Boogers, boogers, everywhere...

So, Zac's had a boogery nose for about two months now, or so it seems.  Maybe even longer.  Every morning, he wakes up with both nostrils full of hardened, dark green boogers.  And, every evening, when I pick him up from preschool, he's got two nostrils full again.  Why?  He seems perfectly fine otherwise, so I've just stopped worrying about it.  It's pretty unsightly though...

Now, Griffin has a major cold.  Slight fever, runny nose, a little bit of coughing, and an occasional sneeze thrown in for good measure.  Yuck.

Griffin's 1st Tooth!

Mommy-Guilt

Here's Zac on his 1st day of preschool this year. He's all business... carrying his banana-nut muffin, and rolling his backpack full of important stuff.

Three out of the four days of preschool drop-off this week have included one or more of the following statements from Zac:

"I don't WANT to go to school!"

"Mommy?  Zachary doesn't want to go to school today."

And of course, the dreaded...

"WAAAAAAAHHHH!  MAAAAA-MEEEEEEE!  WAAAAAAAAHHHHH!"
(This last one's accompanied by lots of tears, feet-stomping, and severe angst.)

All of the above lead to lots of Mommy-guilt.  Now, it's not like I drop Zac off at school, go home, and eat bon-bons.  I work full-time.  Could I quit my job and stay home?  Um... sure... but we'd have to move into a less-expensive house, drive a less-expensive car, and live a much less-expensive lifestyle.  Could we do it?  Sure.  Lots of people get by on a lot less.  Do Martin and I want to?  Not really.  And, lastly, do I want to stay home with the boys full-time?  Not on your life.  Don't get me wrong, I love them dearly.  But, I'm not cut out to be a stay-at-home mom.  I'm not one of those people who think that SAHM's have it easy.  I know how hard it is to stay home with the kids full-time, and I feel fortunate that I don't.  Does that make me feel guilty?  Sure.

So, for now, I'll have to learn to deal with the emotional toll of Zac's meltdowns at drop-off time.  But that doesn't mean that I won't feel guilty... every time.

That About Sums It Up

Since Zac's been having a little trouble at preschool drop-off in the mornings, I've been trying to have little chats with him to try to determine if there's something happening at school that's bothering him.  So, this morning, on the way to preschool, we had this little exchange at a stop light:

Me: "Hey Zac.  Did you have fun at preschool yesterday?"

Zac: "Yeah."

Me: "What did you do?"

Zac: "I play with Teacher Autumn, then Mommy pick me up."

Well, that about sums it up!

The Car's in the Garbage

My fabulous hubby spent all day Sunday cleaning out the garage.  I took pictures of a bunch of stuff that we've been "storing" in the there, and posted it all on craigslist.  As of today, we've made $435!  Yay!

As an added bonus, we're finally able to park the car in the garage again.  Double yay!

When Zac saw the car in the garage, he yelled out, "Mommy!  The car's in the garbage!"

That kid... SO funny.

Manners

Zac has been saying "Please," "Thank you," and "You're Welcome" for months now, maybe even a year.  It's something that Martin and I both take a lot of pride in.  He's so polite!  Lately, Zac's taken his manners to a new level.  In addition to thanking you, he now lets you know exactly what he's thanking you for.  For example, when I give him his sippy cup of milk... "Thank you, Mommy... for getting me my milk!"  This morning, his manners reached stratospheric heights.  After I'd put in his eye-drops (for pink-eye), he yelled out, "Thank you, Mommy... for fixing my eyes!"

Those boys sure are loud.

Zac has pink-eye.  We think.  I kept him home from preschool today... which meant that our poor nanny would be stuck with both kids.  One of them sick... and highly contagious.  Given the highly contagious part, I decided to take Griffin to work with me for the morning.  When I brought him home at lunch time, Zac came running out to greet me in only his diaper.  We're teaching him to wash his hands frequently.  You know... H1N1 flu and all.  Trouble is, everytime he washes his hands, he manages to completely soak his clothes.  Thus, the nakedness.  Anyhow, when I brought Griffin inside, I set him down in his carseat on the floor of the kitchen.  Zac ran over with his guitar, and proceeded to serenade Griffin at the top of his lungs... which is pretty darn loud.  Griffin reacted by screeching back at Zac.  Or maybe it was screeching in unison.  Any way you look at it, those boys sure are loud.

Zac seranading Griffin.