We have been weighing our priorities. Bear has decided we need a second floor. Of course, he's also decreed that he only should use toothpaste on Sundays. Also? Naps on Tuesdays, but only if he's tired first and I make him a sippy cup of chocolate Instant Breakfast - heavy on the chocolate.

Furthermore, he feels any new house should have a bedroom for Nana and another one for his Auntie Dee - who he wants to marry when he grows up. Because Police Officers are real people when they aren't working and plus he's going to be an Archeologist Police Officer. And a daddy.

One of my former bosses here at Mega asked me today if I would follow him join his team at our offices in Australia for a couple of years. He would sponsor the visas for CD and I. He needs strong PM's, and he's offered this before - and I am sorely tempted. But it would mean going into an office every day. Oh. And being half a PLANET away from my family and friends. And that snow I like so much? Yeah, not so much.

I look around, and realize that my impotent anger at being stuck in a house that doesn't work is fading. I see the future as possibility now. It helps soothe some of the bruised parts of me.

I looked at CD last night and said "With the money we'll get from the sale of this house, we could just bum around the world with Bear."

"You mean a vacation? Or a month?"

I blinked and thought. "No, I mean, for a year."

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Me: Good Morning.

Bear: Good Morning! (Bounce! Bounce! Bounce!)

Me: Uh, what are you doing up so (glance at clock) freakishly early?

Bear: It's a BEAUTIFUL day, Mommy! I'm really excited! Can we start now?

Me: Uh, sure.

Bear: Yay!

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1 Welcome home! I've enjoyed your last few entries. I hope you find a way to make your dreams come true. If you truly believe you can have them, you will find a way. There is no doubt about it

Posted by: Eyes for Lies at August 22, 2005 03:26 AM (QhI+Z)

2 Aaah, early morning parenthood - there's nothing like it! I know you have the cover of that Parenting magazine on the site because of the reference to this blog in one of the articles . . . but every time I see the little boy on the cover, my mind automatically thinks that's Bear!

Posted by: Monica C. at August 22, 2005 08:43 AM (gkN3L)

3 That's the way us breast men are in the mornings. Er, sometimes. Till we get Old.

Posted by: ben at August 24, 2005 02:30 PM (9IFwp)

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Me and the Bear are hanging out tonight. Other than a long trip to the town zero-depth water park, zippedee has gotten done today. CD's off at some work emergency.

Curled up on the couch, watching Power Rangers - but not an episode with the mass-murderer in it. And out of nowhere, he sticks his head up my t-shirt and rests his face between my breasts.

At some point, I'm going to wonder what triggered my almost-five-year-old to regress....

Me: Hey, what doing?

Bear: Nothing.

Me: Then why is your head up my shirt?

Bear: Because I like your breasties.

Me: That's nice, sweetie. But your head belongs somewhere else.

Bear: Where?

Me: Anywhere else (rearranging him).

Bear: I miss your milk.

Me: Hmmm?

Bear: When I was a baby, I drank milk from your breasts.

Me: Uh, yes. Yes, you did.

Bear: Why did I have to stop?

Me: You didn't have to, honey. It was just time, and you let me know you were excited to do other things.

Bear: Like what?

Me: Uh, walk?

Bear: Oh. OK. And help pick tomatoes?

Me: Uh, sure. You want to go do that now?

Bear: Yes!

*whew*

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1 I'm laughing because my five year old (girl) still has a thing for my boobs. Not that long ago she said "Mom, I'm thirsty." I said, "Go get yourself a glass of water." "No, I want milk . . . from your boobs." "Sorry, I'm fresh out."

Posted by: Jessica at August 21, 2005 02:51 PM (OdHvr)

2 ROFLMAO!!! Too cute.

Posted by: Cheryl at August 21, 2005 02:59 PM (xz8OC)

3 That's really sweet...I had to finally tell my six year old that he couldn't touch mine. He liked to softly "squish" them and said they reminded him of pillows...ugh.

Posted by: E at August 21, 2005 03:46 PM (Knn1n)

4 I have no children... but any child under the age of four seems to like to bury their head in my chest. Specially those of the under 1 year old sort. At first I used to get kinda uncomfortable, but my friend's who are mom's would just laugh and say, "better you than me!"

Posted by: suzanne at August 21, 2005 05:18 PM (QerFx)

5 LOL! Alison still refers to my boobs as "milks". In fact, to her, everyone's boobs - including Daddy's nipples - are "milks". I suppose it's a healthy association, although I have had to stop her from talking about my "milks" in public more than once!

Posted by: Jean at August 21, 2005 10:54 PM (cAiLl)

6 oh my gosh... that is a riot. definately one to write in the baby book!

Posted by: nina at August 22, 2005 02:22 AM (46qhZ)

7 I have visions of this conversation in my future.

Posted by: Anna at August 22, 2005 05:15 PM (9JgQF)

8 It's not regression, just nostalgia... He's a sweetie.

Posted by: Mary at August 23, 2005 01:19 PM (fsliW)

9 Girl Terror told me this morning I have nice boobies. Lately they seem to be a focus of hers. She couldn't understand why I told her to stop poking my nipples in the grocery store line-up. She said "But they are sticking out at me!"

Posted by: Tammy at August 24, 2005 04:28 PM (M++hX)

10 Ha, wow. My elder has a breast fetish, but he's never been quite so verbal about it.

Posted by: A.K. at August 25, 2005 07:35 AM (MuI3T)

11 lmao....men!

Posted by: Soccamom at August 26, 2005 04:40 PM (CuxC8)

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