Doesn't Everyone Wear Power Rangers On Their Head?

Tomorrow I will be considered 8 weeks pregnant. Two weeks ago I was worried about the impending morning sickness that was sure to come. I already started getting the extreme tiredness. It seemed anytime I sat down for a moment my eyes needed to close. However, that was two weeks ago and since I'm typing this and not saying it out loud I should be avoiding any jinxing...I am feeling fine. So far, so good and no sickness and even better the extreme tiredness has gone away. Mike is thrilled we are going to bed earlier these days but I can function like a human now.

Rooney is still talking about his sister and brother. He seems to understand that there is only one baby in momma's tummy now (which he knows is his brother) but he is saying that his sister is in his tummy (or sometimes his heart). I'm not sure how that works out relation wise, but he sometimes tells me the baby is hungry or the baby need to take a body rest. He will generally squirm all over me when we lay in my bed together and if I ask him to be gentle because of the baby he will lay next to me and pat my tummy. He will tell me the baby is so cute and that he is being gentle. Sometimes he'll then try to tickle the baby or he might give him a kiss. It is really so sweet and I have no doubt that he will be a great big brother and a great big helper for mom!

As I mentioned before, we officially considered Roon potty trained weeks ago and he has been doing excellent with that. Since I wrote he has only had one accident and that was just yesterday. He has become so confident with going potty now that he has started to tell Mike and I that he does not need help and he can go potty on his own. A good portion of the time he has to come back out and ask us to unbutton his pants and he always walks out with his pants around his ankles. He is becoming so independant (and a bit mouthy) these days. He is often proclaiming he can do something by himself and does not need help. Last week he told me he did not want to take a bath, he was going to brush his own teeth and put himself to bed. Of course Mike and I said "Great!". If he had not already had a shower that afternoon we may have protested more about that but maybe not. He was very determined and he basically did it. Mike said he did read him a story but Roon got himself into bed and that was it not a peep until morning.

This is all very exciting and of course sad (to me). I've been dreading since the day he was born the day he would go off to school. People teased me because it was at least 5 years off but here we are 3-1/2 years later and he's a big boy. He will be starting preschool in the Fall. Just 2 mornings a week but he is excited to go. Many of his friends already go and he has been asking. He wanted to start the day we registered him and of course he expects that his friends April, Charlie and Felix will be with him. He was really sad when I said it would be months before he could start and thankfully his good bud Parker will be there as well. I did sign him up for a few classes without Mom this Spring so that should give him a good taste of what school will be like.

Lastly, I wanted to put a little note in about Rooney and Dad's new favorite past time...wrestling. They have wrestled for quite awhile so that is not new but a little while ago Rooney kept wanting to "Tackle". He was constantly asking Mike and I to "tackle". Of course that quickly became a Daddy/Son bonding ritual and quickly it evolved into full blown wrestling sessions. Lately every night after dinner Mike and Roon will adjourn down to the basement for a little rough housing. Normally the session starts with Rooney saying "I'm going to take you down to Chinatown, Boy!" and it ends with him climbing the stairs back to Mom in tears. Of course he is constantly getting hurt but it doesn't really appear to be from the actual wrestling. One night Mike turned off the lights while Rooney was still climbing the stairs so he fell and bruised his cheek. That same night he fell and hit his ear on the couch. He bruised just the outer rim...weird. This week he got hurt because he was standing on Dad's head and fell.

Sometimes I wonder if he is gearing up to later make an appearance in the Darwin Awards or if doing this stuff while he's young will keep him out? All I know is that the moment someone brings a folding chair into the mix I'm making some phone calls.