Library Day

Daron finally had library day at school. To his delight- it is the same day as Ian's library day. The night before- his teachers- Carly who is wonderful - told us that we must read the book to the kids and they must be prepared to speak about the book.

What does Daron come home with? A book entirely in Russian.
Fortunately Grannie Annie was on hand to make up a story to go with the pictures in the very long book from Russia.

School is worse than eggs....

First grade is a major adjustment. Ian actually does very well with his work and I am loving home work as it is individual time with him - and something i can relate to (as opposed to transformers) - but first grade apparently is no fun and they have to sit all day.

Truly it has been hard. Days later Ian admitted he had gotten lost in the building one day. I know the feeling of hating getting yelled at and I think he has discovered that as well.

So I told him Caleb had said school is worse than eggs. And he agrees.

"Mommy, I can't find my Nakwerst"

I got off the phone I was so excited that D seemed to be askign for a hotdog ... only to discover he was seeking his binoculars.

Mamom

That's my name

A third tooth

She's got another one. And saved her first ear infection for the first night of Yom Tov Sukkot but as mike said, it was her first time disrupting us.

- She loves to dance - bops her butt up and down and around to music as she stands leaning on something. She has also taken to pointing and conducting when she hears music.

- Standing, cruising its crazy.

- Still waking at night but the truth is I look forward to those moments. I miss every minute that passes.

Labor Day -

Took on new meaing. Labor - yes.

At 1am on Sunday night as I gave Mike a kiss while he held a flashlight and I held a nit comb with Ian wraped in a towel on the floor between us - I told Ian "If anyone ever asks you, this is love." And there was something special and sweet and I so appreciated having a husband who would hold the flashlight (and make and feed me waffles while I picked nits).

Labor day weeked involved my 102 fever, the Bronx Zoo, lice picking till 2am, the beach, 3 hours of sleep, work trade show emergency, heaps of laundry and lots of other fun activities. Labor of love.

No!

I think we could learn something from the boys. Daron’s favorite word is no and I think he is on to something. When you say simply “no” someone has to try to convince you, bribe you or otherwise. And usually when Daron says no, it makes me want him to do the thing even more. And generally no does not mean yes. And saying no doesn’t seem to make him feel badly at all.
I am 32 – you think I can learn to say no?