The Trucks in my Life

My life is over run with trucks. I have dump trucks, school buses, tractors, cement trucks, a phone made to look like a truck, a circus train set of trucks and various and assorted sizes of trucks. In my room I can count six and that's without looking under the sofa.

What is it about the BoyChild and his trucks?

He sleeps with them. Tonight when we put him to bed, he took three with him. I removed a book with wheels about various types of tractors and a small truck but he got three in there. Last night I went to check on him before I went to sleep, he was on his back, arms and legs spread out with his hand on a small dump truck. It was, if I do say so myself, too cute.

He's got the odd stuffed animal. He'll hug it and kiss it and then offer it to me to kiss. I don't mean to be a bad mommy, but there really isn't much worse than a snotty nosed kid having gnawed on the nose of a stuffed animal and then offering it to you to kiss. But he doesn't really play with them much. He's all into his trucks.

This morning when I got him dressed, I put him in a pair of gray nylon basketball pants (the kind with the zipper at the end of the legs). I picked a white tee shirt with blue and red stripes on it; it had been a oneies but we cut the snaps off and GranMa turned it into a tee shirt. He looked a little.....odd.

I was reminded of when the GirlChild was about his age. She had tights that matched skirts that matched Capri pants that matched tops that matched socks that matched shoes. She was always a well coiffed child. The Husband thought how he dressed her reflected upon him and consequently she always looked wonderful. That she was a beautiful child with the brightest eyes and lovely smile didn't hurt either.

The BoyChild has an impish smile and is turning into such a little boy. He's losing his baby features. I look at some of his baby pictures and wonder where that baby went. I think at the time we were just too exhausted to absorb it all.

Today was a rough day. I Spent 8 hours working on closing papers for the sale of a company. I'd been working on it off and on for awhile but the seller was being problematic. The client called today and said, "it's now or never, if we don't get it done today, it's over." So the EvilGenius and I spent all day making it happen. I finally shut it down and wondered home about 6:45. Another banner billing day!

I don't feel as discouraged about my job as much this week as I did last. WWW is still being a pain in the ass, doing exactly what she wants to, when she wants to, but I got my 20 joint status conference reports done and to the judge. Now I'm trying to figure out which of these cases I can actually settle and which ones I will need to actually try.

Lent started on Wednesday. We should have decided what we were going to do for Lent before hand but are still negotiating. I should give up cigarettes all together and I'm still pondering that. I've been smoking 4-5 a day since the BoyChild was born and even though it's not many, and I'm not sure how much I actually need them, I can't seem to give those last few up. As a family we are going to give up TV or soft drinks. The GirlChild and the Husband are advocating the soft drinks but sometimes you just gotta have, and there are certain things you can't eat without a Pepsi!

The GirlChild has decided she will stop being mean to the BoyChild. I suppose if it gets her to be nice to him I shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth.

I've turned into such an old lady. It's 10:30 and I'm ready for bed.

Ciao,

M&Co.