I’ve read a lot of advice to parents and most of it has been utter crap, with the boys.
With Ellie the little magic tricks all seem to work. Want her to lower her voice, I simply have to whisper. If I say she needs to be gentle because something hurts, she gets very concerned and wants to give me a kiss.
The boys? It’s always been a matter of enforcing boundaries to keep them from running pell mell over everything, destroying themselves, the house, and people’s opinions in the process.
I was recently recognized in the grocery store as the lady from church with three kids. She was very kind, but I had to wonder how hard she had to work to not say the crazy lady from church with three kids.
Happy birthday to you, my son. You bring a lot of laughter into our lives.
I’m thankful to watch you grow.
You could slow down just a little, Mr. Six Years and Four Foot Two.
Transparency note, this is a picture from the party we had for both boys; I have still to upload the ones from Mark’s birthday because he’s the neglected middle child and par for the course. (Kidding people, I’m just seriously behind).
I’ve got better ones, but he’s not letting me stay inside long enough to link up.
He had an appointment with the allergist today and I think things are going to get a lot better now that he’s on appropriate allergy medication. Wish the little guy luck. he won’t slow down for anything right now.
Posted by Heather on Aug 18, 2009 in boys, geekery
Ever since Aidan was a baby, I knew we would probably end up homeschooling. Private school is out of the question and my own public school experience left some things to be desired.
We are very lucky to have found the South Carolina Virtual Charter School. It’s a great cross between public and homeschooling. Aidan can move at his own pace through the curriculum that meets national standards. We are free to supplement and work under the guidance of a teacher. This program offers the accountability I need to maintain focus and drive and removed the the fear of choosing the wrong curriculum.
At this point, my only concern is trying to figure out how to fill the six hour a day attendance requirement until we catch up to his ability. Yesterday, with a huge chunk of time to fill and requirements completed I came up with an activity that blends several disciplines at any given time.
Yes, Aidan now has his own site. I resized and uploaded the pictures. We talked about what to say and I wrote down what he wanted to type. I underlined each letter that needed to be capitalized and he did all of the typing, including entering all of the captions.
Aidan has been working hard on Frere Jacque. We threw him for a loop when we finally found a 1/4 size violin for a good price. He loves the new violin, but is still getting used to the size difference.
Only once did the thought of banning toy guns from my house ever really cross my mind. I dismissed it promptly. I know my husband and knew he would have fallen out of his chair laughing and writhing from hysterics over that sentiment. Compromise works, there are guns and dolls.
I have held firm to the never point guns at people (or the dogs) rule.
It wouldn’t have mattered if they were banned or not. My four year old constructs guns out of other toys and my two year old is walking around “shooting baddies” with a measuring cup.
Mark, the two year old took a tumble on Saturday. He didn’t fall far, but hit his head on a board. I’m used to the boys’ antics and was not overly concerned. I carried him to the steps to comfort him, when I saw blood coming from his ear canal.
I don’t know about everyone, but that’s when alarm bells began ringing and panic wanted to take hold. I was sure his eardrum had burst. We spent the afternoon at Urgent Care in North Charleston, where we learned he had somehow lacerated the inside of his ear canal, but his ear drum was intact.
The doctor was more concerned with where he had struck his head and insisted on x-rays. Thankfully the little monkey is fine and only has one heck of a knot to show for it.
Although I may jinx everything entirely, Mark seems to be getting the hang of this potty training business. I just have to threaten him with a diaper and he runs to try. So, don’t be surprised if you stop by for a chat and there’s a half naked monkey running around. He doesn’t mind a bit and will probably demonstrate his newfound knowledge of anatomy.
This way.
I can do it.
I’m two. I don’t know why I’m pissed.
Mom and Dad took too long looking for the lights.
