1. Could someone give me the Clif's Notes Version of Bringing up Boys? I'm not sure my eldest will make it the length of time it will take me to read it. The mouth! Heavens to Betsy, could someone who's been there and done that please give me a light at the end of my tunnel?
2. The response I've been given to every question or comment aimed in Simon's direction today: "Okaaaaaaaay!" said all snotty like
"Fiiiiiiiiine!" said all teenage girl like
"I aaaaaaaaaaam!" said all snotty, teenage girl like
3. Sean and I have found ourselves using phrases from our childhood, such as, "My mother would've knocked me into the middle of next week if I'd..." and "My dad would've rearranged my face if I'd..."
4. Just to note, we weren't knocked/rearranged anywhere, nor would we knock/rearrange our children anywhere. Simon's punishments are not playing outside and reading.
5. I use reading as punishment for two reasons. He wouldn't read otherwise and he's bound to do something daily to deserve it. And two, he ends up actually enjoying his book once he's forced into it. Oh, a third reason, it keeps him from saying, "There's nothing to do!" He's learned my response to that one. :)
6. I have thoroughly enjoyed sleeping in past 6:30 am since Christmas break started. The bags under my eyes don't quite know what to do.
7. Aside from all the eight year old additudinality, I've thoroughly enjoyed having all my boys home all day long. Then again, it's only day two.
8. I love this kid. Even with the backtalk. Even with him mumbling over my shoulder, whining about the fact that his friends are still outside and I made them come in. It's DARK! "Nobody likes me in this house."
he says. Anyways...we didn't light his candles the day we ate his cake. This was the last strip of leftovers. You can't even tell he was making leftover wishes.