Stuff and things

First of all, sorry if this is offensive to anyone, but can a breast fall asleep?  I have never felt this sensation before, but yesterday when Jett fell asleep on one side of me, I swear I had a falling asleep sensation there in my chest.  Funny or time to see a doctor?  Pregnancy related or freak no matter how you slice it?

And that is all on that subject.

Moving along…

While Jude was at preschool this morning, Jett and I went to the coffee shop in town for a date.  He got a apple-cinnamon scone (and refused to share with me saying, “Sorry, it’s mine,” but that’s beside the point) and chocolate milk.  I had a mocha type drink and we sat down to play our Thomas matching game.  It cracks me up when we play that game.  Somehow, he knows mostly all the characters’ names.  Not only that but there are – for all intents and purposes – three blue trains that look alike.  But he can distinguish between them and knows if it’s Edward, Thomas or Gordon.  I have no idea.  For example, any picture of a blonde-headed person is automatically Auntie Em, but they can tell with a flash of a cardboard cutout which Thomas character is depicted?  It’s beyond me, amusing.  We had fun, though.

Jude had a great day at preschool.  We needed a “win” in that column because it’d been a few weeks since our last great day.  And in the meanwhile, we’ve been dealing with a lot of aggressive behavior.  Hair-pulling (that’s new), pushing, hitting & kicking.  Oh, how that breaks this Mommy’s heart to hear.  The teacher says he doesn’t do it to hurt anyone (and thankfully no one has gotten hurt lately), but rather it’s his aggressive reaction to not getting his way.  As a result, we’ve cracked down on the “not nice touches” here at home.  They wrestle and play which is fine with me, but when he acts out aggressively towards Jett because of not getting his way, we’re giving an immediate time out.  We were doing the 1-2-3 (warning) “magic” before, but I decided I didn’t want Jett to get the brunt of Jude’s anger 3 times before he paid the price.  Duh.  I know, I know, I’m not about to receive any prizes for parenting… should have done that before. 

The other thing going on in this house as it relates to Jude and his fits, has me feeling like a counselor of some sort.  I say, “How does that make you feel?” a lot and “Can you use your words to tell Mommy why you’re crying?”.  It makes me want to roll my eyes at myself.  But, I think it’s been effective – I don’t know why I hate admitting that.  This morning we talked through a fit about what he was going to wear to preschool.  It was nice and the fit was oh-so-short-lived.

I’m looking forward to and dreading this weekend already.  Looking forward to my mom & dad having the kids, but dreading all the work Josh and I have to do around here.  We’re going to be working on the house and moving the boys into my sewing room (adding another twin bed) and getting the nursery back in order.  I have a lot of stuff to go through – figuring out what to toss, what to keep (and where) and what to store.