B and I waged a mighty battle against the mess that is his bedroom. See all those boxes? I can’t get rid of them because they are all his Transformers, or other art projects that are Special. >>sigh<<
It’s actually not so bad. B’s in a pretty handy phase where he loves to have a ‘job,’ so as long as I give him specific instructions (“Pick up all of the Legos and put them in the box in the living room” works.”Pick up all your toys off of the rug” leaves too much guess work, though.)
This is B and his friend A, playing with cars. I love that the boys are both wearing their blue school uniform shirts!
B is taking a French class once a week, after school. It’s mostly for fun, but perhaps he’ll learn something while he’s at it. Last night he asked me if I wanted to know how to count in French. Of course I said ‘yes’:
“Hmmm. Well, how about I count for you in Glurm?”
“Yeah. Glun, Glue, Glee, Glore, Glive….”
I came home from work yesterday to find that B had used an entire box of BandAids on his stuffed animals – Ellie and several of the Bears had had unfortunate accidents (mostly run-ins with the pointy parts of the coffee table.) Nonnie confiscated the Tylenol he was trying to administer to them, for pain. Continue reading