Those Darn Crocodiles

The innocence comes and goes, I guess.

The next day I got a note sent home from my son's school.

Handwritten . . . from the principal!

I've got to frame this one!

My son bit another boy at recess.

NICE.

He was playing "crocodiles".

That's what he told the principal, anyway.

This is a totally made-up game, of course. We don't play this at home. LOL. My son shared with me that another boy bit him, so he, in turn bit a different boy as part of the fun. Only THAT boy decided to tell on him. But my son didn't tell on the first boy (or if he did, according to my son, the first boy didn't get in trouble).

This is all in one week of another episode of my son trying to say prayers at lunch, but he asked the teacher on duty if he could do it, and that teacher told him he's not allowed. (My son wanted to pray out loud with his friends, I guess, like we do at dinner time.) It's just frustrating that my son has to get a confusing message from a teacher that doesn't really know the correct answer. But it will be ok; we've explained to our son that he's allowed to pray at school.

Maybe he needs to pray that boys don't bite him so he won't be tempted to bite others, LOL.

Conversations with my son

"There's a new boy in our class today, mom."

"Oh, really?", I said.

"Yeah, I don't know his name. But I asked him at lunch if he wanted to be my friend and first he shook his head 'no', but then he shook his head 'yes'. So now we are friends."

And that is why I love the innocence of this kindergarten age!

Our marriage isn't broken!

Do you ever just want to get away from it all?????

I have the blessed Little L in bed right now. Early this morning he was a bad, bad boy. First of all, I hate Daylight Savings Time and what it does for little kids. They don't have a clue about the fact that they should sleep an extra hour. Their bodies are on an automatic timezone. It doesn't matter that I tried to put them to bed later last night. Well, my body is the same way - so I can't complain too much. I wake up without an alarm clock every morning at the same early time. And this morning I was not surprised when it was an hour earlier (but not realy, because, you know . . . Daylight Savings, and all that . . .)

OK, back to the bad boy.

I have to back up: Two weeks ago my husband surprised me with a new flat-top oven for our 12th wedding anniversary. It's beautiful. It was a huge surprise. We had been sort of needing a new range because the old one had a few burner problems (shorting out on me in the middle of cooking). I was down to 1 fully functioning burner. The oven worked just fine . . . but the range, not so much. I know, I know you people out there are going to say "get the range fixed, have an electrician come in and fix it" blah. Trust me when I say that by the time my husband got the Lowe's salesman down to their rock-bottom price . . . . it was well-worth the brand new entire product, rather than risking the electrician's rate.

He totally shocked me with this purchase because we barely talked about a new oven. I figured I'd put up with my shorting-out range for awhile because of a lack of funds in the budget.

He knows I love a good surprise though. So he was pretty sneaky. :-)

AHHH, BLISS.

Well, this morning I was getting ready for church and I heard a quick little noise out in the kitchen and then my husband yell "NOOOOOOO!" He came back in the room where I was and said "L just broke our oven!" He nearly had tears in his eyes. WOW.

Apparently, Little L had a homemade fishing pole (picture dowell rod, string, and magnet on the end). He was swinging it around, and it hit our oven door . . . and shattered it to pieces. I'm not a genius about such things, but I'm thinking that thing had to have hit at a pressure point or something . . . I just cannot believe that it shattered the glass door like that!! One minute before the event, my husband told Little L NOT to swing said fishing pole around . . . but what did he do? He kept swinging it . . . . BAM.

First, I wanted to call everyone I know who doesn't have kids and give them the following advice: DON'T HAVE KIDS.

But I knew that would be wrong.

The real advice is: When you have kids, realize that things will get broken . . . even things you consider precious . . . kids might even get hurt. Just don't go off the deep end and do or say anything you'll regret later. And if you do, ask for forgiveness.

I think our 2 year old knows he did something wrong. He definitely didn't understand it when his Daddy was telling him how expensive it was going to be to replace the glass . . . . that was just Daddy venting. LOL I get to stare at a broken oven for awhile. AHHH, back to the old days. I asked my husband if this was a sign of our marriage. He said, "maybe . . . . only if we looked at it that the glass may get shattered, but the oven still works!"