That gum you like is going to come back in style

There's something sick about the fact that my son cries when it's time to leave preschool. Seriously. He wanted to go today, and when I told him he couldn't, he got upset and decided to wear his bookbag around the house all day anyway. He's not going to be happy when he hears he can't go back until Wednesday either. It's going to be a long couple of days.

Yesterday we were out at the playground for a couple of hours again. I'm savoring our time outside more these days, knowing that the end is near. As I watched Evan hit golf balls over the fence onto the baseball field, I wondered why a kid that can hit a golf ball 30 yards can't poop on the potty? This is a question for the ages.

Tomorrow I think we're headed up to Erie for the day. I'd like to try to see my mom, because we haven't seen her in a few weeks, but I'm not sure if she's even going to be home. We're also going to look for a comforter for Evan's bed--if we can't find one we like, we'll have to order online. And of course there's the Kohl's giftcard left over from my birthday that's burning a hole in my wallet. So we'll be buzzing around town tomorrow, kicking back and enjoying some nice family time. That works for me.