Things of Which I Would Not Speak. Until Now.

Good Ness. Just when I thought I was on a posting roll, I clammed smooth up. It's not that there hasn't been anything to write about. In fact, just the opposite is true. Some crazy stuff has come to pass, but I haven't had time to sit down and sort it all out. Or, if you want me to be honest about it, I haven't wanted to commit some of these items to words for fear that they might just fall to pieces. But they may anyway, so whatever, right?

I think I'll do what I do best when I'm suffering from blog-fodder overload:
Bullets, baby.

• Until a week or so ago, Al was a paci hound. He'd suck and chew on a Mam all day long if you'd let him. But only at home. At daycare, he hasn't used a pacifier in several months. When I voiced my concern (again) about how hard it was going to be to take it away, the Mr. asked at what age he should give it up. "Duh, about a year ago," I told him. So we embarked on Project Give Up the Paci the next day. The rule is that he can only have a pacifier if he is in lying in bed ready to go to sleep (we'll deal with nighttime paci usage some other time). There have only been two major meltdowns, and a handful of 4pm "my go yay down night-night wih fashie" declarations. And now that he's paci-less most of the time, he just looks so big. I wasn't quite ready for that part.
  
• I'm in the final days of my current job. My next job, which begins in August, won't be too terribly different from my current job, except that it will entail absolutely none of the things that I do not enjoy about my current job. How's that for specificity? During these last few days while I've performed the most loathsome duties of my current position, I've been tempted to shout, "This is the very last time I'll ever do THIS again!" But I know that's probably not wise.
  
• Alex peed in the potty at school. Peer pressure rocks. I refuse to push the issue here at home because I just don't want to become engulfed in that battle just yet. Besides, we've got plenty on our plate with that first bullet up there.
• Al was finally accepted into our first-choice daycare/preschool. He starts the day before I start my new job. Just writing this makes my stomach flip-flop because it still seems too good to be true. Y'all, this place is the Holy Grail of daycares. I signed up on the wait list the day after I found out I was pregnant. We were on the wait list for just shy of 3 years before I got The Call.
  
• The Mr. quit his job. He's now self-employed. We're a big ol' stew of optimism and fear and sweat and nerves and glee up in here.

And out of all that, that first bullet is the one that is throwing me the hardest.

So yeah--a few items of relative importance. Now that I've gotten all of that off my chest, maybe I can go back to regaling you with tales of weird number associations and bommut-kissing.