Month: August 2016
Alex took several art classes this summer and one of them was a pottery class. He made the neatest bowl that his teacher told him to take to college (which he repeats every time he uses the bowl). The bowl is super awesome and was also in the art show last week. Alex is so excited to have it at home where he can use it.
Kaitlyn has been requesting all things potty related – books, conversation, etc. We had nothing planned today so I decided to see if she was ready to stop using diapers. She definitely understood what the potty was for and would sit on it for me, but she managed to go 6 hours without needing the potty (or a diaper). We tried again after nap and she went 4 hours without needing the potty. I’m going to say she’s not quite ready for the whole potty training thing, but when she is there will be none of this going to every public bathroom every 20 minutes.
Her favorite books are the First Look & Find. They entertain her for hours.
This girl loves the rice box.
(Which I realized has been around since 2013.)
Another parenting first for me – giving up when my child chooses their own clothes and I don’t necessarily approve. She wanted to wear her “dress” and pitched a fit when I tried to pick out something else. I finally decided it didn’t really matter and she’d be happy.
(Of course the boys still don’t care what they wear and prefer to have me pick out their clothes.)
I can’t believe it’s that time of year – back to school! Teague starts today, Alex starts next Monday and Kaitlyn starts in a few weeks. Teague was ready and couldn’t wait to get out the door.
Kindergarten is optional in Illinois (crazy, right?). The public schools offer a 2 hour kindergarten, but we decided to keep Teague at the same school he attended last year. They offer a much smaller class (11 kids to 2 teachers), with a longer day (5.5 hours), and his best buddies from last year will be attending too!
This is the first time in 7 years of parenting that I have given out a bandaid without it being needed. Kaitlyn begged for it the entire day and I kept telling her, “You aren’t hurt. There’s no blood. No band-aid.” As we were driving to get Teague she kept pointing to her leg and saying “I hurt” in the sweetest little voice. She got the band-aid…