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In bed w Ben tonight I said " Benny we need to go on another date soon. Maybe two. I think we should go on two more bf school starts." Silence. Then he said quietly and a little sadly, "I didn't want you to say that word. Because I'm worried about it." 😢 And so the pit in my stomach arrives. And my mama heart breaks.

What are little boys made of? What are little boys made of?        Snips and snails         and puppy dogs' tails That's what little boys are made of. Ben got this motorcycle today as part of the summer reading program at the Spicer Library. He fell asleep with it tightly wrapped in his hand. It made me think of this old nursery rhyme.  I changed it a little. :) What are little boys are made of? What are the little boys made of?      Motorcycles, guns       and knees with skuns That's what little boys are made of

I'm a bit backlogged.  My kids keep growing up and I can't keep up!  So suddenly I have a 7, 5, and 3 year old.  I remember when Meredith was just born and people would ask about our kids and their ages.  We'd say, "They are 4, 2, and New."  Boy were those days exhausting.  Soon they were 5, 3, and 1 - still exhausting.  Then 6, 4, and 2 - oh, hmm, what's this...some light waaaaay at the end of that tunnel?  And now I tell people my kids are 7, 5, and 3.  It's strange to hear it coming out of my mouth since I still feel like I just graduated from college.  And so in my time-warped mind I cannot reconcile having a 7, 5, and 3 year old while still feeling like I'm 22 years old.  Aside from all this confusion about when and how I suddenly became almost 40 years old, I love this stage of life!  It's still crazy at times, but so much fun.  The boys can bike (my running days with the triple jogger stroller are over.  Mixed emotions on that point, but it

I started to write about Meredith and her Nuk way back in mid-may.  This is kind of old news at this point but I need to document it for my sake.  :)  She is done with her Nuk...and has been since May 17th  But just a few nights ago, while rocking in the chair in her room, in a half sleep, she opened her eyes and said "Nukky.  I want my nukky!"  People said she'd forget about it after a day or two, but that was not the case.  She begged for a nukky for weeks after she last had it.  It was quite a comfort for her...(addiction?!).  I have told a few people that I almost wanted to give it back to her for MY sake...so she would still seem like a baby.  The nuk was the Last Thing - the last thing that tied her to being my little baby, instead of a little girl.  I didn't mind transitioning out of nursing, diapers, pull ups, her changing table, her crib....but the nuk was hard. Mer would put that thing in her mouth and nestle into me and she was instantly at peace.  The two

Biking through mud puddles in undies.  Boys will be boys.  And Benny will be Benny.