Out of My Mind

On Saturday, Seb and I went over to my parent’s house because it was Octoberfest (in the middle of September?) in the little town where I grew up and there were to be fireworks that evening.  It was…interesting.  My dad ended up walking back home with my nephew Lucas because he was tired and crabby and not behaving well, but left the stroller so that my mom could push it home.  She likes having something to hold herself up. 

So, on the way home, she was lagging behind with my other nephew and Seb, my brother Joe, my niece and I were walking and Seb and I had the following conversation:

Seb: I thought the reason Grandma walks so slow is because she is pushing Lucas in the stroller and he makes it heavy.

Me: No, Grandma just walks slow because she is a slow walker.

Seb: Huh, I thought it was because she has kankles.

My brother and I both just stopped, looked at each other and started cracking up.  Where in the world my son heard about kankles, I don’t know.  And to be fair, my mom doesn’t even have kankles.  The first thing my brother did when we got home was relate the newest "Bubba Story" to my sister.  We were kind, though, and didn’t tell my mom that her grandson thinks she has kankles.

Today is picture day at Seb’s school.  So last night when we were picking out clothes for today, I told him I thought he should wear his red polo shirt because he looks so handsome in it.  I may have also made a few more handsome comments, because he just looks so darn cute in that shirt.  Then, this morning I told him he looked handsome.  And when I dropped him off, I told him to smile nicely so that he looks good in his pictures.  He turns to me and says, "why do you keep trying to make me look handsome.  I already have enough problems with girls staring at me!"  I couldn’t help it.  I busted out laughing.  Apparently, my son quite popular with the ladies.  Oh, boy!

I finished the blanket I was making for Lucas the other night.  I don’t even remember how many times I had to rip out stiches and start over.  It was the first time crocheting from a grid pattern.  I have to say, I much prefer having all the directions spelled out for me, instead of having to go through and count little boxes and figure everything out on my own.  But it turned out quite well in the end.

I have a baby shower coming up soon for my cousin’s wife and I think I might try and make it again, in different colors.  I also want to tweak the pattern a little bit.  I think I can improve some things.  Boy, that sounds full of myself, doesn’t it?  I was able to finish Lucas’ blanket in less than a month, but now that school is starting up again, I don’t know if I’ll have a lot of time to devote to making another blanket.  This one is actually not that hard, it’s all half-double-crochet stitches.  I guess I’ll have to wait and see what the workload is going to be like for this semester.

Sebastian had a good first day of school.  He said he even made a new friend.  About 2/3 of the kids in his class are kids he was with in either 1st or 2nd grade or that he knew from Prime Time, so that is nice for him.  He was a bit sad because his best bud Shin isn’t in his class this year, but the hubby and I think that might actually be a good thing.  It kind of forces him to use his socialization skills and befriend other kids instead of always relying in Shin. 

I didn’t walk him into school this morning, either.  Just left him at the front door when the bell rang.  I know that doesn’t seem like a big deal, but I’m trying to be less of a helicopter parent who has to be in control of everything, and that’s a start for me.  A small start, but everybody has to start somewhere.

I have my first on-campus class tonight.  Thankfully, it’s at the Oakland Center in Farmington, so it’s only about 15-20 minutes from here.  Unfortunately, the hubby got stock with a phone meeting this afternoon.  The plan for this semester (because hopefully, I can get all online classes again next semester!) is that he will leave work early on Thursdays, giving me time to get to campus, park and get into my classroom.  He’ll leave between 4-4:30.  Since today is the first class, he was going ot leave at 4, just to give me time to get there early and find my way around a bit.  On Tuesday, he came home from work and said he had a phone meeting scheduled at 4 for today, one he couldn’t really get out of.  Well, he was told he could leave early if he absolutely had to, but it was implied that he really needed to stay.  Ugh.  So now I’m going to be taking Seb with me to campus and the hubby will meet us there in front of the main building and hopefully, he’ll make it there before 5:30 when my class starts.  This is one of those times where I really wish we had family living closer.

Also, I did end up getting my hair cut last week.  I’m not totally in love with it.  She asked if I wanted bangs and I said yes.  I’m thinking I should have said no.  But oh, well.  It’s just hair and will grow out.  here are some pictures.

Front view:

and the back view:

She cut a ton of hair off.  It was probably about 4 inches past my shoulders in the back.  It’s still a little weird when I go to wash my hair.  I expect to grab big handfulls of hair to scrub, and there’s nothing there.

So, today Sebastian started the third grade.  Please.  Please, please, please let this year go well.  I really don’t think we as a family can take another year like last year.  I was talking with the hubby last night and told him that if the problems start up again this year, we’re going to have to take Seb to see a psychiatrist or something.  His pediatrician does not think he has ADD/ADHD, and I agree.  But socially, he’s still pretty immature.  We’ve had lots of talks about having good self-control, not letting himself get too frustrated and then throwing a fit and making good choices.

He was scared this morning, didn’t want me to leave his classroom.  I told him it’s okay to be nervous on your first day, and that I’ll be nervous tomorrow when I go to class.  His desk is right in front of his teacher’s desk.  Don’t know if that was a coincidence or if Mrs. Z. told Mrs. K. to put him there. 

I hope he does well today.  My stomach is a mess right now.