It's Been a While

I know it's a good sign, when, after months of feeling too insanely busy to write, I get the urge again.

Here I am.

Oops, I have to interrupt this blog post to tell you something. Predictably, as I sit down to blog for the first time since October, Mr. 5 Year Old just came downstairs, all sleepy-eyed, clutching beloved Bear and Bear's pocketbook.

Yes, you read that correctly.

Bear has a pocketbook. It is my old teal pocketbook that I carried everyday for two years until I changed to a new one this past January. Buddy immediately wanted to know what I was going to do with my now-discarded purse, and he informed me that it could be "Bear's pocketbook". It's so darn cute. I mean, how many more years will I have of my son lovingly toting around his favorite bear in a pocketbook? Not many, I'm sure.

Which brings me to the other cute things he and Rosie have said and done lately that I wanted to write about. Recently, we took Buddy for a bike ride at DAR State Forest, and I was talking to him about my memories of going camping there with my grandparents. I told him how my gram and I used to take night walks, and find glow worms on the sides of the road. Later, when he was retelling this story to Rosie, it came out like this:

"Mommy and her Gammy used to see glow girls at DAR". Commence hysterical laughing. Glow girls?? Buddy, you are too much! I love when they get words mixed up.

Another day, I took Rosie to a dental cleaning, and told her we had to swing by the pediatrician's office to pick up a copy of Buddy's physical, so we could register him for Kindergarten at her school. As we were leaving the dentist office, Rosie says:

"Don't forget, mom. We have to go to the doctor's office to cash register Buddy for Kindergarten."

I had to ask her to repeat it. Then I got it: she's always heard me say "cash register" but never "register" by itself, so that was the only way she knew how to process that word.

I had to write these things before I forgot, because if there is one common refrain from older mothers in my life, it has been: "Write these things down! You think you'll remember them forever, but you will forget!"

I don't want to forget these sweet days of Rosie ending 1st grade (how do we already have 2 years of school under our belt? Gulp!) and Buddy's last days of preschool. Rosie seems more mature and wise by the day, and Buddy, well, he's still my baby, although he doesn't like when I tell him that.

Here's to more writing (hopefully) and more remembering!