Have I mentioned that I am now the proud mother of a...FIVE YEAR OLD???!!
It happened. Luke turned five. I'm officially a mother of a "big kid."
I was just discussing motherhood-related issues with a few of my fellow and seasoned mothers. We've had issues in our house with, um...talking. Not talking back. Not potty-talk, just talking....like the non-stop, I've completely drowned out your voice, what in the world are you saying kind of talking.
This is a boy who clearly wasn't getting the hint that when I said, "Luke, I am not angry with you, but you really need to stop talking now," when he goes on to explain that he not only has something important to say, but that his Lego car with two wheels instead of four doesn't have the proper foundation to support the weight of the Lego Knight because the Lego Knight wasn't originally intended to be riding on a two-wheeled Lego cart, but rather a horse, but the horse cannot be found because The Demolisher (aka Little Brother) had been hiding it in the dinosaur fortress in the playroom.
That's not exactly how he talks, but those who know him know that I just about have it right.
And then today I was able to clean and mop three bathrooms, wash two loads of laundry, sweep, vacuum and mop the wood floors, and have a whole roast chicken served with garlic-herbed wine sauce for dinner.
I didn't know it at the time, but it was all because we got THIS for Luke's birthday.