Choice phrases of the week in my house:
“Please be gentle with the kitten.”
“PUT THE (&@!$) KITTEN DOWN.”
“Stay inside – the deck is full of stain.”
“DON’T TOUCH THE-” … doh!
“EVERYONE INSIDE NOW!”
“Please keep your hands to yourself.”
“Pulling hair hurts people, be gentle please.”
“PULLING HAIR IS NOT NICE! TIME OUT!”
“Please don’t throw the sand, it could get in someone’s eyes and hurt them – we don’t want to hurt anyone, right guys?”
“No. That’s. not. nice. We don’t throw sand.”
“DROP IT! DROP THE SAND! DON’T THROW THE-!” doh!… “TIME OUT!”
Breathe, Erin. Breathe.
Sometimes I wonder what my neighbours think. Then I realize, I don’t really care.
My conscience is clear. It’s Friday and everyone is still alive and psychologically intact.
This past Monday, James had his first day of grade 1 and Julia had her first day of junior kindergarten on Wednesday.
James loves grade one and hasn’t complained even once about having to go every day.
Julia loves kindergarten, even though she says she’s too shy to talk to anyone.
I’m really missing my little helpers. Who the hell is going to entertain the babies all day??
Oh. Yeah. How do you do that again?