Toddler Socialism

In the grand realm of things in life this is not a big deal, but it greatly upset my child.

Nora goes to St. Andrew's Preschool at our Methodist Church. They have been teaching them about Easter and the meaning of all the religious symbols surrounding the holiday.

Of course, I really don't think 2 yr olds fully grasp that an egg is symbolic of new life and the life in heaven that Christ promised us through his crucifixion and resurrection..

What Nora now understands is that she is an AWESOME egg hunter.

That there is candy in these eggs.

If you go fast, you find more.

That her basket was taken from her and the great effort. She found about 15 total.

AND, her eggs were separated out to the kiddos that didn't find as many as her.

Her take home haul was only 8 eggs. WHICH she noticed was less than what was there originally.

So, today Nora has had a opportunity to experience toddler socialism. She worked hard, did her job and lost half her haul to those slower than her....welcome to life kiddo.

(of course, this is a sarcastic post. We definitely understand the concept of sharing)

If I was Half the Mom you were....

We've all heard this expression.

The truth is what one woman does the other one doesn't do and vice versa. Collectively, a group of friends might keep all 1 million 'to-do' balls in the air.

I started realizing how many things mothers keep up in the hectic schedule and how many we let fall through the cracks. This brought to mind all the things I DON'T do on a regular basis.

You might have the make up on that I don't.

You might have your shirt ironed because I rarely see my iron.

You'd care about vacuuming more than once a week, b/c there are weeks that this doesn't happen.

Your kiddo might have her hair done everyday.

Your kiddo might have pants on more than 50% of the day.

You might have dinner on the table by 6pm, me it's more like 7pm on a good day.

You might not let laundry pile up so badly 6 loads are necessary when you finally get around to it.

Your checkbook might be balanced. I stopped keeping one a LONG time ago.

Your car might not have enough cereal in it to qualify as a serving.

Your 'to-do' list might not get crammed into the 48 hrs before your parents arrive.

You might not run your gas tank so empty that the light comes on, not out of gas economy but out of sheer forgetfulness.

The Report.

Well, he had his appointment this morning at 8:15. The good news, the radiologist says his has a unremarkable brain meaning everything is clear. NO pituitary tumor, no brain surgery.

The bad news.

The only way to fix this is to put Rich on hormone therapy(steroids) to bring his testosterone levels back up. Which, will effectively kill his fertility over the next several years. Dr. Parman told Rich he can stop taking it and the affects will reverse but that's to be seen. Rich is going to be put on a LOW dose so that may make a difference.

We had to make a decision.

I guess I'd rather have the promise of a healthy husband and marriage than the long shot of Rich saying 'yes' to kiddo #3. We had a discussion a while back and decided to table talk of another kiddo until Trent is 21mths old or so. Did this when considering #2 as well.

According to all the research I've done. we are also playing Russian roulette with early prostate cancer by letting Rich's levels stay low. Once again, healthy husband or jeopardize health for sake of more children?

We are both relieved, want to cry, and want to laugh all at the same time today. It's an odd combination of emotions due to all the stress.