-> I made a grudging discovery over the weekend. When PB needed to study (or when he needs to do a project little boy-less) I take the boys on errands with me. We go to the store, or they
-> How is it that my house was sparkly before I went on vacation (no, seriously, sparkling clean! I actually spent 10 minutes just sitting on the couch just admiring how nice it was) and now it's back to sty level? The tumble fur is everywhere. The basement smells funky. Everything feels... sticky. It's only been a week!!! How did it all unravel so quickly?
-> We got back our family photos over the weekend (the ones we took in July?) I looked through them all and sort of figured out which ones I'll use for various occasions. 346 photos and you know what my final thought was? "Well, I'll get a good one in the fall for the Christmas cards." Who does that? Am I out of my mind? Why did I even have a professional come in, if I'm not going to use the photos????
-> In the month of August we went through 3 gallons of pasta sauce (I make it, so I know exactly how much I made last time and it's all gone now!) How scary is that? LG has developed a new love for "Torpolini" (tortellini for people with more than a 3 year old vocabulary). We must eat them every week. No complaints here, though. It's the one meal everyone has seconds of.
-> How do you encourage a 3 year old to learn their letters without goofing? I'm being driven to distraction! PB is already there. LG resists all forms of letter learning. iPhone, flashcard, little electronic puzzle thingy, regular puzzle, workbook. He'll do about two, fake two and then start to whine. I've tried rewarding him for each letter, holding off on rewarding until he does a certain number. You name it, we've tried it. He knows about 5 of his 26 letters. It's killing me. Advice is welcome. He doesn't need to write them yet, just recognize them.
OK, I'm done whining. It was a LONG weekend at our house (stop hitting your brother, stop spitting, please hold his hand, don't wipe your nose on PB's pants, stop spitting). Thank god for that distraction I call work. And they even pay me here. Woo hoo.