A menagerie of musings

Looking more and more like I will once again be eating my words and more horrendously my thoughts as I begin the process to home school the B-I-G. Notorious is all set up with an actual desk and supplies. Just intro'ing the idea in case the inevitable happens. No word yet and no promises either on a suitable teacher for the class so now I am bugging the Diva for teacher tips, curriculum and OMG how DO I do this??? I know how to teach 24 kiddos but how do I teach one AND do laundry AND clean AND cook AND undo the million a minute messes Tiny Mr Destructo creates along his fast moving path. And the pressure to do it all well. AAAGGGHHH!
Then there is the issue of my fat arse. Slacked off on the workouts just a tad and wouldn't ya know my snail's pace sad excuse for a metabolism just starts puh-acking on the pounds. geez. No respite for me. So it is back to no carbs and hard core painful workouts to get these fat rolls off my back and look more like the regular me. Sad to say all my new friends have NO IDEA how I really look IRL!!! So sad...so frustrating. My thorn.
Remember my jaunt about all the stuff I have been given? Well, still have barely touched the stack of paper napkins although I am compelled to do something really creative just to make my diva friend laugh but good lawrd do I have the time to be creative with all this homeschool junk in my head and workouts to be done? no. But the thought is there.
So, back to free stuff. Neighbor K-T comes over with this jolly little package of all cranberry scented soap, gel, shimmer lotion ( i LUV anything that glitters or shimmers!!!) and this yummy deeeelicious cranberry lipgloss, which also shimmers. Oh, the why? Her dog chewed on it so she could not give it at a party (she sells all this stuff, btw) so wow, merry christmas to me!
My shower smells divine!!
I just keep loading her up with food every time I bake. It really is the only way I know how to say thanks.
Now for Pitufo. His most funny thing by far and at this moment is calling me "sha sha" and he knows it is funny. Por ejemplo, "What doing Sha Sha?" or "What dat Mama Sha Sha?"
It is so precious. I knew from the moment he was born and came out a boy and not the sonogram predicted girl, that this kid would be a light and a laugh for me. He is my kindred spirit and man is he cute.
As to girl and not boy, the thought still swirls through my head on a pretty regular basis. This incomplete feeling in our family. I seem to be the only one feeling this way as I think at this point Pompey is afraid of adding female to the mix since we do an excellent job with our brood if I do say so myself. But there is this longing, an ache...and I am on a two year course to determine is it an ache for a daughter or is there truly one more child yet to be in our fam? I just do not know. I DO know that this body MUST be muuuuuuuch smaller before I even ponder adding a pregnancy induced weight gain so not even in the planning stages. But, one must always be prepared for an oops a daisy. Case in point, Tiny. I keep hearing the older and wiser say "You never regret the kids you have" and I think omg, what if I spend the rest of my life wondering who that last baby is/was? As a mother, that just makes me want to barf in unexplainable heartache...does anyone else ever feel this?
Pitufo and Elefante helped deliver presents to the tree today as I was wrapping. Elefante talked to me, for the first time that I can ever recall...She said "thank you" with tete in mouth, well the speaker's anyways...Elefante is so real. Uses her arms, asks to be held and rocked to sleep. I swear she is going to get a shelf of platinum upon which to rest when Pitufo has grown past her. It is the sweetest friendship I have ever known.
Notorious informed me the other night that he is going to marry his teacher when he grows up. I told him that was okay with me. She's smart, pretty and she likes kids. Not a bad standard to begin with if you ask me.
Musing, musing...I think that is the end.