The Beginning

Well, It's begun. I decided to finally sit down and start a blog. I think it's been a "work in progress" for going on two years. The straw that broke the camel's back is definitely my children- and the fact that most of the stories I have about them, I can't share publicly. My son, Carter, is quite the character. Sometimes, I wonder if he is what most would consider "normal"... or if we have something to worry about. Maybe that's a concern most parents have... although I'm beginning to think our concern may be a little larger than others. For example... He morphs into a large dinosaur- preferably of the carnivorous species, whenever he meets someone new. Usually this happens in front of young girls- like a mating ritual. He lets out a large "RAWWWWWR!!!!"- bends over- shakes his butt (tail), terrifies them, and they go running in the opposite direction. I then have to explain to them and their parents that my four year old thinks he is part dinosaur. This is not his most unusual behavior though. I did use the words "Ninja-Rap" in my blog title didn't I?... and I did for good reason. If it doesn't have Vanilla Ice or DMX in it, then to Carter, it isn't "good music". He prefers to bark or growl to his music at 6 in the morning, on all fours, while we are still asleep. He is the best at waking up everyone in the house by doing this. Or- he will be nice enough to put headphones on, so all we hear is his barking but no music. I wouldn't mind it so much- I could find ear plugs- BUT we have a one year old too, and she could sleep til about 9 if it wasn't for Sir Mix A Lot in the living room...

Last year, preschool was successful, he was one of the smartest in his class- intellectually... but you know what they say- the smart get bored... In one ear and out the other goes directions. Four can be a hard age. I'm terrified to see what he's like this year when he goes back to school in a few weeks. He has picked up some crazy habits. He asked me to tell his new teacher to call him "Dinosaur Carter", and to get him a Medium-size T-Rex tattoo on his neck so they won't forget his new name... seriously WHY ME?!?

Oh- and he's extremely picky with his clothes... extremely picky. "White is not me." "TOO BIG!" "It touches my elbows!" "Those socks are poking me!" "I wore those shorts on EASTER!!" .... Just a few of the things I hear on a pretty much daily basis. I'm at a point where Xanax with my Spark in the morning would start coming in handy before we pick out his clothes. Oh Em Gee. Seriously. I've told a couple people I've checked out... and I totally think that's about the only thing left to do to some point. Embrace the mess- he's only little for so long... and someday he will realize- he had some rad clothes when he was four and he refused to wear them and picked out Scooby fucking Doo shirts instead. Every Day. Every. Single. Day. Disney character shirts. He can hate me now and apologize later. I can accept it.

Till next time.