Finally! An update.

Yep-it has been a long time since my last post.  And yes, I had previously promised that would never happen again.  Oh well.

We managed to move through fall without too many issues.  Lucas loved being at his new old day care center and seemed to thrive in the four year old room.  He was quick to tell us all the dirt-who wasn't listening that day, who didn't eat their lunch, who got hurt, etc.  He doesn't miss much.  We did the typical holiday things-pumpkins, Thanksgiving, Christmas and Hanukkah.    We traveled to Buffalo for the winter holidays and had a great time as always.  Despite the calendar saying we were in winter, Pittsburgh didn't get much snow this year.  So our time playing in the snow and sliding down our front hill was limited.  We also entered the super hero phase of being a little boy. If he wasn't pretending he was a super hero, he was playing with his many super hero figurines.  Have you ever noticed how poorly acted the original Batman TV show was?  Do you think they could have spent a little more time making Bruce Wayne a mask that he could actually see out of?

Spring was another set of adventures and it seemed like Lucas grew up over night.  He was starting to suddenly make all these adult type comments and connections that left both Marc and I looking at each other asking, "Did he really just say that?"  Here is one gem for you:

I have a potty mouth, especially when I drive.  "JC" is a frequent utterance.  I know I need to clean it up.  Marc had taken Lucas to a Purim festival at his parents' temple in March.  As they were coming out of the activity room, Lucas noticed that it was snowing and stated, "Jesus Christ, is that snow?"  After Marc got home and told me about the outburst, I took a few minutes to laugh and then realized it was inappropriate.  Not just because my four year old was essentially swearing but he was doing it at a temple.  Bad, bad, bad.  I knew he got it from hearing me.  The next day on the way home from day care I decided to have "the talk" with Lucas.  I told him I wasn't mad (he is over sensitive) but wanted to know why he said what he said.  He didn't really answer me so I said was it because he has heard me say it when I am mad.  He said yes.  I told him it wasn't a good thing to say, that I shouldn't say it either and we both need to work on not saying it anymore.

That would have been all fine except that Lucas is starting to go to the special children's lituragy at my church.  Clearly they will mention Jesus.  So I needed to let him know it was OK to say it when we were at church.

His response:  So it is only OK to say bad words in church Mommy?

Other funny remarks include talking about how he was nervous to meet us when he was in my belly.  He thought and thought and thought about what we would look like and he didn't know if he was going to know what we looked like or if he would recognize us when he came out. 

Lucas is very interested in having a little baby brother or sister.  A friend from school just had twin sisters born and the kids have been crazy with excitement about their arrival.  As is typical for kids, Lucas wasn't initially grasping that I can't just give him the type of baby he wants.  I think he is finally OK with that idea but said the other day that it is OK if I don't have the right baby the first time, I can keep trying until I have the right one.  Sure . . . .