We've had a doozy of a week.  The kids are just growing in leaps and bounds, not just physically, but mentally too.

For some reason, and now that I think about it, I'm not sure why I haven't asked why... BG has decided that she doesn't want kids when she grows up.  A few months ago, she did want kids, but now, she doesn't.

She has said something to that fact in the recent past.  I just say okay and we move on.  But yesterday, she decided to elaborate on the topic.  She was telling me she doesn't want kids when she grows up... I was only half listening as I was doing something inane like driving or something... until she said, so how do I prevent a baby from growing inside my tummy when I grow up?

I just about busted a gut!  I wish I could have that conversation again when she's a teen.  I was actually impressed with myself though, I said,

"We can definitely talk about that when you get a little bit older."

I just think it's so interesting that she thinks a baby will just naturally grow inside of her belly...  what an interesting observation.  Makes me wonder with whom she's been talking.

And then Buddy said to me the other day,

"I cleaned up my tiny little mess, do you appreciate it Momma?"

When he says that word it just melts my heart; a four syllable word coming out of my three-year-old's mouth in context.

But today, today he topped it all off.  He was handing me his cup so I could put more juice in it.  He handed it to me and let it go, I took it from his hand but it didn't take.  So, the cup fell to the floor.  The small amount of juice that was still at the bottom went flying all over the floor.  Buddy took one look at the spill and with as much conviction as a three-year-old can muster he put his hands on his hips and said "dammit!"
I had to turn away as I couldn't contain the smile that was spreading across my face.  I got down on his level, looked him right in the eye and said,

"Buddy, that word is not for you, okay?"

And he said,

"No, it's not, it's only for you." 

To which I said yes, but again I had to turn away since I couldn't wipe the huge smile off my face.

I have told you this before, I am the potty mouth around here.  Not my husband.  So, when Hubs hears my son swear, he will know, as sure as the sun rises every day, that my son got those words from me.  And there is not one darn thing I can do about it. 

Another thing I can't do anything about is BG starting school in the fall.  I actually had a panic attack the other day about the upcoming school year.  BG is more than excited to be starting Kindergarten and Buddy is waiting to start going to pre-school in the fall.

I am so very not excited, however.  BG is such a sweet girl.  I do not want her to become jaded at school.  Kids can be so very mean and my girl is so engrossed in herself sometimes, she doesn't notice when kids are mean to her.  I don't want her to be hurt by anyone.  I don't want anyone to look at her sideways or to say something that will hurt her feelings.  I worry about her getting on that school bus and having no one to sit with.  I worry about her being at school (away from my watchful eye) all day long at school.

But what can I do?  My baby girl is growing up and she must go to school.  She must learn to fend for herself; to make friends and enemies alike, all on her own.  I can't shelter her forever.  I have seen all to well what happens to kids who are sheltered too much.  Whose parents don't ever let them go.  I don't want that for her.

But dammit, I don't have to like it , do I?  Not one little bit!