No thanks. I'm Full.

I tried to write yesterday, but I was having a hard time finding my voice.  When I write these things I think its fun to be a little snarky and yesterday I was not feeling that at all.

Yesterday was the boys first day of school.  My oldest has been in school/daycare since he was six weeks old or something like that.  I knew he wouldn't have a problem going back.  He was ready for kindergarden and his new "big-kids school", but my youngest has never had to go.  I've been out of work so I was able to stay home with him for the last two years.  To be fair, he did go to infant care when he was really little, but I'm sure he has no memory of it.  I could tell all morning that he was nervous.  He wasn't talking very much and was being very reserved.  When we got to school, his mother, brother, and I all took him to his classroom.  Right away he jutted out his bottom lip and started to tear up.  It broke my heart.  I could feel that HE was feeling abandoned.   I was so sad.  I wanted to scoop him up and say, "that's it!  Home school for you buddy."  I just wanted to take him out of there.  I have really got to give my wife credit, she hugged him and told him we'd be back to pick him up later and she didn't cry at all (until we got home).  What happened next is the reason she cried.  My oldest son (who is 5) without prompting got down on one knee so he could be eye to eye with his little brother, put a hand on his shoulder, and said "You don't have to worry.  I'll be right next door if you need me.  You're going to have fun."  Then he hugged him.  I've never been so proud of anything in my whole life.  After that we left.  Then we walked over to the kindergarden room and my oldest just said, "Bye Mom. Bye Dad" and ran off to see his friends.  As we left I had a strange feeling of both extreme pride and of being kicked squarely in the nuts.  

I'm glad it was a half day at school, because my wife and I were a mess at home.  I can't even tell you what we did other than stare at the clock.  When we got to school, we picked up my oldest first.  He was skipping and smiling and telling us about his day, "What did I do?? Guys, I did SO MUCH!"  It was great. Exactly what I was expecting and hoping for.  The wild card was going to be how his little brother had done.  We were really anxious as we opened the door and walked into his class, but all of those fears and negative thoughts were washed away the second we saw him.  He was sitting down with the other kids finishing his lunch.  When he saw us he said, "Hi Mommy, Hi Daddy" then he kept eating.  I was worried that he was going to be a snotty-faced mess when we got there.  At the very least I just knew he would have red puffy eyes from all the tears.  But no. Nothing.   He was as happy as always.  We asked the teacher how he did. Did he cry much?  She said, "No... everyone else did, but he was fine."  She told us that one of the other little boys was crying because he said he didn't have any friends to play with and my youngest came over and brought him a toy truck and said "View can pway wiff me."  After that I guess they played together all day.

It was impossible for me to write a silly blog yesterday complaining about how hungry I was when my heart was so full.

...a double double with grilled onions would have been nice though.



I did have a new juice that I recommend everyone try.  It's called Mint Tropical Coconut Juice.

1/4 pineapple (clean and cubed)
1 cup blackberries
1 kiwi
1 pear
1/2 cup coconut water
30 mint leaves

So so good.

I also drank the mean green and the apple/lemon/ginger and those were fine, but that last one... wow.

I weighed in at 275 this morning.  Look at me using the original holes in my belt.