Sick already?

He made it 8 school days before bringing home some sort of yuck. He denies being "sick," and since he didn't have a fever he went to school (he wanted to).   P tried to convince him to bring tissue in his pocket, better the tissue than the sleeve of his jacket, but R played out the scenario in his head before verbally explaining in great depth about the numerous reason why that is a bad idea...and if you know my kid, he is a talker, so well...he went tissue-less.  I'll be washing his jacket when he gets home as I'm sure the sleeve will be all snot covered, cause he is a boy, and he is classy with his bodily fluids.  Actually the kiddo hates having anything gross on him, but on his clothes...it is just fine.

Don't mind the bruise...boy meets banister, banister wins.

 

Now she, is coming down with it. Her tiny voice asking for a "tiss-you pwease" every few seconds might just be the cutest sound ever.  This picture might be the cutest photo ever.

She is a diva, who picks out her own clothes and accessories already at 18 months.

and she is clingy since she is sick, and I am soaking it up.

He is rowdy, and asks every morning at 6am when he wakes up if he can go outside and ride the "wheeler."  Three year old is yet again, proving to be more terrible than two, and we are rolling with his temperament.  Parenting is so sweet the second time around, because instead of being freakishly worried that my child is rotten, and I've somehow screwed him up indefinitely, I know that this phase will pass.  His emotional outbursts will soon be replaced with logical rational followed by a verbal explanation of his feelings...and so we are working on speech with this little man.  Goodness I love him to bits. 

My Mr. and I are both back in the classroom setting.  Fortunately for him, his doesn't involve any homework.  I am in denial/shock about willingly signing up for 2-3 years of graduate school, it is going to be a journey.  Today is day one.