Tonight for dinner we had hotdogs. Beef hotdogs encased in a toasted bun with a side of baked beans and roasted potatoes (yes, I realize this meal was sadly lacking in veggies. This was our cheat meal. The relish was green. Does that count?)
"You can't, what?" I asked patiently.
"I can't eat the middle! How do I eat the middle? I can't get to it! I can't eat the middle!" He sobbed into that beautiful green relish.
I am quickly falling in love with this age. Exploring the world one hot dog middle at a time is exciting and terrifying and awesome.
"Sweetie, you don't have to eat the middle yet. You eat the ends of it first. All you have to eat is one bite at a time and pretty soon you will be eating the middle."
He blinked those blue eyes, wiped his tears away, and got to work on his hotdog, one bite at a time. And wouldn't you know it? Pretty soon he was eating the middle with no problems at all.
Addison's kindergarten. This is approaching in the fall. We had originally talked about full day kindergarten but Addison is so small they are worried about her physically being able to handle the full day of school. Now we are talking some combo of morning K5 and afternoon K4 with her doing two years of kindergarten. I have been fretting about this all week. What is the right decision? How will she do? How much can I protect her from and how much should I push her into? Will she like it? Will she like her new aide? How much will she need an aide? Will her classmates treat her kindly? Will she treat THEM kindly? Is this fall too soon for kindergarten? Am I holding her back because I'm just not ready? How will she do? And yet, Carter's hot dog question reminded me, today all I have to do is make the call to schedule her registration appointment. Today I only had to take the first bite. The rest will fall in line.
Motherhood Unexpected for my heart behind it. I can't tell you how much I am grateful to you. Seriously I think you saved my sanity.) What if the next book isn't as insightful/entertaining? What if I am just wasting my time? I can't write a WHOLE OTHER BOOK! I can't lose all of that sleep and torture myself that way again. I got so many emails thanking me for helping them through various things because of Motherhood Unexpected. I CAN'T DO THAT AGAIN! It was probably just a fluke the first time! SO MUCH PRESSURE! But today I was reminded...all I have to do is bite off one chunk at a time. (Like on Friends when Ross told Joey "All you have to do today is name the main character." "OK!" " And it can't be Joey." "It's not." "Or Joseph." "Oh.") Today I don't have to write a book. I just have to write a few words of the book. Just one bite at a time and pretty soon the middle of the hot dog is RIGHT THERE.
This blog. I can't keep up with the WHOLE BLOG. I can't put my thoughts out there! I can't find the time to blog EVERY SINGLE WEEK! I can't write ALL THE POSTS! And yet here I am, writing just one post today. Just one thing on my mind. Just one bite of that hotdog.