This is PERSONAL

FOR THE FIRST TIME I BEG YOU TO READ IN ENTIRETY.  I HAVE A POINT that's important.

I have not been able to bare looking at a computer screen very much for the past month if not longer. So forgive any typos. If you read this blog on occasion, you're used to them.

Out of seven days of the week, I'm almost completely DEBILATATED with migraines off and on throughout the day. EVERY DAY. I'm going through Imitrex like candy. What's worse is that the Imitrex and Maxalt (these are non narcotic sumatriptans) make me feel lethargic and very weak. Sumaprose (sp) injections are worse because I feel as if I'm having a heart attack.

However, I have a five year old, so suffering through them without taking something to ease the migraines is not optional. Plus in the past when I have decided to just "suffer through them" they can get out of control so bad to the point it can leave me almost catatonic and go right through night and day - for days. They are so bad that I haven't seen a lot of family that I needed to be there to see and in the least even my own parents whom I'm used to seeing my mother and talking to over the phone once a day. Right now that only happens for a minute max every couple of days because I can't take the noise of the phone. So bad that I won't allow my parents to see me  - because of the pain it causes them to see me go through that much pain and stand by helpless.

Even worse is the guilt of my son seeing this and wondering if he feels it's his fault. I've explained to him that mother had these long before he existed and since he's five AND very healthy he seems completely unscathed by them. But I really won't know that to be true until he's old enough to grasp it. It worries me because like his mom and his Great Uncle this kid has an extraordinary long term memory from an early age. Short term, like remembering to aim while peeing after he's been told a million times...not so much. ;)

That being said, imagine how much it breaks my heart to 1. See a toddler go through just a headache at his age and ask to go to the doctor for a shot!! (KIDS DON'T ASK FOR SHOTS!!) because he's in so much pain.

Also to know that his mother is having to watch her child not only deal with headaches, but other symptoms from a disease that is a FAR CRY from chronic migraines.

Those of us that are parents have friends, and we've seen sick kids before whether they be close friends, acquaintances or strangers on the news or youtube that get past around from good people who know it's easy enough to just share.

THIS IS NOT A STRANGER. I know this mother. Though I don't talk with her much these days. (In the past month I hardly am able to talk at all).  I've known her for a very long time. I've shared hilarious moments with her. I've known her to be a fighter, a survivor and at times a force to be reckoned and a wicked sense of humor with some wry wit that I tend to find fascinating but that was then.  I have no doubt she may still be all these things, but right now she is a mother of two beautiful young children and one dealing with an extraordinary circumstance and just wants hope AND help. Right now this is the LEAST I can do. In time I hope more.

In stats I noticed this page got a hit of 40 people on the 13th of July. That's quiet some time since I've posted so I know it gets seen a lot. Considering I get .001 percent of comments considering the traffic I could easily assume that people stumble on it by accident but I do know which posts are hit and how often.  I don't mind never getting comments because if you read in the title this is more of a journal (if not a neglected one it seems at times) It's for my family and whoever finds it interesting or helpful.

But, THIS WOULD BE REALLY HELPFUL!!! NOT COMMENTS, but VISITING, THEN SHARING RIO's PAGE AT THE LEAST.

At most, those who can, DONATE and get this boy to Texas to give him HOPE. [Link coming up] but let me sell a little more before you bounce on it and bounce back off and go on about your day.

If anyone has ever suffered a bad migraine, headache or any ache so bad you can't open your eyes. Please commiserate. I did't start suffering migraines or even bad headaches (that I can remember until I was 14. I'll never forget the first day of the worse. It was so bad a female senior had to pick a freshman (myself) off the bathroom floor and carry me to the office. I remember my mother's concern then. Years later I remember the look and helplessness on my Dad's face when I was an adult and he watched me suffer through a migraine.  It wasn't the last but definitely milder one compared to others. I only let him witness 2 more bad ones because for parents... It's heartbreaking.  And I could see it on his face. The only thing worse is a toddler going through the pain.

SO I'm beside myself with the feeling of what it must feel like for this mother when she watches her BABY cry to go to the doctor for a shot. A Baby...Asking for a Shot...

Please just take a couple of seconds to watch this. Share this. For Rio. For my Friend.

I may share this more than once.  So if you get aggravated by seeing it over and over, understand I do it because some of my friends have like 1,000 friends in their feed and posts are missed.  I miss so many from so many people's I love seeing but even though I try not to "over friend" I still got a lot going on in my feed. So bare with me, it's for a child. We can't do everything about every baby that is sick for our friends or even for strangers, but like I said this is personal to me and this is the least I can do.

I'll make a vow. I mentioned that I'm of the candid sort. I'm a person that is very capable of sharing ups, downs, in betweens, I do so because in the past I went through some really "worrisome times" and while going through them I turned in to a basket case and started to spill and in spilling I found out I (who thought I was the one and only) going through that problem was actually one of MANY going through the same problem.  Plus, half of my nature allows me to be that way to a certain point.  But lately I have not been candid or upfront about a lot of things.

If I can get enough hits on this to prompt people to share - If I can see it as the top hit post, I'll spill - I'll let myself be a wide open gate for something I'm going through (and I'm not talking about my health problems but have kept only to myself, close and trusted family members and TWO friends. A bombshell. From my perspective anyways.  I'll make it as juicy as I can albeit not so much that it affects my son. BUT, that means this post has to be hit enough to bounce to the most hit post. Until then, I'll save it for the book. ;)

On a serious note:   Rio... little man needs some hope  So does Mommy. Please share and share until that little boy and his mom are singing.

The Stars at Night - So Big and Bright

(clap clap clap clap)

Deep in the Heart of Texas.

In case you missed it above the rambling:  Sweet Rio

For my friends and family that love the following little man who will be turning six soon! FINALLY. Think if it were him. Or your sweet babies..

Picture from mid May I never got to post. Notice his shoes. (letting a 5 yr old dress him self - could have been so much worse.. good job D.)

Spinner Dax Powell

After a meeting to plan for Dax's K-5 Graduation I felt a moment of realization. I now longer have a little baby but a little boy, Dax is growing older and understanding more, Unlike my parents, who were awesome, I however tend to be very open with him, I'm afraid he's going to need a little toughening up. (I had an older brother that took care of that for me, Dax doesn't) Plus I don't want him to be as sheltered and hopefully he'll be a bit wiser than I was when he gets to the teenage years. Dax has had trouble with me making him mind more, doing more of his own things, he takes it harder coming from me, b/c I've been at home with him since 6 mos. So I made this for him to show him no matter the look on Mama's face, it's all out of love.

Oops had to fix the link...

Spinner Dax

Sorry about that fam...

After All My Effort DAX Drops The MOTHER-LOAD of Confessions

"...Mom, I'm for BAMA now."    Felt like someone drop kicked me in the face.

He said this to me while he was at his Mimi's house. My Mother. I was probably staring at Dax in total shock. LOL. I could feel the smile pop up on "Mimi's face w/o having to even look at her. He caught me so off guard that I was (in a kinda of laughing inappropriate way) saying "Dax, honey, why? You LOVE watching the games with you Dad or Mama?" (We watch in different rooms - Clint paces shouts the WHOLE time, where's I'm more of the silent type unless we make a big play). "You love watching Nova or Spirit fly over the stadium. UA's mascot might be cool but they don't even have one in person. That's not fun." (sorry my UA fans) I was just running off with the most ridiculous things to him as to why he really didn't want to be a UA fan.

When I got around to actually ask the right and serious question. Which was, "what changed your mind?" (My mom listening to all this not saying a word with an interesting grin, said "FINALLY!"

His answer, A girl...A GIRL?  Actually I'm not surprised, but just GREAT, Absolutely PERFECT!!  That's what I get.  After all I've done...  :o) What would I mean by that?

I grew up an Auburn fan a pretty moderate one BUT since my parents were Tide fans, I grew up rooting for BAMA when they weren't playing Auburn but never when they played each other (my parents did the same and actually sent their son to Auburn. To be truthful I was 1st an Alabama fan (while Bear was still alive, I remembered when he died like yesterday - Sad day for many Football fans across the nation - I'd think). Actually I take that back I was very young and liked all watching games (at that time) I can't say I was a UA fan, I was just a "P.Bear Bryant fan. B/c my parents had a HUGE book of his that I loved. I remember my mother's face when she found out on the news? from talk? don't now. I just remember it well.

However at the same time, my Uncle, who was die hard back then and is still a big AU fan, brought my brother 1st then I followed suit over to the "Right" side. Or the Dark side a Tide fan would say. He was just too cool and made it too fun and so did my Aunt, his wife, who would make us the coolest craftiest things in Auburn. This was b/f his daughters Leah and Tracey were born. So we were close with my Uncle and Aunt. Still are. Just don't see each other as much.

 In my family it was all lovingly/friendly rivalry. Jokes. Funny too. Zero hate rivalry. May be hard to believe but if you think about it when that's the nature of some people and your family how could just a game bring around hard feelings.  That's what it's like in - how does the phrase go? family divided? With our family anyways. It was that way with our UA friends too. It was just always fun and games. Until...

NOW, fast forward to adulthood. I started dating my husband in 1999 and he's the biggest (not only football fan) but Auburn fan I've ever met. So much so that it's an all year issue. Football season seems to never end at our house b/c he's constantly watching possible recruits not just for Auburn but for other teams so he'll know who Auburn will be facing. It's has been at times overwhelming for me who's an AU fan in the sense if Auburn's not winning I'll turn it off b/c I can't stand to see them lose.  But, it's just a game and a day later I'm over it. For the most part.

Difference is, where he's from the rivalry with the exception to several people was quite ugly. Being around not only some of these people but now you have social media and Paul Finebaum, the killing of our trees. Hard feelings set in and I admit b/c of certain friends loving that rivalry being pure hate as I say. I just don't look at them the same.  AU fans too, but if I'm honest. You know the rival team's uglier fans bother you more than our own. But I think it says a lot about the person. No matter what side your own. This applies to me too as you'll see below. I'm can't pass judgment on anyone from my actions.

SO, the year is 2008 and I'm expecting and we'd just found out it was a boy. The jokes almost started immediately. We have many Alabama fan friends some were the friendly rivalry type but some are ruthless to the point I'd find myself wanting BAMA to go down when they weren't playing us. I'm know all fans know people like this and know the feeling.  But still, even the friends where it was friendly rivalry were going to enjoy trying to turn our son into a TIDE fan.

MANY friends. Even my best friend and to show you how bad... :) On the day he was born and she held him for the first time  - what does she do? She starts singing Bama's fight song to him. HA. (Sorry Jen I cannot find the pic of when she was doing this). Wish I had video as proof.  So I knew from that moment if even my best friend/maid of honer/former roommates at three different residences would do that....GAME ON!

For Clint's sake I was going to make sure WarrrRRRR EAGLE, HEY! GO TIGERS! was going to stay in the family. Though Jen made me laugh with her fight song antic. The jokes had been coming ever since our Tide fans knew we were going to have a boy. Due to Clint or us both, I'll never know. So I began what seemed like a never ending journey to raise this kid Orange in Blue.

8 months pregnant I started on Dax's room. Yes,8 mons. prego and is the only time my ankles swelled and blood pressure went up. Let me tell you it was a lot of work. Clint offered to help but I like to work alone b/c I can be a task master or a perfectionist and Clint doesn't have the patience for the room I had envisioned.

 Besides he did help for all of 10 mins. before a mosquito flew in and got stuck to the paint and Clint just kept right on painting over the mosquito...  So below is the work in progress on D's room (pictures that show you how much effort and tape this took) total prego insanity determination. The room is of course different now, furniture is different and lots of toys and Legos but lots more AU stuff too.. Too much? Apparently not.

Lots and lots of 3M,WORK,PATIENCE AND TIME for an 8 mos pregnant chic

Actually, I finished and though we were still waiting on furniture at 9 mons, this is what it looked like when I was so exhausted and eaten up with migraines it's hard to believe I worked up to the day before my due date.

This of course was much later but EVEN THE CRIB BUMPER... I think I was a little stir crazy. I guess I had it in mind that this child would dream Orange and Blue. I was going to make sure that he would never become an UA fan. for the sake that it might break his father's heart. ;) That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.  That's mobile played the fight song.  Still have all of this stuff. Any AU fans want to buy?

Then there was the games and the CLOTHES.  2/3rds of Dax's clothes are Auburn OR Orange and/or Blue.

EVEN when he got a spiral fracture going down a slide. Totally Ridiculous - though he chose the colors himself... 

He was in my lap and on the way down stuck his foot out and the rubber of his shoe caught the slide. While we were going down. It's more dangerous to go down a slide with your child in your lap then to send him down himself. I SO did not think of that. 

There are so many pictures of Dax in Auburn clothes I had to pick. Probably put too many.  Even Dax's first school picture K-4 we REPRESENTED with his white jersy. Which for some reason won't let me post. UGH. Computers...

So here I am pleading with him while my Mom the Tide fan was enjoying this as SWEET justice. Obviously for my Motherly betrayal to her's and Dad's team.

After saying (smiling/joking of course) Dax: "AU good, UA bad." I finally got serious with him and said, "Dax you can cheer for what ever team you want." Just as long as they not playing Auburn. j/k  

He was smiling b/c he knew Mama was playing. To me this is another reminder that Football is just A GAME NOT A RELIGION. And even though I'd long been jaded towards my beloved football and stopped caring as much due to the ugliness in the Rivalry. Social Media and Paul Finebaum has opened my eyes and in them is nothing more than JERRY SPRINGER. I'm thankful to God for this reminder. That is the reason my Uncle though still a big fan is not the die hard he was.  He found God. Same for my Brother.

Now I admit with all three of us the line get's blurred b/c we are "UA/AU the SEC's pride" for the most part. For now anyways even if we lost that game. So UA fans were very happy about that but I know some that wasn't. It doesn't make sense to me. To not want your state SEC champs if your team didn't get that chance.

But I want my son to worship God, not football like we seem to do especially in my previous actions. I'm still buying season tickets this year in an attempt to remind him how much he already loves AU. But more importantly because, coming from a Mother his mind simply b/c of a girl that he wants to be friends with worries me to no end. Wouldn't it you?
And in case your wondering.  His favorite color is still Blue.  and he's still AU  -  For now ;)

Hulk, Discipline and Happiness Economics? Not

St. Patty's Day, You'd think it just wouldn't be as fun as previous ones pre-kid.  Boy did I get that wrong. On St. Patty's Day we painted Dax green with homemade green body paint.  Head to toe.

So why did we do this?  Are we trying to teach Dax to be proud of his 1/8 Irish Heritage? 

Actually, I say 1/8 but who really knows...  I know we have definite Irish family names, features some not very far removed.  However, like most, we have almost equally English and I'm also aware of the very strong Dutch variety in our family. Heil Mutterland Swing Heil! (loved that movie).

Oh and let's not forget about my family's treasured American Indian heritage (just like everybody and their dog in the South who just like me has a great grandfather (GF) or great-great GF who was a Cherokee Chief...)  Actually in my case I seriously doubt he was a chief and I actually think he was a she - the stories get blurred.   ("he was a she" as in a great-great grandmother - not a drag queen).  But, this is just on my side. 

And Clint's family origins?  I'm going to go with Icelandic Vikings.  Yeah, that would be really cool.  Especially if Icelandic Vikings ever existed. Did, do they? I don... I'm pretty sure there were. 

Anyway! Why did we paint Dax green head to toe?  b/c he woke up and wanted to be Hulk for the day.  So, we painted him green and tore up a pair of shorts that already had a hole in it.  No pic.  But not to worry Grandmother, he'll want to be hulk again soon enough and I have just enough homemade green body paint left.

Then we built sandcastles. It must have been the hottest day this Winter.  He was a lovely mess so after all that he went for a swim and played with his pool toys in the bathtub arm swimees and all.  Thank GOODNESS all the body paint came off and didn't (as I seriously worried it would) leave my fair skinned lovely boy a light shade of green. Now that would have been the pic to take. Typical day school day or no.  I'm left exhausted and got nil yard work done. I didn't get anything chorely done matter of fact.  Oh, and look it's now time for dinner.  That's the way of it here lately.

It may sound like this child gets to do whatever he dreams up and maybe he does. I should maybe make a point to take on more of the mom role instead of co-conspirator. It's just such a shame to have to pass up on fun like that sometimes or in our case, outside of church and school, all the time. 

I mean my favorite preach is don't put something off for tomorrow that you can do today.  But I'm terrified of the hedonistic lifestyle that we live today.  In my opinion, it's one of many reasons for our downfall in society.

But what to do when find yourself saying "why not" instead of "not today ALL of the time?" Which is my thought process when Dax comes to me with these "fun" request. I think:  "Well, we got the stuff to do it, I could manage pull [X] off by doing [X], we're not off schedule... Why not?"

When you stop and think about the stuff he gets to do and, though this is horrible, compare the nos to the yeses and realize your rarely say no.  Let's face it grownups, we know that the world is not like that...  We may charge our credit cards up, put stuff off to the bitter end and go out of our way to keep ourselves smiling and happy.  In our minds, it's more like grabbing at the only bit of comfort and the infamous "me-time" we can get.  But that fiddler always wants what's due.  I'll not set him up for physical, tangible, infereal, mental, moral, whatever and etc... debt.  Or at least I can try my best.  But I find myself letting him and helping him do anything he dreams up for the day - like giving in to his "Charlie and Lola" role playing.

Chores.  Maybe that's it.  I think it's time for more chores.  Though he usually destroys the leaves if I can get him to rake them up or ends up wasting water by the gallon watering the limbs right above his head to create rain instead of the shrubs.  (I want to be 4 again!)   However it does kind of have a work 1st - play 2nd ring to it.  Doesn't it?

I think after reading this you don't have to be a psychiatrist to realize I'm already paranoid of how he'll turn out or ruining him to the point of total hedonism or just ruining him period.  Too paranoid.  Actually, so paranoid it's possible I'll end up ruining him worse than if I had just laid back and not worried so much. Oh dear, what to do with Teri.  A paranoid, not strict enough philosophical mom?  Pray. Pray pray pray pray - pray.  PRAY. 

Thank you for the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost because if I didn't have all three I'd probably spontaneously combust.  Dax is a good, SWEET boy and he's incredibly smart (as most of our kids are - gotta be the prenatal vitamins these days).  And at least I'm not claiming he's demon possessed like some parents I know swear they're child is - yet.  So I should be happy.  For now at least. But all this brilliance also means he can and will fool you with his capabilities to get what he wants.  I remember before he was even born I said.  "There's no way Dax will get away with anything.  Because between me and Clint we did it all.  We are so going to be ahead of his game." ha ....HA! 

At 2 years old he had a milkshake.  A big one.  I told him that he couldn't have anymore until he finished his chicken.  A 2 yr old will not immediately stop asking for something / actually they'll probably cry when you take something they want away.  So I put it behind me on the step - on which I was sitting. I figured out of sight - out of mind.  He finally gave up and wanted to give me a hug (I ate this up and thought him so incredibly sweet).  While hugging me I finally noticed he was reaching for the milkshake. Sneaky little booger.  I had no idea what I'd be facing.

Here's another more of my point of how easily I get taken. (I realize this post keeps getting longer and seemingly pointless but bare with me:

The computer is a constant struggle so much so that today I seriously had to put my foot down.  Because if Dax sees me on the computer it immediately becomes a hassle of trying to tell him why he can only play games for a certain amount of time.  He wants it to play games on Disneyjr.com or Nickjr.com. 

It's really not much of a problem until I pick it up.  Yes I realize there are game consoles and etc. to keep him occupied but I'm not ready to go there and it wouldn't matter if I did.  It's not what Mama's doing, therefore he'd have no interest.  I finally told him if this continuous banter of begging and interruptions continued, which has gone on through this entire computer out pour, that he'd face serious corner time if he couldn't give me even 5 minutes of peace on the computer. 

So after about 2 minutes my SWEET SWEET child comes and sits by me and says "Mom, I'm sorry I argued with you, I'm not going to do that anymore and I won't interrupt constantly." words exact.  Turns me into mush immediately.  While I'm thinking "Oh you are just the sweetest soul, I could just die," he finishes his sentence.  "So you can let me play my game in a minute maybe?"  I so just got taken again.  FOUR!! 4 yrs old and a 1/2 if that makes much of a difference.  I'm not going to call my child a deviant even though it looks as if he's an angel face con, I know he means the love because he says it all the time even when there is nothing to gain, he just knows how to use it to his advantage if he wants something.  He's not learning this from me. I dare not say Clint. I'm totally blaming it on television.  Hey, it's everybody elses' scapegoat... j/k

It's obvious he must be kept occupied or he'll probably end up being a child deviant but I know that doesn't mean that I'm the one to keep him occupied every second of the day.  Which is actually the usual I've recently noticed.   I have got to teach him to occupy himself sometimes so I can take care of other responsibilities.  I'm failing at this miserably.  Probably because it bewilders me, I was so the opposite at his age.  Highly sociable like he is BUT welcomed alone time. Or at least that's how I remember it. 

Between learning his verses, practicing his spelling, learning early math he still has so much energy.  And this mom struggles with time.  So enter God, depart Teri's chaotic brain.  We wait to follow his direction.  We pray that it's filled with equal time w/ Dad and Mom instead of just one of us working and the other one raising.  We hope to one day consolidate business/work so that we can focus on Dax more and not less.   You know the thought of doing that sounds boring or more realistically maybe overbearing.  I say no.  he is the most important thing I will ever do in my life.  Everybody has their own God given purpose and he's ours.

(I say that hopefully without sounding like Norman Bates mother from the series when she's sitting in the boat with Norman, her son, before they throw Summers over the side)  I was flipping channels and landed on that part and it seriously gave me pause.

For now, I know I've got to learn to say no (sometimes of course) and let him learn to entertain himself no matter how much he pouts or what he says.  This child definitely knows what to say to pull your heart strings to giving in.  So teaching him to occupy himself is much easier said then done.  Until he starts all-day school that is.  Then he'll probably be too exhausted - maybe not.  That thought comes after watching the documentary (MUST SEE if you have school age children in public school - maybe even private school as well) The War on Kids.  I'll tell you about that another day.

Okay, enough with getting off the topic.  I never knew how hard discipline would be or deciding when or how to say no or yes.  Does anybody know where I'm coming from?  Am I a nutcase or a total nutcase?  I can say there's definitely an upside.  I never forget to pray.

At End Apology:  Sorry if my points that I try so hard to reach come across as random and hard to follow.  It's quiet the annoying symptom of what's called a scattered brain.   It's kind of like your brain not being able to keep up with your ... brain. Like a 10 tract mind if you will. Some people are highly insulted but you know sometimes the truth hurts and I am in fact at times a scattered brain.  But I own it  -  or at least try to.

I Want to Raise A Lover Not A Fighter

Since Dax barely spent time apart from me since the day he was born, the first couple weeks of K-4 was a nightmare!  He would cry from the time he got up and didn't stop until... well ... really not sure when he would stop (maybe after I was out the door?).

It was tough as every mom knows but a bit tougher on me because of my paranoia.  See,  for a while, I was under the impression that Dax was/is a bit of a weirdo different.  His vast vocabulary at such a young age and his disregard for boundaries of strangers (i.e. any time he sees another kid he walks straight up to them and talks to them as if he's known them all his life.  This includes going to sit at the table with them at Mickey D's as soon as we walk in the door.  He just walked right up to a complete table full of young girls he'd never met and took a seat with them).  It wasn't until I stayed in his Sunday School class one day that I realized that all 4 year olds are weirdos.  Yet the worry was still there because he's so vocal right off the bat that some kids would look at him with this blank stare not understanding what he was saying. Like they were thinking "new word alert"  who is this kid and what language is he speaking.

Though I still get the occasional "I want to stay with you" whine in the morning, things have settled into a good routine.  All seemed well.  That is until Dax's teacher walked him out to me when I picked him up and explained that he has been pushed down in the gym.  So hard that it did this to his face:

My first instinct (if the occasion arose again) is to teach Dax how to defend first but also how to push the kid back hard enough so he'd get the idea to never mess with him again.  Since Clint was sick when he got home from work he went  crawled straight to bed and never got a chance to address it.  Trying hard to think what God would want me to tell him to do.  I told him to keep an eye on him and if he saw him coming at him again, to plant his feet and when the guy goes to push him grab his arms and and push his arms down.  I know, I know.  LAME!! but I'm a girl.  Though I grew up the only girl in a neighborhood full of boys and held my own (please, like they were going to hurt me...)  haha.  I really don't know much about self defense.  I just know how to retaliate.  At the time I didn't want Dax doing that.  Until the next day he came home and he'd been pushed again.  That's it.  Advice changed this time. I told him Dax, if he pushes you again, I want you to push back and Mama's gonna show you how. I was so proud of what he said next. "but that's wrong" (I know what you're thinking - such a little mama's boy)... But I told him, no Dax, it's not wrong because you are defending yourself. He needs to know that you will be ready and willing to protect yourself by any means necessary if he means to do you harm (like what he did to his face) again.

 After talking to Dax for a little while longer, I found out that the Dax and the little boy are actually friends and that the other boy just gets too carried away.  I later talked to his teacher and she verified this  The boy and Dax like to play Power Rangers but the teacher said that person who shall remain nameless gets way too carried away  - often.

And to end on a good story, Dax's teacher verified what I said too (that all 4 year olds are weirdos, not just my son) and that Dax gets along famously with the other kids.   With the staff as well.  During the first week somehow Dax got into the wrong room and three teachers and receptionists were trying to figure out who he was and where he was supposed to go.  Teacher: what's you name?  Dax:  Superman.  Teacher: really, what's your name?  Dax:  Superman.  Other Teacher:  What's your real name?  Dax:  Clark Kent!  (they couldn't help but laugh at that)  after this went on for a while they finally asked him what his mama called him.  That's when he finally answered "My Name Is Dax"

For those of you wondering why I decided not to home school.  Though it was a gut wrenching decision and I hated to not be able to do it (for K4 only).  Our circumstances right now warranted him to be taught by others and the the fact that of all the interaction with children makes me feel very good about that decision.  So we put him in private school.