Adventure Boy gave himself three boo-boos that will never heal because he keeps picking at them. When I get him up from his nap, his face is a bloody mess and he's chanting, "Me no pick. Me no pick. Me no pick." I know you picked, buddy. You can't fool me, yet.
I love these cute band-aids. I just didn't expect to use the entire box in one week.
Day Two
Rob was a whiz at Mock Trial and debate. He endlessly woos me with stories of his verbal prowess ((swoon)). I fully blame him for the following story.
Sunday afternoon, I wanted us all to eat in the dining room because we never eat lunch as a family. Cole wanted to eat in front of the TV. He spent a good 15 minutes outlining the reasons he should be allowed:
- We ate with daddy yesterday.
- I'll eat all my lunch.
- It's my turn to decide.
- I haven't watched a show in a really, really, really long time.
- You know how you want time to yourself sometimes? I want time to myself too.
Rob, appreciating his effort and logic, would have caved. I held strong and only promised a show after lunch.
Day ThreeMe: They use chlorine to clean things, right?
Rob: Yeah.
Me: So, wouldn't swimming count as a bath for the boys?
Rob: I really don't think the Mother of the Year would ask that.
Day Four
Update to Chatterbox:
Jay says "la-la good-bye" for lullaby.
Cole says "Gril" for girl and "chicken" for kitchen.
1 comment:
Matthew used to debate with me, just like Cole. Just wait until Cole gets older and his verbal and reasoning skills get even stronger!I usually had a headache by the time we were finished.
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