whiny days

Mondays are a toss up. They can either go smoothly, or all crziness can break loose. I think that Michael is on a growth spurt, and so he is tired more. When Michael is tired, the whole world should be able to tell. He gets incredibly whiny and he gets his feelings hurt very easily. I mean you speak to him strongly and he starts glazing up with tears in his eyes. Today was one of those days. I met one of my good friends for lunch today. Who am I kidding, right now she's my only good friend. Anyway, I met layce for lunch eighth her cute eight month old daughter Alexis. Michael and Aiden had a fun time talking to her and staring at her respectively. Michael ate 6, count them, 6 pieces of pizza today. I would see that he was on his lst piece and throw another one on his plate and he just kept going. In fact, I had to go get more cheese pizza for me, because I gave him all of mine!!! Then after that I got him two brownies. That kid is growing. He and Kevin from church used to be the same exact size, and because they have the same hair color when you can't see they're clothes and they are running around, you used to not be able to tell who is who. Now Michael is a good inch taller at least! For now any way.
I am enjoying my (kinda) tow weeks off from Mother's Day Out until the fall semester starts. I am teaching, so I hope it won't be stressful. I think I'll just be nervous when Licensing is there. But I usually preform pretty well in high pressure situations. Who knows, that was before pregnancy hormones. Sometimes now when the fire alarm goes off, I feel like bursting out into tears like a two year old. I am sitting there thinking to myself what to do, and I do it, and then when I get outside, I just feel like falling on the ground and crying. How pathetic is that?? i guess I just want to good for the kids sake. And I hope I don't have any crazy parents or kids. I am not very patient with, shall I say it??, stupid people. I have to take a quote from Kathy Levine, one of the mdo teachers, "God bless the slow." So far I've been pretty blessed to have a teacher that is my equal opposite. Dana was always the take them to the side and be nicey nice person. Then when that didn't work, she would send me in to do the dirty work. Don't get me wrong, I'm as nice as I can be, but I just tell them the truth no one else wants to. That's how I would want to be treated. I NEED to know if my son is being a complete devil that day so that I can correct his attitude. Some parents aren't to that level yet, but I try and help whatever way I can.
I'm excited though about everything. I actually get to work in the same building that my children are in, and then I get to spend the rest of the day with them. I love that. Even when the children that I deal with all day zap me of every patient atom I have in me, I just pray for the Lord to help me, and I go home and try and love on them the best I can. Sometimes I can feel the Lord speak to me. I can't ever really hear it, I just feel it. When I am a millisecond away from screaming at Michael for the 80th time to do what I ask of him, I can just feel this small calm come over me as I take that breath in; and I can tell that he thinks I'm going to yell; and I just smile at him and ask him for a hug. Then I tell him how much I love him and that what he did was wrong, or whatever it might be at that moment. Then he gets to sit in time out or whatever the punishment is for today. I thank the Lord for that every single time. It's like he puts into my head what he would do, and I'm overcome with that desire just to love.
Michael is strong-willed, but he is probably the biggest goof ball of a child I have ever in my life seen. He just makes me laugh at how smart and goofy he is. But today he got his finger smushed at Pappaw's CiCi's. He was over at the car, and stuck his hand in the wring place at the wrong time and got it smushed really bad. He just cried for about 5 min. straight. All he wanted me to do was hold him. but then he had some coke, and it made it all better. The trials of childhood.
I don't know what to do. Aiden is about to not fit in size three diapers any more. I did get the Target brand that aren't as stretchy, so I might just go ahead and get the luvs again. They might fit him for a bit longer. Michael wears a size 5 diaper for bedtime. I guess I could just eventually use those. (sigh) I'm probably going to jinx myself by saying this, but Aiden has slept until 6 each morning now for 3 or 4 days straight. Tonight he went to bed about 8:30 or 9 or something. I think that is around the time he usually goes to bed. We can hope that this sleep pattern stays the same for a while at least. We shall see.
The picture of Aiden sleeping is after last nights cry fest. Then there are my bigger boys at chili's(note the even bigger hole in his pants) and Randi playing with the boys. and then there is Michael with Layce's baby st CiCi's today.
have a great night.