Fall days...and is Santa real?

It's feeling a bit like Fall, not quite but better than lately. gracie is on her T-day break and we are hanging out watching movies and getting to be lazy-something we don't get to often do since we are up everyday racing off to school. Gracie has informed us that her bottom tooth is loose (omg, I hope not.) Robert says it is..but I am in denial. That i just am not ready for. She, however, has been waiting to have a tooth that is loose. Thanks to all of her friends at school..who have been losing teeth. Robert and I have our mixed feelings about the influences at school. We know it is inevitable, but it is truly hard. She hears all sorts of things and we just don't know how to answer it all. For example. Cole, Gracie and I were cruising through Target the other day, and Gracie asks, "mommy are you just really Santa Clause and you leave everything?" I think I came off very calmly and collected. I said, "are you kidding, do you really think I could pull off everything he does--that is too much magic for even me!" She seemed satisfied. And smiled and said, "yeah, you are right." Robert is convinced that someone told her that at school because she told him a story about what someone said about the tooth fairy--that it is "our parents" !! That just makes me mad.

Cole is really in the throws of being 3. And it is difficult. Everything is a tantrum, a whining conversation and a scowl on the face. He is driving me up the wall but I still kiss that scowling face. He is not the mellow kid I thought he would be-not now anyway. Everything is "yuck", "no", "eewhh", "poopie" or something to that effect. He is familiar with soap in the mouth. So now he is getting it and knows his mouth needs to be clean. He is really into his trains right now and "building train tracks." He loves "T.B." (T.V.) and his "gay gay" (gracie). Mom and Dad are OK when he needs us and always especially needs the other one when the other one is disciplining him. He is not as loving these days. He used to come up to me all the time and hug, kiss and jump on me. Telling me he loved me, etc. Not so much now (I Pray that is only a phase.)

Every night Robert and I have bittersweet feelings about our children growing up right in front of our very eyes. We know it is happening, despite what we think we can do to stop it, but it truly makes us sad. We will never have this time again. As crazy we get now at this age, we dread the teenage years. Since that is scary just saying it.

I hope you all have bright days...
Love, Trina