My life is a logistical nightmare. Take vacuuming for example. OBoy loves himself some vacuum, which would work nicely if he had the gross motor skills required to actually be effective at the task. Unfortunately, vacuuming to him looks like leaving the appliance tipped up and loudly whirring in the middle of the living room… Read more »
Buddy. Please don’t run while you’re carrying a stick. You need to walk. OBoy, listen to me. I don’t want you to fall and have a big owie. Uh oh. Hmmm… what happened, buddy?
He had whined and demanded oatmeal the whole time we were getting dressed. I mostly ignored, reworded, and redirected. By the time we got downstairs I finally got a straight “May hab O-meal for brekist peeze?” out of him. (We’re working on manners and asking polite questions. I must say ” ‘I want’ is not… Read more »
I have a really hard time turning on the TV. I don’t know, it’s not that I expect everyday to be educational and homespun and full of finger painting, but it seems like once the TV has been turned on it’s near impossible to turn it back off. It sets a course for the day… Read more »