I could write volumes on my failures. So I decided to instead share a success or two. I invite you to share as well. We can celebrate together!
My dd/7 an emergent? reader picked up a Young Scientist book about the Earth to practice reading for fun--little Miss. Science. She read a sentence or two, and looked up from the book and said in a shocked voice. "Mommy, this book has evolution in it."
I'm telling you those Jonathan Park CD's are worth their weight in gold!
My 2y/o has been nicknamed Houdidi by me early on b/c of his tendency to escape. My mother-in-law named him Bam Bam. And I admit I've called him my uncivilized child. He is a charmer. But, he conquers everything. Whatever he does, he is conquering. Eating, playing, walking...it is in his swagger, his natural happy aggression. Today the 7y/o was running from him...he had two race track swords after her. It's been a bit louder from the complaints alone since he started walking :-)...I have racked my brain as to how to school with him bent on destruction, how to occupy him, how to keep an eye on him, how to crave out space from his interference with the others, how to train him, and how to tomato stake him (once I tied a ribbon around his and my wrist...it kind of worked, until he walked by his older by 2 years brother and reached out to give him a hug, I thought how sweet, and just then, he gave his older brother a serious love bite.) He's a handful and so cute you have to really work at not laughing so you CAN civilize. So here is the success. I, who cringe when the children's activities get too dirty and have trouble tomato staking and can't seem to get my floors clean and who had a bathroom that smelled like a urinal with all the boys being such big boys and doing it themselves when they have to potty, shut myself and the 2y/o up in the bathroom with a bucket of soapy water, brushes, and sponges. And we went at it. It was a wild wet ride. At one point, I said, Joshua hand me that sponge, and a wet sponge flew through the air towards me dripping water in a wide arc. I caught it and continued. Thinking to myself that I had to tell you ladies, that I was tomato staking, cleaning the bathroom, occupying Bam Bam the Conqueror, and we had a great time. I found urine on a wall and what is it about the base of the toliet? I thougt pee was supposed to go inside it. LOL
My last fun story which was scary too...was my 4y/o stuck a bead up his nose and it wedged in there really good. scared me half to death. after 6 attempts to get it out...and a final success...I looked at my now bead free son and said...If you ever put a bead up your nose again, I am going to beat you until you are blue (I don't beat him!). He ran through the house crying out. I don't want to be blue. I don't want to be blue. My daughter laughed and laughed. And then my son started laughing too. I still giggle when I think of it. He was so literal. He didn't really hear the beat you part...he thought I was going to color him blue as a consequence :-)
that's all folks.
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