Hayden looses his first tooth

Well it is offical Hayden had lost his first tooth. It wasnt his first loose tooth. That one is still hanging out. But he lost a tooth and thats the exciting part.
The tooth was hanging by a thread and he was refusing to eat and kept saying it hurt. So he asked daddy to pull it. So daddy did. He was relieved and excited.
The tooth fairy left him 5 glittery, and crisp dollar bills and left him a letter. He cant wait to loose more. He has 3 loose ones!
Hadley keeps telling him is talking funny, which he isnt but she gets a kick out of it.

Baptism 8/30/2015

Sunday, after church services Hayden tells me "mommy,mommy i was saved!" i love it and he says it everytime they do it. The boy is always ready to renew his love for Jesus.
The next part is what was different. "I want to be baptised momma"
So of course I think that is great. But i need to know he fully understands what that means. He tells me " it means that i would not be new on the inside. I would be clean and full of love in my heart for Jesus" I'll take that. So off we walked to go sign up.
After confusing and being lost we are almost to the table to sign up. And Hayden is so excited and happy. Buy then he says "mommy when were you baptized?" i clinch my face as i admit i never had been.
You see going to a baptist church and being told horrible scary things made me warry about it. I love the idea and the reasoning and I always want to but the memories always got to me. No, i did not tell Hayden that. We keep walking and he says "momma you should do it with me"
Something in his voice and in his sweet smile made a instant response happen. I say "you know what bubba, im gonna do it with you!"
He is estatic. Sister immediately became distraught as she ask to join us. But she is too little. I remind her she has Jesus in her heart and soon she will old enough and maybe GiGi or even daddy may join her. She accepted that but she wasnt leaving my side At all.
So my son goes first. He comes up from the water with the biggest smile and is full of pure happiness. And is all to eager to help mommy climb in for her turn. (broken foot makes climbing in a tank interesting sight to say the least)
The pastor ask me "do you have Jesus i. Your heart"  i say "yes" he ask a frw more questions that become a blur as I stare at the two faces of my beautiful children infront of me, watching me make this comittment and visual display of my faith and love for Jesus. They dunk me and i feel the warmth in the cold water.
That day my life changed. I shared a moment with my son that I will never forgot. I am so eager to watch his faith and love grow as he grows. The boy loves him some Jesus and I'm right there with him. 💛💙💜💚👣🙏☝🙌

Homeschooling 2nd grade

My son has never had it easy when it comes to school. He loves learning and is very adventurous but school there always seems to be an issue.
In October of 2014 Hayden's teacher called me and informed me that she was on the track to recomend him being held back. You see accordingly to her he was to immature for the first grade. And being a summer baby was the reasoning.
So while on the phone at 8 pm with my son's teacher I'm Hearing that she is writting him off.
The rest of the year was nothing but emails between the councillor and the principle and his teacher. I begged for occupational therapy. As a mother i noticed at home he was having writting issues, amoung other fine motor skill issues.
At school it was everything from talking and playing pranks(yes he is a 6 year old boy) to not finishing work to writting love notes. I talked to him regularly. He always said the timed work stressed him out. He didnt write fast enougn and he got in trouble for not finishing or got in trouble for not doing it. He knew rhe material. He can spell and reads on level. Writting is just too much.
As a mother this was enough. Never mind them taking away his hot lunch and giving the lactose intolerant child a cheese sandwhich. And nevermind he had lunch money the teacher didn't turn it in. We decided to homeschool. He wanted to make a field trip in May but the next week i withdrew him. Done over it. The school system and his teacher failed him.
We have bee homeschooling for almost 2 months. I have come to the conclusion he may have dysgraphia. His writting is still very poor, he cant seem to gripe a pencil well and it takes an hr to get 10 words written 3 times. And thats not from lack of him doing it. He is trying and crying.
We have started small exercises and i have bought a pencil kit that is suppose to help and we have backed off most writting. Doing more verbal and typing. He is thriving and learning so much. Even sleeping better and not as anxious or nervous or dare i say it .... Hyper.
Homeschooling has been hard but it has been worth it. Im looking forward to the rest of the journey.

Husband.

I look at my husband and sometimes i get annoyed. I think to myself "it must be nice to sit on your butt while i clean the kitchen." or "must be nice to have clean clothes folded and put up for you." never mind his mid day nap he can take anywhere at anytime.
It is easy to get frustrated. Im the stay at home mom, I do all the cooking, cleaning, laundry, grounding, scheduling and so much more. I'm on the clock 24/7.
He works and does bath time and takes out the trash after i ask him 500 million times. And sometimes he will swept or switch the laundry.
But i am working on reminding myself that really none of this should be annoying me. I have a husband that supports his family financially and more
He is gone alot and when he is home he is lazy. But I have a husband that works 40 plus hrs a week. That is a wonderful thing. He has a job.
When he is home he does help me sometimes. Sometimes i have to ask one times than i care too but he does help sometimes. Even though he worked his labored day job for 8 hrs.
He never makes dinner. Ever. Even when im sick. But hey we have money for groceries and money for the pizza that i ordered while hacking up a lung.
He is a wonderful day. Mostly nothing i can complain there. Besides his short temper with them when they are on their crazy roll but thats ok. He tries as the kids try to rip away his sanity.
This whole blog seems silly. But to me it isnt. To me im writting this to remind myself that the fact that I am not alone in this life i have is a blessing. I have support. I have help and i have exactly what I need.
So Amiee, remeber you are lucky. He is not a complete asshole. He is not lazy. He is not useless. He is just an asshat who works his ass off. Let him nap. Let his sit on that ass and drink his beer.