I feel like I’ve been posting heavy on Zach lately, but not so much on Dylan.  Which totally has to do with all the drama that’s surrounded the baby lately.  Speaking of which, his glasses are in and we’re picking them up on Thursday, AND my computer’s back so I’ve got a ton of glasses shopping pictures to share with you.  But you’ll have to wait a few more days for that post.  I KNOW!  The suspense is KILLING you, isn’t it?  It’s killing me too, because I CAN’T freaking wait for him to get glasses and stop going cross eyed all the damn time.  And for you to see his impression of your Great Grandma Rose.  Truly hilarious.

But, I digress, because right now we’re going to talk about Dylan.  My “big” kid.  The (almost) 3 1/2 year old who’s going on 10.  And it’s not pretty.  Our biggest issues are the use, or complete lack thereof, of the word “please”, his complete REFUSAL to poop on freakin’ potty (STILL! He even ignores the bribes!), and the fact that he totally loses his shit on a daily basis over, oh, I don’t know, the fact that the sky is blue, or that Zach has the audacity to BREATHE in his general direction.

Exhibit A: The losing of the shit, with a mouth FULL of goldfish crackers

Basically, more often than not lately I want to strangle his little blond ass.  Especially when he does something cute (finally!) and I say “I love you” to which he says “I DON’T love you!”. Emphasis on the “don’t”.  Sweet.  Really.  No, really.

Riding a Pony for the first time at Fiesta

The cuteness can be deceiving

But, as annoying as he is, he’s reaching a milestone this week and it’s making me a bit weepy.  You see, my baby’s starting preschool on Thursday.  SCHOOL.  MY CHILD IS GOING TO SCHOOL.  Like, with teachers and lunch time and LEARNING.  How in the hell did this happen?!  I mean, I know he THINKS he’s 30, but he’s not.  He’s not even 3 1/2 yet.  He weighs 40lbs.  He calls baseball “spaceball” for christsake.  He can’t POSSIBLY be ready for school.

The Stink Eye

Or is it me?  Is it that I’M not ready for him to go to school?  He’s never even had a babysitter for crying out loud.  How am I is he possibly going to handle him being at school, without ME for a whopping four hours, two days a week? I’m He’s not going to be able to handle it.  Seriously.

And I’m going to need lots of wine. And cookies. So, please send some. Overnight preferably. OR, you could simply drive them here. THAT would be even better. KThanks.

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