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.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
We all have been given special gifts...
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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!!"
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