Where is my monthly treat?

Today was a special "Mommy and James" day. I was off work. James needed to go to the doctor. Our pediatrician is putting James on Ritalin for a one month test. Let's just see how it effects the boy. Then we will know what to do in August when he is ready to start school. He does not really have problems in the "class" part of pre-school, it is more the unstructured transitional times that he has the problems....standing in line, going to the bathroom and going back to HIS class, group circle time...Doc says the medicine will help with all of that. We shall see.

The fun part may be that the pill does NOT come in a chewable. Have to half the pill and give it to James with a bite of food. One side affect is that he may lose his appetite. Daycare says that they will save a bit of money (jokingly), because the boy eats like a horse there. I just hope he doesn't lose any weight, the boy is skinny enough.

While we were there, he also got a flu shot. AND too bad for James, they were out of the nasal spray kind. RIGHT in the leg, he got it. MAAAAN that boy can scream. (Little girl.) hehe.

Emma wants her time too. She forgets about all the times we had last year without James. Besides, I will be at one of her school parties. She does not like that I am trying to save up time to go to James' pre-school graduation. Hers was scheduled on a day that I was in charge of a field trip....not to mention all the time I took that year with her broken collar bone. humph. Besides we all know I like him better. OOOOHHHhhhh, I'm just kidding.

Time for bed.

Emma's parent teacher conference is Friday. I am sure it will be a good one. Although, I am a bit concerned with her carelessness lately. Speeding right through her work, not checking it over. Oh, and this is just the beginning. I suppose this story will get worse as she progesses through middle school.

We are anxiously awaiting the results of the November 4 elections. On the ballot for Festus is a tax increase. If it fails, the 2010-11 school year will begin year round school for us, and a TON of headaches......so, Welcome us to the Northwest R-I School District.

Past my bedtime. Come on, laundry buzzer.

Emma lost tooth number three. Those babies are poppin out like hotcakes....whatever does that mean anyway? Someone told her that for the first tooth, you get one prize. For the second tooth, you get two prizes. So, this would mean three prizes. Although, she still needs to be taught the value of money. First tooth, she got a dollar. Second tooth, two quarters. Third tooth, whaddaya say I give her 3 dimes?

At first I was appalled at this concept, thinking she was going to ask for $3. Then she started mentioning coins and I got excited. And let me just say that I don't really believe in the concept of the toothfairy to begin with. Santa and the Bunny, I get. But really, getting a prize for losing a bone? Come on. How come no one leaves me a treat when half my uterus falls out every month? THAT deserves something!!!! And if I recall correctly, a LOT more painful too. What is the point? To make our kids MORE materialistic than the TV can? Help me with this, huh? (Joe, no need to comment--unless you want to. I know your view on this Santa/Bunny/Fairy thing.)

I miss the Dora days. Pop in a movie. No commercials. No "Iwanna"s. Our kids don't get that thought answered, but it is still annoying to hear every 2:30 or less. Especially when we oly watch about 20/30 minutes of TV a day. Although, I have to admit that I hope Santa brings a box or two of the Bendaroos. Those look like a bunch of fun. And they are re-usable.

Laundry. Bed. Later.