Music In My Life

I love listening to music. And I listen to all kinds. Everything. Although classic country's not really my thing. But Michael loves it, so sometimes it's on.
Most of the time, music means something to me that I can relate to. Life, love, kids. Good and bad times. Sometimes music is just something fun to listen to that puts me in a good mood. I mean, who doesn't need a little 'Moves Like Jagger' in their life to put a smile on their face?? Kyle doesn't have the same appreciation for music as I do. Unless it's Jason Aldean's 'Big Green Tractor', he doesn't relate. Now, I love playing music loud in the car when I have my 4 year old neice, Kendyl with me. She LOVES music. She sings with me. She does a lot of foot tapping and head bobbing. It's just fun.
If you know me, you probably know that I have an unhealthy infatuation for Keith Urban. I really love him and his music. But yesterday, in the car, a new John Mayer song came on. It's called 'Shadow Days'. I LOVE this song. I already really like John Mayer. Afterall, he had the good sense to have a Crossroads concert with Keith Urban. But I like him even more now.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S4FC9iuftAA
We had a bad week with David this week. He had the flu one minute, and we were in the hospital the next. It happened so fast. He is just unable to digestively cope with belly issues. He has a hard enough time when he's well, so you can forget about it when he isn't. I think these were definitely some very shadowy days for all of us. We were tired. We were frustrated. We were unhappy. David was all of these things and then some. But now he's doing better. He's still a little tired. He's not near as frustrated. His belly issues are doing a little better. He can go back to school tomorrow to try to establish a routine again after a week. It is high time to put our shadow days behind us. I'm ready for some sunny days. Some beautiful ones that we can enjoy being outside with the kids.
Now, I do know that I will have more shadowy days. I get that. But this past week is gone and we can't get it back. I've said before that I would go through lots of bad days to get to the good ones. And I am eternally grateful for the good ones that I've been blessed with.

Growing Up Is Hard To Do

Kyle turns 6 next month. I love him so much and just cannot fathom that he is going to be 6.  He is discovering who he is and trying to figure out where he's going. He is almost finished with kindergarten. While sometimes it has been a challenge for him (talking, talking, in class), he has learned a lot of great things and picked up on some not so great things. He's never been exposed to such an array of different kids that are all "typically developing" kids. Our house is pretty unexciting and drama free compared to a classroom of 5 & 6 year olds. His reading skills are starting to develop. He can write sentences. He knows his address and phone number. Still working on shoe tying, but it's coming along. He is so far from perfect, yet a perfectionist. He is undeniably ALL boy. Dirt, trucks, tractors, guns. Those things are his favorite things.
He is always talking about turning 16 and driving. He's talking about getting married and moving away (SCARY). He was even playing "restaurant" a month or so ago and his dad was the waiter. When asked what he would like to drink with his "meal", he asked for a "beer" and said to Michael, "Just pretend I'm 21, ok?" I don't even know how he KNEW he had to be 21 to order that!
Don't get me wrong. I'm excited to get to watch him grow up. Mentally and physically. It's been a different roller coaster ride for me with Kyle than with David. In fact, my journey with David wouldn't even be considered a roller coaster ride. More like bumper cars with all the unexpected bumps, lurches, and crashes. Mentally David will never grow up. But Kyle is doing it right before my eyes. Sometimes I just want to tell him not to be in such a hurry. Take the time to enjoy it. What I wouldn't give to go back and be a kid sometimes. Not to have the stress and worries that come with being an adult. Just to be footloose and fancy free.
He still has a long way to go before he gets his license, or orders that first beer. (Pray for my sanity when those days come.) For now, his biggest worry is to decide whether or not to have a monster truck party or an Army party for his birthday!
And my biggest worry is what question he will ask me next about life. Sometimes great questions and sometimes HARD questions!