Actually it was a pretty great Saturday morning too.
He hates when I say this but isn’t he beautiful. He already prefers handsome, but frankly that just doesn’t cover this kid.
This not-so-little boy turned four yesterday. Where does the time go?! Preschoolers are frustrating and oh so wonderful all at once. Just keeps getting better.
Commiserating with my colleagues about how awful Charles de Gaulle airport is makes me miss my old job and the international travel that went with it terribly.
I am in second place in our Biggest Loser contest at work mainly becuase I have been cutting back on carbs and processed foods and trying to walk as much as possible (and also because my coworkers went insane with their calorie counting in the beginning and realized that starving themselves wasn’t sustainable). Last week I was out of town for work and ate terribly. Five Guys, Chili’s, Corner Bakery, Buffalo Wild Wing (including chocolate cake and ice cream) - I indulged in them all.
And somehow I lost three pounds since my last weigh in. WTF (in the best way possible of course). Apparently being stressed (two sick children, two hours away, with one very stressed daddy at home alone) is once again the best weight loss tool for me.
James has a magnetic personality. I’m not saying this to brag; it’s just the way it is. People young and old are drawn to him, and he seems to take it in stride. Skip and I have friends and are liked well enough, but I don’t think of either of us as being magnetic. But James is, and sometimes I marvel at that because I can’t relate to it. And sometimes I worry that this will be a kind of burden for him to bear (which may be ridiculous, but I’m somewhat of a worrier by nature).
I say all this as a preface to the fact that I’m worried that no one will come to James’ first real friend birthday party next week - not because he isn’t well liked, but because his birthday is and always will be around spring break. Honestly, he will be so excited to see his cousins (my brother’s four kids) and Skip’s parents, who live a couple of hours away, that he probably won’t care who else is there. BUT as his momma, I want all of his little friends to come (which we already know won’t happen since more than half are on vacation) because he deserves a great birthday. Being a parent is stressful.