I realize I'm too old for this

but I was seriously. seriously. excited about this last night. It's clear I don't get out much, since I took almost personal pride in David Cook's American Idol victory last night.

I was thinking about this while getting ready this morning. There was a time not very long ago when I might have been embarrassed to admit that I am a diehard-never-miss-an-episode fan of such a teeny bopper show. You know what?! I think I'm finally getting old enough that I don't care if it makes me look like a dork. Rob and I have a great time hanging out together every Tuesday and Wednesday night watching the show. For the record, he's not as happy as I am this morning. My poor, misguided husband is a huge Archie fan.

So, now that my little confessional for the morning is over...

I'll be taking Sam to school soon. He was home all day yesterday for a non-existent illness, which made getting any work done very difficult. It's not his fault, but the kid had tons of energy but had to be stuck inside with me all day. It's days like yesterday, though, that I count my lucky stars for my job. I get to do something I love from home, which means if Sam is sick, there are usually no worries that he can be home with his mommy until he's better.

Except he wasn't sick yesterday. Did I mention that? I got a call on Tuesday that he'd thrown up during naptime. The story was that he woke up out of a sound sleep, sick as a dog. Well, he was as bouncy as could be 15 min. later when I arrived to take him home. After much conversation about the incident, it would seem that his allergies caused a nagging cough (which has been going on for days now). The tickle finally mad him gag up some of his lunch. I won't go into further detail, but suffice it to say that Sam knew exactly the contents and volume of said sickness.

Thank goodness he wasn't actually sick. It would stink to be sick this week, as he's about to turn four. I think this is the first time he's really looked forward to his birthday for so long. He was excited last year, but he knows exactly when it is this year and can't WAIT for his party at the firehouse this Saturday.

Lost cuteness
I saw a digiscrap the other day about the cute things that this woman's kids don't do any longer. She commented that we capture lots of firsts, but have no way of knowing when something might be happening for last time. That struck me as so true!

Sam no longer comments that "five minutes is A LOT" when warned that a given activity is coming to a close. He no longer says "OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!" while watching a ceiling fan spin above him. He doesn't even call me Mommy all the time anymore! He's started to just say "Mom" about half the time now.

I know there are many more. I think I'll mentally gather them and see if I can do a layout of my own. It seems like an appropriate way to mark his birthday. Maybe it will get my mind off of the slight sadness that I just can't shake every year at this time. I love him to pieces and am still in awe of how lucky we are to have been brought together, but I also just know in my gut that his birthmom must struggle at this time of year. I wish she could see what an amazing little boy our son is.