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So, it’s August. Which means in about 3 weeks my baby is going to first grade. I plead guilty – we learned nothing this summer, and we probably forgot what we knew before.

No, I take it back. Some things we did learn. Like how to plant tomatoes. And how to help Dad fix things (mostly holding the tools for him). Making new friends, running around outside, riding the bike, splashing in the pool – those are all very valuable skills, right?

I know, I know. It’s just so hard with the nice weather. No excuse. We need to start reading again, practice those math skills, and buy a new lunch bag.

We’ll start tomorrow… Or the day after. 🙂


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Because I haven’t seen much of him lately. I have a strong suspicion that he might be a workaholic. Do they have support groups for that?

Anyway, I am parenting solo lately. My Mom helps a lot, so I shouldn’t be complaining too much. But it’s my blog, so I can complain if I want to.

Sometimes I just need someone else to tell Misha to brush his teeth (for the hundredth time), or take him to his extra-curricular activities. Read him a book. Practice his piano lesson with him. Just everyday stuff.

If you see my husband, tell him that we miss him. A lot.

P.S. I read this and decided to add that when he is home, he is great, and can fix everything around the house that starts breaking as soon as he leaves. I know he will read this. 🙂

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This morning I decided that I needed to face the reality of my child growing up. So, I went to Target. And bought him school supplies. Oh, man. For a first grader, he sure will need a lot of stuff. I was going down the long list that included 2 boxes of Kleenex and a roll of paper towels. I guess, he will get dirty, makes sense. Notebooks, folders, markers, crayons… Check. Glue sticks, scissors… Check. One freaked out Mom. Check.

So, I had a little moment with the check out lady. She was nice. She said, wow, shopping for school supplies already? And I might’ve told her that it is my first time, and how can my little baby be going to school already, and I am not emotionally prepared for it. Something along those lines, I don’t remember. I don’t know if she has kids or not, but she seemed to understand. Or maybe she just thought, ok weirdo, take your bags and go.

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I have a 6 year old child. It’s hard to even say out loud, because he was just a baby, what, yesterday? He is almost a teenager. Well, not really. But 6 is a big number. He will be going to first grade in August. On a school bus. With me driving behind it. I’m kidding. Well, not really. 🙂

The Birthday was a blast. I will need to have a separate post about all his Birthday celebrations, but I’ll do a quick recap. First year was just a cute baby boy theme. Second year was Thomas the Train. Third was the year of the Monkey Birthday – it was a fun one to decorate for. Then we had Backyardigans for year 4. Last year was Cat in the Hat. And this year, for his sixth Birthday, we had Sonic the Hedgehog.

It was hard finding the decorations for this party. Ebay came in handy, but even there wasn’t much to choose from. Not a lot of kids are into Sonic these days. Not sure how Misha got into him. But we made it work, and the child was impressed and happy. The police sneakers were a big hit, just like all the other awesome gifts he got.

But now I have to face the fact that he is no longer 5, which you can still find in the toddler section of some stores. Moving on to the big boys department, wish me luck.

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I would like to dedicate this post to Mario, an Italian boy we met on vacation in Dominican Republic a few months ago. There will be another post about Mario’s hair, but that’s a whole separate issue.

So, Mario was vacationing at the same resort as us with his Mom and Dad. The resort was pretty big, with a couple of pools and restaurants. My friends and I followed our children everywhere, sat by the baby pools, got their food at the buffet, made sure they ate it, watched their every move, and were “relaxing” as much as possible.

Mario’s parents were a little different. Now, as I mentioned before, they were from Italy. I don’t know if that has anything to do with it, or it’s just their parenting style. 5-year old Mario was on his own. He went to the restaurant by himself, got himself a meal at the buffet, ate. He would roam the resort, he would go to the Kid’s club, pool, playground. Mario was free as a bird. We were shocked and appalled… But also a little jealous.

Mario didn’t get into any trouble, he was completely self-sufficient and happy. He knew every resort worker’s name. He did his own thing while his parents looked fresh and relaxed.

I don’t know how his parents got to be so confident in their child, and how he got to be so independent. I would be curious to find out if he does grocery shopping back home, makes his parents dinner and folds the laundry.

I do know that our obsessive parenting can’t be all that beneficial either. But how can we stop? Where do we draw the line and let our kids be free? I think I’ll be sitting by that pool watching Misha’s every move until he is 27.

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“The American Academy of Pediatrics (AAP) recommends that kids under 2 years old not watch any TV and that those older than 2 watch no more than 1 to 2 hours a day of quality programming.”

Sorry, American Academy of Pediatrics… Although most days we are able to keep it under 2 hours (only because he is in Kindergarten during the day), on the weekends our house is buzzing with the sounds of Power Rangers, Sponge Bob, Super Hero Squad and other age-inappropriate TV programming. We recorded a bunch of educational shows for him, like Super Why, Sid the Science Kid and Grossology. He  watched those for a while, but eventually the Power Rangers made their way back.

So, what is it about boys and super heros/ninjas/power rangers/any kind of fighting shows that makes them so appealing? Why do boys want to have special powers, swords, masks and fight the bad guys? What’s the deal with that?

I think we need to take a break from TV. Unplug. I know boys will be boys, but I want some quiet. I am tired of Power Rangers. I am done with Star Wars. If I hear another Sponge Bob joke, I’ll scream.

Shhhh… Mom needs a break.

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I decided to pick a pretty title for an ugly post. It seems like every
spring my son’s face “blooms”. This time last year, I learned a new and
exciting word: “impetigo”. It’s not pretty. It’s actually pretty gross.
Google it if you dare.

This spring we have another rash upon us. Oh, how I love rashes. This one is
around his mouth, and he looks like Bozo, the clown. Oh, yeah and it’s also
picture day at his Kindergarten on Monday.

My love for facial rashes began when Misha was a baby.

Let me take you back 5 years. Misha is a two-week old baby. One morning I wake up and see that his ENTIRE face is covered in pimples. It’s like he hit puberty overnight. I freak out. Take a breath. Then REALLY freak out.

We go to the Dr. Fine. She says: “Everything is fine, it’s just baby acne.” I say: “Look at his face, this is not normal. There’s something wrong with him! Where’s my beautiful baby???!!!” She says it will go away on its own.

It doesn’t go away. I cry. A lot. I call her 5 times a day. I use every
remedy my Mom suggests. I take pictures of the pimples and email them
to the doctor (yes, I did that. I still have the “pimples” folder). I go see her
every other day.

I think it was about 2 weeks after the first appointment when she started to
worry. About me. I think she might’ve suggested an antidepressant.
She also said there’s a cream that could help. Seriously???!! This whole
time she knew about a magic cream and didn’t tell me. She said I don’t have
to use it since the acne will probably clear up in a few weeks anyway.

Well, I decided that I won’t last a few more weeks. I got me some magic
cream, put it on every single pimple (there were dozens), and they
went away.

Yes, I was insane, sleep deprived and hormonal. Now I am ready. Bring it on.

I am not freaking out this time. I know this rash will go away, and there
will be many more. And I am ok. I think.

P.S. Hope you weren’t eating dinner while reading this. 🙂

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