November 11, 2008

I got my house! Although I have been waiting for three years to get my own place, it feels like it happened so fast. I am so excited to take my son for a tour of his new room, and a ride around his new neighborhood. He has not even seen it, but I am hoping that it will be a pleasant surprise for him.

Even with all the excitement, I feel stressed about paying bills. The only bills I ever had to pay were my credit card bills and my car insurance bills. I hope that this does not kick me in the behind.

Okay, Okay, I will stop blabbering about my house. Instead I will blabber about my son. For a couple of months he has become the biggest Slipknot fan. He is not a teenager--he is three years old. All he talks about is Chris the drummer. All he wants for Christmas is a Slipknot mask. Most likely his dad will get it for him, but honestly, I think it will scare me at night.

Isn't it funny how children develop these personalities? It is interesting to me that everyone is so different, like they were meant to be that way. Whenever I am at the bookstore, I glance at the parenting books and wonder how child psychologists make it sound like they have the answers to raising a perfect, well-behaved child. I followed all the techniques to Super Nanny and followed everything that I read in Parents Magazine, but in reality, children have their own thoughts and ideas.