I’m going to hold you to that.
May 13, 2011
Xander informed me yesterday that when he grows up he is taking all of his ‘guys’ (stuffed animals) with him, and that he’s going to put them all on his bed or in his room. So, he can’t be surprised or upset when I arrive at his college dorm room with a big box of stuffed animals, right? I’m sure I’ll be happy to get them out of the house by then.
He also tells me that he plans to marry Katie (a girl in his school – they’ve had this planned for almost a year now). And that he is going to ‘grow’ three children and name them Parker, Shell and Foot. I’m not sure if Katie got a say in what to name her children, so hopefully there is some room for negotiation there 
We live in a small town. I mean, really small. When we moved in, we bumped the number from 84 to 91 people in town. It’s small enough to not have a school. Taxes pay tuition for local children to attend any school in the district. So that’s kind of cool – we can pick any of the 7 schools to send our children to. It was easy enough to narrow the choice down to two schools and now we’re stuck. School #1 is in the bigger, regional town. By high school all of the children in the surrounding town are fed into this regional high school. It is also the town that both Zach and I work in. It is the town where the boys’ doctors are located as well as their day care. School #2 is also an excellent school. It’s closer to home, they have a contract signed with our town so even if class sizes are big, they can’t turn our kids away, which is a small risk at the 1st school. We’ve talked to parents with children in both schools, and everyone has had positive experiences at both schools. My next step is to contact the schools and set up some observation time.
I tried to convince Xander to take a mulligan on his 3rd year – to just have a do-over because I’m not ready to have a 4 year old, but he wasn’t interested. 4 years. It just keeps running through my head – 4 years. I’ve been a parent for 4 years now. And 4 years later I waffle between self-satisfaction that I have something figured out and complete frustration that 4 years later I still don’t have anything figured out.
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