Back to School

I tried to be a good mom on Tuesday.  I tried to do what all those other good moms from all the conference talks do.  I took Rex out.  Just me and him to go back to school shopping.  Well, not really back to school since Rex has never really been to school in the first place, but whatever.  I was hoping for some real bonding time; some Rex will know he's really important time; some Rex will remember this forever time.   Reality: Rex was a bit confused. Grandma Libby watched Alice and Rex and I went to Target.  The first thing Rex said when we got inside was, "Where's Alice?"  I explained that she stayed home with Grandma so that just me and him could go out.  He was still concerned that we'd left Alice at home.  I just took him to the clothes section. I told him he could pick out one shirt to wear on the first day of Joy School next week.  He picked the first shirt he saw, and then the second, and then he headed over to the girls rack.  I steered him back to the boys clothes and about 20 minutes later he'd finally chosen a shirt and only because I said I'd buy him an ICEE.  So we got his shirt and a few other things that needed buying and headed to the check out and then to the ICEE machine.  He liked this part the best.  In the end, I don't think he cared much.  He was excited to show Dad his new shirt and he hasn't even asked to wear it--it's for the first day of school.   I think Rex would rather sip chocolate milk and read stories on my bed than go shopping.  I think I would too.  At least I tried, right?

Showing off his new T-Rex shirt

And his blue ICEE tongue

As a side note: on the way home we were talking about going to Joy School and how much fun it was going to be and Rex asked if I was going to stay with him.  I told him no.  He asked me to stay at school with him even though it's just going to be at Jack's house.  Then today he asked if I was going to stay with him at Grandma's house when we went over for dinner.  I think he's a bit more nervous for school than he lets on.

Speaking of back to school,  I went back this week too.  I've been a little nervous about going back.  Because Rex doesn't nap anymore I don't have all that extra time to study.  Meaning I have 2-3 hours a night to study.  So I was nervous about having to spend all my free time reading and never getting any sleep.  And then I "went" to class on Wednesday night (it was a Skype-type conference call since I'm in North Carolina and everyone else is in Utah) and I was super hyper the rest of the night.  I had more energy; I had more to say; I was happier; I just felt better (you know, emotionally--we all know that this year has been a rough one for me).  I guess I'm a major dork, but I really like school.  I forget that I like it, but in the end, I really like school and it makes me happy.