Weekend
Sunday was Father’s Day. The kids got Dad an oversized coffee mug that had a picture of a Boxer on it. I guess you could call it a “Boxer mug mug.” funny haha. And they also made (well, helped design) a picture frame that Dad could hang up, instead of display on a table. Very adorable if you ask me.
The “Rocket Show” (is what they call “Little Einsteins”) routine is going well. It helps, too, that dawn is before 7am, so we’re all up pretty early anyway, early enough to get the kitchen ready for breakfast – Dad adheres to short sabbaths in the evenings after I come home from work. So no housework after 8pm, which makes for difficult mornings in the kitchen
The whining has dropped a lot since I started showing Ty how to ask for help without whining. It’s pretty neat: “Hey, Ma! I need help.” It’s more a staccato, sing-song tone. Very sweet, actually. And Kyle has started imitating. That’s the loveliness of siblings. One is taught well, and the other tends to follow. Kyle’s “Hey, Ma!” (in his broken, two-year-old speech) sounds incredibly cute. “Mom, may I interrupt you, please?” is soon to follow.
The boys are fighting over who will close the door to the car when we are out and about. It’s good to see Kyle’s assertiveness surfacing. He’s always been pretty much the follower, the one who is told what to do by his older brother, the stereotypical second-born. Maybe it’s also the trait that comes with the Terrible Twos, but it’s a good trait, I’d say.
I’d like to make this craft with the boys before June is over.
