just wants to eat. All.the.time. And it is beginning to show. He's got the double chin, the little rolls on his thighs, and a loud, healthy cry. If his appetite keeps up, we'll soon be sending him to Hollywood for Stay Puft Marshmallow or Michelin Man auditions.
This older brother:
is golden. Just golden. He had a bad dream and came downstairs crying early this morning. He is such a tender child. He let me know on the way to school this morning that he's tired of sitting in a booster seat. "When can I sit in a regular seat, Mom?"
"When you're nine."
Has lost every privilege she has (TV, video games, friends) with her 'screaming at the top of her lungs' fits. Luckily bubble baths are not considered a privilege in this house.
Here's to hoping she alters her attitude and earns them back.
The milkaholic's passed out on the swing in the middle of the afternoon.
And this one:
is making me think maybe-just maybe- he'll turn out to be worth all the grief he's given me.
And now, I'm off to teach this who's boss:
(it's me, in case you were wondering)