Today I walked in to my preschoolers room and he had miniature dinosaurs, shells, and rocks all lined up against his window frame. I tried to move a couple of them to clean the window and he got all upset:
"Mooom! They're lined up according to the period they lived in. That one belongs in Cretaceous not Triassic."
Do you know what I was doing at age 4?
Probably picking my nose or trying to figure out how to put my shoes on the right feet. (Seriously... I struggled with that one.)
I love this child and I love that he uses his brain but suddenly I'm left wondering where his childhood has gone. He is starting soccer this week and I'm biting my nails wondering how he is going to fit in with his team and whether he's going to freak out if they don't win, or pants somebody else's kid, or spend the whole game explaining the anatomy of the human body to the referee.
It seems like life suddenly got so much more complicated. Not only do I have to worry about him being kidnapped, run over, or maimed, now I have to worry about kids refusing to play with him, calling him a nerd, or informing him that he's NOT actually as good at soccer as he thinks he is (He has REALLY high self-esteem which doesn't seem to be based on any kind of external feedback).
When you're pregnant you think, "Gosh, I'm going to be so tired all the time and constantly feeding a baby and now we'll need to get a babysitter when we want to go to the movies."
You don't think about that baby growing up and getting his feelings hurt or failing at something they love or being excluded or unhappy and being entirely unable to control any of it.
As a control freak, I think I just discovered a whole new level of anxiety.
Sometimes when I'm anxious I eat stuff from my Pinterest boards. Like these trifles. I like them best assembled right before eating. You can make all the parts in advance and store in the fridge, I just don't like the rolos after being in the fridge..
Pretty sure the chocolate bible says chocolate should always melt in your mouth.