What I would want them to know.

I think I am going to start this new thing called "What I want them to know"

You know, that information that they should know - really useless information - in case something unfortunate happened and the mom was no longer, um, part of the worldly picture?

Well, this could be important.

1. I would want my children to know to always have a firm handshake. A firm handshake is important. Especially for my boys - I want them to know that they should shake a woman's hand firmly also. I HATE when a man shakes my hand with a limp wrist, like it is going to fall off. And then he holds my hand like he is going to kiss it. It makes me feel like he feels like I am inferior. And I really HATE that.

2. It is important for my boys to know to kiss their wives/veryimportantgirlfriends on the forehead. To me, this is a special thing. Dave has done this from Day 1. Not that it was special for him on day 1, but now it is a special thing he does. They see this. Tripp has kissed me on the forehead recently. My heart is full.

3. Look at people in the eyes when you are talking to them. Enough said, boys.

4. Use your manners. They can do so much. Please, Thank you, excuse me. You all can go far on manners.

That is good for now. I am going to throw some in when I think about it.

Weekend. And Eli is big.

Well, the kids have been out of school most of the week. Dave has been at home being the mom since I have now became a working mom. Not only a working mom, mind you, but a working, going to school mom. I am emotionally exhausted. But, I like my job. And I like a check. I just have to find my balance.

Yesterday afternoon, I took Eli to get a couple of things for school - things of the clothing persuasion. The cute boy who told me only two years ago that " Walmart is fine" when I asked him where he wanted to school shop - well, that boy is no more. He is still cute, yes, handsome and growing up quick. But he has been replaced with a boy that likes American Eagle, Aeropostle, Ambercrombie and all that stuff that makes me have to get a job. Standing in the store with him, I helped him pick out jeans. Not just jeans. Jeans in the MAN section. More specifically, he is no longer in the kid sizes. He wears a 28/30. How did this happen? I started out with this cute- Tommy off of the Rugrats - baby. He lay on my lap, and looked at me with those big eyes. He was so skinny and cute. Now I have a boy/man that will be 13 in a couple of weeks. Only a few years until he goes to college. Where did the time go? My first baby is big.

So, I leave you with a picture of my first born boy. Ah, Eli, I love you so much. The first time I held you was absolute magic. You made me a momma.

Eli and Matt this past summer.

ALOT to post.

Keep reading down. I will have several posts in a short amount of time.

My head is full of thoughts.

Off to class.