I must say, I rather like this blue. I picked it on the fly but it's really quite nice on the eyes, isn't it? Soothing. And goodness knows I need anything remotely soothing lately.
Speaking of which, I wrote the following earlier:
I just wanted to say that I was right. Normally this would be cause for celebration, but in this case it isn't and in fact nearly brought me to tears. Intrepid is dying to go back to school and it shows. He's tormenting Gutsy in new and interesting ways that would be far more subtle if he knew how loud his whispers are to the non-hearing-impaired. He truly believes he's being quiet while teasing his brother. It's adorable in its own, annoying way.
Meanwhile, Gutsy has decided that screaming at the top of his lungs about absolutely every injustice is what will win him friends and influence people. It's winning him annoyed family members and influencing my brain to snap completely. A girl can only handle so much screaming in a day.
And, just so you know, yelling 'Stop screaming!', no matter how appropriate it seems at hte time, accomplishes nothing. That's a gift of parenting knowledge from me to you.
I think the camping trip a couple of weeks ago has thrown Gutsy into a new stage of independence. He's being a little stinker because he's also sprouting his wings (and horns...). In the last couple of days, he's shown me he knows his left from his right - and not just his hands, but his feet, ears and eyes, and can direct me to grandma's house by saying 'turn right. Now we turn left...'
He's also rhyming words. Although not all the words are, erm, real. He'll say things like 'Stair and hair are matching words... Page and stage are matching words, too... Paint and staint, coffee and stoffee, backyard and stackyard are matching, too!' It's hilarious. He has the right concept, he just has to learn that the words need to make sense. If Dr. Seuss were alive and on heavy narcotics, he and Gutsy would have some very interesting brainstorming ideas for books.
I'd post more, but I have an enormous craving for a specific sandwich at a specific restaurant that is thankfully open 24 hours a day. I'm going to pick up Astarte and head down there. When I'm blurry eyed and exhausted in the morning I'll make sure to post some more, make a bunch of typos and have you people laugh at me. See? There's something in it for you, too.
Speaking of which, I wrote the following earlier:
I want to say 'Looks like it's not going to be such a bad day after all', but I know I'll eat those words in a few hours.
I just wanted to say that I was right. Normally this would be cause for celebration, but in this case it isn't and in fact nearly brought me to tears. Intrepid is dying to go back to school and it shows. He's tormenting Gutsy in new and interesting ways that would be far more subtle if he knew how loud his whispers are to the non-hearing-impaired. He truly believes he's being quiet while teasing his brother. It's adorable in its own, annoying way.
Meanwhile, Gutsy has decided that screaming at the top of his lungs about absolutely every injustice is what will win him friends and influence people. It's winning him annoyed family members and influencing my brain to snap completely. A girl can only handle so much screaming in a day.
And, just so you know, yelling 'Stop screaming!', no matter how appropriate it seems at hte time, accomplishes nothing. That's a gift of parenting knowledge from me to you.
I think the camping trip a couple of weeks ago has thrown Gutsy into a new stage of independence. He's being a little stinker because he's also sprouting his wings (and horns...). In the last couple of days, he's shown me he knows his left from his right - and not just his hands, but his feet, ears and eyes, and can direct me to grandma's house by saying 'turn right. Now we turn left...'
He's also rhyming words. Although not all the words are, erm, real. He'll say things like 'Stair and hair are matching words... Page and stage are matching words, too... Paint and staint, coffee and stoffee, backyard and stackyard are matching, too!' It's hilarious. He has the right concept, he just has to learn that the words need to make sense. If Dr. Seuss were alive and on heavy narcotics, he and Gutsy would have some very interesting brainstorming ideas for books.
I'd post more, but I have an enormous craving for a specific sandwich at a specific restaurant that is thankfully open 24 hours a day. I'm going to pick up Astarte and head down there. When I'm blurry eyed and exhausted in the morning I'll make sure to post some more, make a bunch of typos and have you people laugh at me. See? There's something in it for you, too.