Tuesday, September 25, 2007

We all have been given special gifts...

by God and sometimes we just need to suck it up and accept them graciously.

scene: Dinner time at our house. This scene plays itself out the exact same every single night. We eat dinner at 5:00p. At 5:30p every night Oliver excuses himself from the table and goes to the bathroom to take a poo. every night. And then every night Oliver calls Bob from the dinner table to come wipe his butt. There is no variation in this scenario. And I admit, that I encourage none.

Oliver: Daaaaaaaaaad! Could you come wipe my butt?!
Bob: Are you serious?! Why?! Why can't you wipe your butt?
Oliver: Because. I neeeeed you!
Bob: But why does it have to be me?! Why can't Mommy come wipe your butt?!
Oliver: (clearly confused.) But. It's your job.
Bob: How is that my job?!
Oliver: (exasperated.) Because you are the Buttwiper!

yeah. so get to work.
hee hee. Buttwiper.

Monday, September 10, 2007

Another vote for uniforms...

Last week was the kids' first week of real school. Monday, Wednesday, Friday 8:30-11:30a. So far they are loving it. I am amazed when I peek into their classroom. Amazed by their teachers. Amazed by how well the Montessori approach to education really fits each of the children for a different reason.

As much as Max is really growing from his time at school, the adjustment has also activated an OCD flare-up. Though he has never been officially diagnosed, it is only a matter of time. The first day of orientation week, Max insisted on wearing a button down dress shirt and a pair of khakis. I thought it was pretty cute and both he and Oliver went off to school all dressed up. The second day I chuckled and they wore another dress shirt. how endearing. By, the fourth day they had run out of dress shirts.

This morning Max had a meltdown because he did not have a dress shirt ready to wear to school. He had to have one (I won't even get into the collar position and required buttoning procedure.) I ended up having a little meltdown of my own where I finished with my sobbing, "I will not be ironing everyday for PRESCHOOL!!"