Frankie would like to wish everyone a very happy Fat Tuesday. And hopefully a non-hung-over Ash Wednesday. Please forgive him if mommy can't remember her french well enough to have spelled the title of this post correctly.
You don't want to know what he did to get all those beads.
Things I'm sorry about: I'm sorry your crazy mommy grabbed you (while you were IN YOUR PAJAMAS) and ran out of the house into the cold without a coat. I'm also sorry I said all of those bad words while we were running down the street. Also, sorry for crying in the cab, and for making you wait two hours just to have a doctor put a band aid on your head.
Things you will never do again: Climb the ladder - I don't care how many light bulbs need to be changed, or how fun you think it is. We'll sit in the dark before you ever see that ladder again.
Things I'm thankful for: That you didn't break your head. That you were such a good boy - telling everyone in the ER waiting room that you "fell off the ladder, ouch". When, completely unprompted, you exclaimed "Bye, doctor!" as we left the hospital - the doctor, intern and nurse all thought you were such a cutie pie.
Things I'd like you to think about in the future: If we have to go to the hospital again, they may start to keep a file on Mommy and Daddy. Then they might make you a ward of the state. Please be careful.
On Wednesday, Frankie said goodbye to Kami (above), who has taken care of him and been his constant companion since he was 3 months old, and started school. It's been a pretty emotional couple of days, Frankie has cried every morning when he's dropped off, Mommy (and Kami, and Daddy) have cried too. But according to the teachers at his school - Frankie brightens up after a couple of minutes and is a happy, well-adjusted kid. As hard as it is to take him out of a wonderful situation where he's been coddled and treated to his every whim, it was time that he learned to play with other kids and realize that there are rules that most civilized people follow in their day to day interactions. I didn't want him to be that annoying 5 year old who doesn't listen when his name is called and expects everyone cater to him.
He's certainly showing signs of adjusting to these new rules. Yesterday - I picked him up at 3:00 and we went to the park. We were having a ball swinging on the swings, playing in the sandbox and sliding down the slide. Then he wanted to climb on the big kids ladder up to a treehouse. After I dragged him away a couple of times, he broke free and scampered up the ladder. The ladder that leads to the platform that's taller than me. When I reach up to get him down I can barely grab his ankles. So what does he do? He jumps. Yep, he jumps off of the platform that's taller than mommy. Because of my excpetional hand eye co-ordination (years of being a lacrosse golie) I catch him. The lady standing next to me gives me a look that's part amazment that he had no fear and just jumped, and part "what an awful mom - who must be somehow responsible for this fearless child". Needless to say - I figured it was time to leave the park. Frankie had some creative differences. He wanted to stay and climb the ladder again. After much screaming and throwing of the body, I strap him into the stroller and we start off for home.