Certain to speed things along: A two year old knocking on the (only) bathroom door, announcing her need to relieve herself, being told to wait, and then hearing her song.
“I’m waiting, I’m waiting, I’m waiting, I’m waiting to PEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
Ruby asked Sterling if he’d like to play house with her.
“Sure. You can just pretend I’m the dad and I’m at work.”
He’s learned to cater to Ruby and get what he wants too. It’s a valuable skill.
Sterling just realized that all these reading lessons have been valuable. He’s finally picked up on the fact that he can read anything – not just his reading books. And the world was opened up…
My nine year old rephrased for me yesterday when I called a nakey (rash-healing) Pierce “Mr. No-Pants”. She called him “Mr. Anti-Pants”. When did she get old enough to figure that one out?
Charlie’s decided she doesn’t want to take naps anymore. I tell her each day she can skip her nap if she’s obedient and sweet. She’s never walked the line more carefully in her life than now. She’s turned into the most helpful child between the hours of 1 & 4 pm. After that, it’s anybody’s guess. It’s like she knows that the hours for napping are over and I won’t put her down later for fear of bedtime being a bust.
How on earth can one child who’s so bent on disobedience when it suits spend 14 minutes studying a picture, trying to decide if it’s raining, when all it needs is a story to describe it’s contents? How does one thing get so much concentration and the next is forgotten 32.4 seconds later?! These children act like children.
Pierce was told not to color in a book. Next thing I know he’s ripped a page out of the book and is coloring on it. While I realize removing the page means he’s not coloring in the book and is therefore, in some strange world, obeying, that isn’t exactly what I meant.