Settling In

Ah...subdivision living. I can actually hear bugs at night and see the stars. Our neighbors all have little rugrats just like ours. My son thinks it's like living in Disneyland. The bad news, he's socializing. Ok, so that's good news for him, bad news for me. My aunt warned me. If you think it's bad when your child scrapes his knee or needs stiches (or needs a sponge extracted from his nose or popcorn from his ear...oh, sorry, totally other story), wait until someone hurts his feelings. Yow. She was right. Well, so far so good.

He was riding bikes the other day with all the other little scruffy boys. Ok, ok, so he was the only one who's mom was following behind him, hiding in the shrubs so as not to mess with his nearly five-year-old coolness. My husband suggested I borrow his hunting camo next time. Hey, I just might ;)

More good news. I think the two year old has come off her post-move potty strike. We've gone four whole days with no major accidents (nighttime is another story, but last time I checked, there's no such thing as night pre-school, so we're good for fall). I had to resort to bribery with M&M's though. Still, I'll take it.

Robin