| Day on. Day off. Day on. Day off. | | Date Created: Jan 19, 2007, 02:55 PM |
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We've gotten into an alternating pattern around here of good days and bad days. Literally every other day is good. And when it's good it's good! And when it's bad it's John in his room in time-out throwing his toys, metal trash can, books, grocery cart against the door bad. Good days, James says, "That's a beautiful sweater, Momoe!" Bad days George doesn't take a nap and "sings" and kicks against his bed for two hours. Good days I change about four poops. Bad days I change 10.
I've even figured out what the difference is. What makes a good day. And it's when they go to school. I can't afford it, but I am going to try to figure out a way for them to go to school five days a week. They like the structure and the socializing. I like getting them out of the house! And not to mention getting myself out of the house. I don't know. I need to figure something out.
The other day (you guess good or bad) we went in for our second set of flu shots. How evil they have to get it in two doses! They were actually very good. This time I told them ahead of time they were getting shots and no one fussed or whined about going or even cried until they actually got the shot. They even brought George's plastic "shots" he got in his pretend vetinarian sets. Besides a lot of hollerin and screamin after the fact--which I found completely understandable even if the old hag of a nurse didn't although I will say she is very strong and good at keeping boys from squirming--the only verbalized complaint came from George through streaming tears: "I don't like real shots. I only like pretend shots." Their reward was to go get chocolate milkshakes--which is usually a slam dunk. But on this day in the rotation, they took a few sips of the milkshakes and then complained they were too cold. Imagine. Then the boys got in a discussion about colors and James was saying, "My favorite color is blue. What is your favorite color, george?" And John would say, "I like black. I like black. I like black, James." And in James' way of antagonizing easy-to-antagonize John he pointedly talked to George only and ignored John completely. " [S]Top talking! No talking while we're driving, James! It's hurting my ears!" Later James decided not to nap, instead screaming well.. like he is screaming right now. I am unfortunately going to have to cut this short because no one is taking a nap today! James is yelling, SCREAMING "I need a KLEENEX! GET MY BULLDOG BLANKET! I HAVE A POOP! I HAVE A POOP!" Gotta go. More later I hope. |
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