Missing You. And Your Wardrobe.

I very seldom work extra hours. Not that they don't need me. I just can not stay late because I have to pick up the boys and I already start at the ass crack of dawn so I can't come in much earlier. We are completely understaffed right now in response to a "downturn" in the industry. Just between you and me...I have not seen much downturn in anything but my salary and my coworkers. But whatever. We are selling houses. I understand that we aren't making much profit because of the discounts we are giving to sell those houses, but my job function does not exist because of the money we make, but because of the volume of houses we sell. Because of the discounts, our volume is good. But they still layed off a bunch of people in my department. So less people to do the same amount of work with more stress. Hmmm. But I digress.
This is one of the weeks that I can not avoid putting in a little extra time. So this morning I left the house by 6:15 and got to work about 6:45. On my way out the door, I told Greg to have the boys call me since they weren't awake when I left the house. The phone call came about 7:15. It may have been enough to completely kill this coming in early crap. Not that it would take a whole lot.
Wyatt was on the phone when I answered. He is really almost impossible to talk to on the phone still. But he asked me "where at momma?" I told him that I was already at work. He said "ok. Lub you. Bye." Well that was good. He didn't seem upset that I wasn't there this morning. Almost seemed as if he didn't even notice... :(
Then Ethan got on the phone. And it went really down hill from there. He was Very upset that I wasn't there when he woke up. I could tell that it was very hard for him to figure out how to get his point across. So he tearfully told me that I had missed Mickey Mouse and Shaun the Sheep and Special Agent Oso (the shows he watches in the mornings). And when that didn't seem to get his point across, he started crying hysterically. I tried to get him to calm down and tell me what was wrong. He still couldn't really put it into words. He finally gave up and just said "Maaameeeee, I didn't even get to see what you were wearing today!"

Holy Flaming Flowers, Batman!

It takes a special kind of kid to pull off a shirt like this.

Especially when he can Coordinate his own shoes!

Growing Up Too Fast

I had the strangest conversation with my son last night. I am not sure, but I think it broke my heart a little. But in that good way. That way that makes you realize that the sweet little boy sitting in front of you will one day grow into a man with stinky feet, facial hair, and raging hormones who may or may not need his mama. And that's ok. Sort of.
Ethan told me he wanted to find a girlfriend. Funny, I thought this conversation would happen a long time from now. But he was very very serious, so I tried to listen and participate in this conversation without cracking a smile. It seems that his BFF (my description, not his) has a girlfriend, so he thought he should find him one too.
I asked him what he was looking for in a girlfriend. He got the cutest little sly grin on his face and he eyes literally sparkled. He must have been thinking a lot about this.
Ethan: I want her to be pretty.
Me: Ok. I think that is a good idea. What else?
Ethan: She needs to be sweet.
Me: Absolutely. Can't have a bossy girlfriend. What else?
Ethan: I don't want her to have any hair.
Me: WHAT?
He held out his arm and rubbed the peach fuzz to show me what he meant. Does he know any girls with particularly hairy arms??
Me: Ok. We will try to find you a girl with no body hair.
Ethan (petting his head this time): I want her to have soft hair too.
Me: Soft hair. Got it. Anything else?
Ethan: I want her to have skin like mine, not (kid at daycare who is darker then we are)'s.
Yikes! My mind was spinning. Where did he learn that? Lesson to be taught here. Don't screw this up. Think quick. How do you translate this lesson into 4-year-old-talk? Speak before his mind moves on to the next shiny penny.
Too Late.
Ethan: We will have to get some girl toys for her to play with when she comes to live here.
Heart. Broken. Just a little.