Lately, the Monster’s been on-and-off about being good using long, real sentences.
He can, when he wants, construct a good, normal request. For instance, this evening, he asked me, “Can you to turn on Sesame Street, please?” (Well, the ‘please’ was with coaxing, and ‘to turn on’ isn’t a great construction… but it’s head and shoulders from where he was last year.) Continue reading
Yesterday was family photo day.
Now, setting aside that I myself don’t like being photographed, it’s been a while since we’ve done the family photo thing, so when the wife found a deal through one of those “deal of the day” sites, I relented. Continue reading
There’s the rare morning where I’m solely in charge of getting the Monster ready for school and out the door.
The Monster’s morning routine’s not very complicated:
Now, granted, we do prepare number 3, do number 4, help him with number 5, and guide him through the rest. However, there’s usually two of us leading him, since the baby’s not usually in a “wake up ” mode until about a half hour before the Monster’s out the door. Continue reading
So after gymnastics today, I was tasked with taking the Monster to the urgent care facility near the gymnasium to get his foot looked at.
The Monster’s not too fond of going to the doctor, or folks playing with his feet. So imagine what it’s going to be like, having to take him to the doctor to have his feet looked at. Continue reading
This morning, while getting the Monster out of bed, the wife discovered that he had a splinter or something in the sole of one of his feet.
Obviously, he’d not said anything at all to us, and we’d not noticed because he’s not been acting funny. It was simply that she was being observant that we noticed anything at all. Continue reading