
I picked Jack up from school 2 weeks ago on a Friday and he VERY proudly announced that he had tied his own shoes.
We have been working on this skills for ages, and I wondered if it were really true.

Sure enough, we got home and he showed me how he could do it. All by himself.
As the weeks have passed he has gained an amazing amount of speed at the task (much to my relief, I was having to warn him we were leaving a full 15 minutes before we needed to leave in order to leave enough shoe tying time!).
In the interest of full disclosure, I must admit I had a little sniffle about the whole thing. It is the first milestone I have not been present for. My husband (not very kindly) reminded me that he is about to start doing a lot of things without me as kindergarten nears.

And wouldn't you know it? Today the school district called and said they ARE going to have one half day classroom after all, and Jack is IN!
This is a tremendous relief as I felt like we were really stuck between a not ideal choice of schools with a half day program and going to school 8+ hours a day (which, no matter what the rest of you might say, Jack is simply not ready to do).
An answer to this worried mama's prayers indeed.
On a completely unrelated note:
I am still struggling to feel like myself, to find myself in this mess of a journey. I have decided that part of getting back to my life as I know it is to come back here. To blog again. Regularly. And I am going to commit to doing just that this week.
I have been emailing with a certain very good blogger friend a lot lately (she has really helped keep me going, whether she knows it not) and something I said in an email last week really struck me as the "heart of the matter".
I want to share it here, in all of it's f*bomb glory because I have to start getting some of this out to get beyond it.
"I thought this time it *might* be different. I thought b/c the journey to get here has been so hard that I would just be so FUCKING HAPPY to be pregnant that I wouldn't mind heartburn and puking and insomnia and pain and crying at the drop of a hat. But screw that, it still sucks. LOL
And this time there is genuine, gut wrenching fear that I didn't have with Jack.
I really need maternity clothes, but ordering them? Makes me break out in a cold sweat. Like somehow this is not really happening and I am just kidding myself. That somehow when the clothes arrive on the porch I will lose this baby and I will have ruined it all ordering damn elastic waisted shorts.
It's hard.
It's all just hard.
No two ways about it really."
But I ordered the shorts. And Jack has started to ask about the new baby.
And we are going to get past this.
I might be crying the whole way, but we are. Ha.
Back tomorrow with something more like my *usual* blogging fare.
You know, usual back before the shit hit the fan type of stuff?
I only vaguely remember it. You probably only vaguely remember it too. :-)