Happy, Happy, Happy Birthday Hunter

My cellphone calendar alarm starting ringing at 3 a.m. this morning! "Happy Birthday Hunter" glowed from the screen and I remembered inputting that information sometime in the recent past. Hunter crawled into bed with us this morning at 6 a.m. and I was immediately reminded of the moment he entered our world! He is growing up so fast that his pants are too short and his t-shirts are too small. Mitch measured him against our doorframe this morning and he is about two inches taller than he was last year at this time. This morning at breakfast he quizzed me- "Mom, do you know what 100 plus 10 is?" "Mom, this is a hard one. Do you know what 50 plus 50 is?" He got himself ready for school this morning. He wore his brand new Yoda t-shirt, given to him yesterday. I'm going to eat lunch with him at his school today. I'm going to go buy him a cake for later tonight. We celebrated his birthday this past weekend with my family and some of our friends.

What I want to say about my son on his 6th birthday:
He has, by far, the best laugh of any little boy I know. When he laughs he glows!
He is crazy good at the monkey bars
In my world, he is a math whiz :)
He loves "The Princess Bride."
He cares if he hurts my feelings, as he kind of did yesterday when he said he didn't like the present I bough him. When he realized he hurt my feelings, he started saying things like, "Wow! This is great!" "Look mom, this is COOL!"

My heart is FOREVER tangled up with his!

I love you my son!

"Bad Day" song lyrics insert here

This has been the hardest week I've endured in my professional career since my first year teaching. You'd know it to look at me too. Tonight as I stood in line at Target balancing a salad and cheetos (that's the combo I was craving) on top of a case of diapers and reminding Hunter to just chill out, I couldn't help but compare myself to the super-trendy and cute woman standing in front of me. She looked fit, tan, and was dressed to impress. She did not have a hair out of place. I looked at her shoes- leopard print pumps- and thought- "I'm just wrong." My hair had that static fabulous thing going on and my clothes were just not right on my body- I felt like that alien on "Men in Black" that stuffs his massive self into the skin of another person. I had no color in my cheeks and my eyes were "I cried a lot today" puffy.

At least I have the weekend to gain some perspective and somehow get "this" situation(referencing myself from head to foot) under control! Take Care!