a better word. I'm only sharing this with you in case you missed the perfection of my word choice. It means "self-satisfaction accompanied by unawareness of actual dangers or deficiencies")

We had a group birthday party (very small, really) for three kids with birthdays at the end of may and the beginning of June, and one of the presents was a seven foot tall rocket powered by water pressure. Well, it took a long time to get it set up and launched, and when we did....it promptly lodged itself about 70 feet up in a pine tree known around my sister's neighborhood as the Charlie Brown kite-eating tree. It already had a football, a baseball, and a big green playground ball...what did it need with a seven foot long rocket?