Yesterday I took The Elder to get new socks, undies, and a winter coat. (I can’t believe we have never had to buy him a winter coat! Thanks to The Bro and Family!) He wasn’t too excited about getting a new coat so I was sure to include him in the selection process. Once before, we were looking for a warm-up suit and he ran screaming at the sight of one style. After several sleuthing attempts amongst meltdown rants, I discovered it was a decorative rivet on the waistband of the jacket. (FYI, we didn’t buy it.)

So I let him pick out a color he liked and had him try it on. I had him practice over and over (and over and over) zipping it up and unzipping it, with and without the hood on, putting it on, taking it off, pretending to hang it on a hook, and where his name will be written. It was like a half hour ordeal. But he did well because he knows (because I remind him!) that we practice so we learn to do things well so we don’t get frustrated.

He gets off the bus looking all toasty in his new coat. (It’s camoflauge, by the way. If you can’t decide on a color, might as well pick ‘em all)

Me: Did everyone like your new coat?
The Elder: Just [The Busmate] and [The Other Busmate].
Me: No one else saw it?
The Elder: Yeah…but no one said WOW.

It was like Ben Stein’s tone, ending with the WOW from Schoolhouse Rock’s “Interjections.” And, No, his busmates’ names are not Darryl, although they are brothers…

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Y: (at 180 decibels) I DON’T WANNA GO HOME!
E: (very matter of fact and nonchalantly scripted) I guess you’ll stay here alone with nobody.

Do I really use that threat? Surely not…

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Me: I’m almost done…There! Do I look beautiful?
The Younger: I think so.

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The Hub got home from work and we had all congregated on the master room bed. The Hub inquires about The Elder’s day (He has a had a few …shall we say…challlenging last couple of school days…sigh).

The Elder: Do you know what color card I got today?
The Hub: Um, I don’t know. What color?
The Elder: It starts with a B and it’s a primary color…

(Blue cards mean great! Yay!!)

literally 2 seconds later…he blurts and darts with the poise of a cat:

The Elder: I gotta watch TV!
The Hub: again?
The Elder: It only comes on in the afternoon. (so cute to hear that word come out of his mouth!)

The next thing, I hear is the TV blaring in the playroom a collection of monotone voices, beeps, and golf-like clapping. So I went to investigate…

Me: Is THIS what you wanted to watch so bad?
The Elder: Yes! It’s called the Scholar’s Bowl.

Ay ay ay ay!

The Hub: Maybe one day, YOU’ll win the Scholar’s Bowl.
The Elder: You don’t win, you get the most points.

I’m trying to decide if that was a take on the “There are no losers in this house. You win when you finish.” lesson I taught them? I’m also trying to decide if it is a positive spin or not? Hmmm…

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We love clementines. Not only are they sweet and seedless (for the most part), but they are easy enough to peel that the kids can help themselves. Regular oranges, on the other hand, have a million seeds and are almost impossible to peel. So I just cut them into wedges and pick out the seeds. The first time I did this with The Younger (because the Elder is high maintenance and wants ALL of the skin removed before he will touch it, so he ops for orange juice instead) he would leave a lot of “orange” pulp on the skins. So I showed him how to eat everything but the rind so there is no waste. So this time (the second time) he was so proud of himself for remembering the “rule” (remember he is The Enforcer), and showed me his orange peel.

Y: Look, Mommy. It’s s’pose to be naked. Just like [E] was naked last night.

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Y: Orange starts with what?
Me: O
Y: Good, and octopus starts with what?
Me: O
Y: Correct! You are a genius!

I think HE is the genius. Except it comes out more like “genus.” So I wondered just which particular genus I am…

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The Elder and I went to see Madagascar II (actually we went to see Beverly Hills Chiuahua, but he wouldn’t hear of it since Madagascar II was playing in the same theatre, despite the fact he saw it just last week, and it started 20 minutes before BHC, AND there was no heat in the theatre playing Madagascar II).

Anyhoo, when it was over, we were going to go shop at the Burlington Coat Factory. Well not really, we were going to go play with the toys. That place is so messy and the toys are so well-tested, it’s like a playground. Recalling that the store has locked bathrooms, I urged him to pee before we left the theatre. Which he did.

10 minutes after entering the store he needs to go to the bathroom, of course. Luckily you no longer need a key to pee (I’m a poet and didn’t know it), but they have a buzzer. You know, like the kind they have in secure places like schools, apartment buildings, etc.

For.the.bathroom.

I digress. The Elder finishes up and we continue to “shop.” He did want some Sketchers and I found some really nice ones that were his size at a good price. However we couldn’t find the left shoe. Yeah…it’s THAT kind of store. 10 minutes after the last potty break, he complains that he has to go to the bathroom again.

Me: You just went!
E: (in his best oh-so-loud voice as we weave through the other shoppers) The first time I just had to pee. The second time I have to poo.
Me: Ok, but you don’t have to announce it. (trying not to make eye contact with the other shoppers)

I didn’t have any hand sanitizer with me so I showed him how to use the seat covers.

E: But how will I poo? (I punch out the center) Oooohhh! I didn’t know.

After he was done, he hops off the commode and the liner falls inside just like it’s suppose to.

E: Oh no! My poo is too heavy.
Me: That’s ok. Just flush it.
E: (with much concern) Will it tangle up? And make the water come back out?
Me: No, you’re suppose to flush it.
E: (confident that I misunderstood him) No… I mean inside the tube.
Me: It’s made for that.
E: Oooohhh. I didn’t know.

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It was late in the afternoon last Saturday after I showered so I didn’t want to get all dressed again, but I didn’t want to put on PJs and I wanted to be comfy. So I put on a little sundress (in the middle of winter) just to wear around the house. The Younger comes running in the closet telling me something and he stop dead in his tracks and in mid-sentence said:

Y: You look like a princess.

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The Elder still doesn’t have the total concept of the structure of jokes. But he’s nailed the purpose of jokes because I couldn’t stop laughing.

E: Knock knock .
Y: Who’s there?
E: Why did the chicken cross the kitchen?
because it was scrambled eggs!

Y: Ok, it’s MY turn. Knock knock.
E: Who’s there?
Y: Why did the…..thinking and the seeing Skip)…dog cross the kitchen?(
because it was scrambled eggs!

Yeah…OK.

E: Knock knock.
Y: Who’s there?
E: Banana.
Y: Banana who?
E: Knock knock.
Y: Who’s there?
E: Banana.
Y: Banana who?
E: Knock knock.
Y: Hey, it’s MY turn
E: Banana.
Y: (getting angry and fake crying) IT’S MY TURN!
E: One more. Knock knock.
Y: (through pitiful sobs) Who’s there? (that’s was hilarious)
E: Banana. Ok that’s four times. This is the last time. Knock Knock.
Y: Who’s there?
E: Orange.
Y: Orange who?
E: Why didn’t I say Orange?

Then he started “fake” cracking up at himself. No, I didn’t get it either.

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The Kiddos playing football during the Super Bowl. In case you can’t understand what is going on: The Elder is wearing his “pads” and The Younger is wearing his “helmet” which they each picked out themselves (what imagination). The Elder is keeping up with the “rounds” which I kept explaining to him they are “downs” and that there are only 4 of them. The non-active moments are the Time Outs between plays.

See if you can pick out the moment that The Younger “blows the whistle.” Enjoy.

Y: The game is over.

E: When I get to 20, it’s back to the game. (the play clock?)

E: Dad, you can be the coach. You can blow the whistle.

E: …because when he doesn’t see he doesn’t see where he is going.

Y: The game is over.

Y: Let’s take a break.

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Me: What does that mean?

The Elder: I don’t know.

Me: Is it just a sound you make?

The Elder: No. It’s a word.

Me: What does the word mean?

The Elder: I don’t know.

So that solves that.

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So there’s great news, and good news. The good news was that The Elder did not qualify for OT services. Ok if you read my last post, you might remember me hoping that he gets the services based on some of the triggers that led to “behavior reports.” But when the OT showed up some of his work, I was really floored by the amount of progress he has made with his motor skills. I was really floored by the amount of progress he has made with his motor skills.(I have video to support this too, but won’t be posted until next year. lol) When she showed us a piece of paper (one piece of paper) that was smooth (not crumpled), in one piece, with no “frustration” stripes all over the page of his ALPHABET, my mouth hung open. Yeah, sure he could recite his abc’s both forwards and backwards, by letter and by phonetics, by age 2.5, BUT at 4 years old, he couldn’t draw a consistent circle.  About a year ago his circles, triangles, squares, and rectangles were pretty much indistinguishable. And don’t even DARE give him a pair of scissors to cut more than a 1/4in thick straight line (large zig-zags were ok though), without expecting a meltdown.^**Thank goodness that his implusive glasses/shoe/food-throwing hadn’t migrated to scissors. It couldn’t have been pretty scary, tho I’ve gotten hit by a fork once or twice. Yay for plasticware. We’ve been recycling them from parties (our own parties…not other people’s. That’s just weird.) so we have a good supply in stock when they get lost in flight, snapped in two, or eaten by the disposal (oops). They are pretty darn sturdy. So seeing a perfect letter O made me giddy, but seeing a perfect S and a perfect number 8 put me in a bit of shock. I think me and The Hub blurted out at the same time, “HE did this?”

–wow–

She even showed us a picture of where he drew a person. It is all in pencil and has hands, feet (and stilts “like at the circus”), eyes (big circles), nose, mouth, ears, etc etc. Then in orange crayon there is a line drawn straight down the middle of his body (a), and then a line crossing it at the person’s waist (b) so that it looks like a cross. (Boy I wish I had a scanned version of it) He had explained to the OT that:

a) This is his spine, and
b) This is his belt.

–HI-larious–

So, his fine motor skills were no longer in question. And at home (and at school, as witnessed with my own personal eyeballs) his gross motor skills have improved as well (re: video that I have yet to post). His proprioceptive sense is maturing OR he is just getting braver/trusting more. Because he is starting to climb (I’m sure as taught by The Younger, expert monkey boy) and The Hub has a picture of him swinging on the HIGH “fireman” pole on the playground at his Fall Festival.

So…no OT. yay!

However The OT did recommend that he attend a handwriting class because he has an aversion to lowercase letters (especially the ones that “sink” below the line: g,j,y,p,q) and the d’nealian style in general. The OT is worried that if we “program” his chip to learn it this way that he will not be able to change it later. I’m not 100% sure that that is true because he does really well with a slowly communicated, very logical, self-motivating explanation to changes in routine, rules, etc.

So that was the big outcome. There were some other changes made in his IEP so that he wasn’t taken out of the classroom for any additional time than he already has been. He’s been having a “social group” session 2 days a week, and his reading group. But he is so accelerated that in his 15 minutes session 2 days a week, he would read a book and then take the test with a perfect score with time to spare and The Resource Teacher would have to provide him with an extra activity just so the others in his group could “catch up” (not that they were slow or anything). he was finished before she even got back to her deskShe said that the first time he took the comprehension test on the computer that he was finished before she even got back to her desk which is literally less than 5 steps away. Her classroom is about the size of a college apartment’s kitchen(nette). She said that at first she thought he was just clicking any ole answer just to get done as if it were a non-preferred activity. However, after multiple sessions of perfect scores she realized that not only was he reading the five questions on the test that fast, but he comprehended the book (that he just read) and could recall the answer at the same lightning speed.

–wow–

I also got to meet The Behavior Analyst who will begin her observations in January. She has a good reputation. We are SO BLESSED. Again, The Resource Teacher bragged on The Elder to her about how sweet and funny and smart he is.

“I just wanna eat him up with a spoon.”

were her exact words. Giddy Me! I could have kissed her on the lips. But I didn’t. Probably not very appropriate or socially acceptable.

So needless to say, I enjoyed my time and I didn’t need a kleenex unless you count tears of joy/shock.

Since then we experienced a FIVE DAY SMILEY FACE WEEK!!!!!! It was a first. He was SO proud of himself!

So he definitely earned his Batter Batter Baseball.

We also had a successful trip to SC and back. A 7hr trip, that takes 10hrs with 2 kids who are potty trained and a dog. You can check out my tweets for an idea of what went down that week. Other than my ear/sinus infection and The Elder missing out on the presents, it was a very successful trip, only a few minor behaviors (like hitting and pseudo-biting) that I’m sure were triggered by the changes in routine and the excitement of seeing their cousins.

We are on the last week of Winter Break and I must say that I have really enjoyed having the boys to myself (The AP is on vacation too).

Stay-tuned for the following topics in (near-) future posts:

• Timeline – so what exactly happened during the last 6 months hiatus? cliff notes version.
• Video – shocking video of a hidden athletic talent. Goooooooo gross motor skills and coordination! Well, he still has the “Phoebe Run.” (soooo cute)
• Photo Album – Jesus was a carpenter so why can’t we?
• Christmas Quips – to be echolalic, to not to be…that is the question.

Happy New Year folks!

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“We find the turkey in the woods. We cut our turkey and then we put it in our oven and cook it at 46 degrees for 65 minutes. We make the turkey taste just like chicken. We eat the turkey when it comes out of the oven.“
––The Elder

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(They are working on identifying beginning consonants in Kindergarten!)

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Thankfully it wasn’t a server problem so everyone was able to read and comment but I couldn’t moderate first-time commenters to have it post. But thanks for the emails (and comments) and phone calls that I got with your concern of our whereabouts.

Looks like the lastest upgrade to the Open ID plugin was a bust (as discovered be The Hub). So I’ll have to find a different one but I don’t think anyone who is currently commenting is using it. As a matter of fact, someone with a blogspot address should see if it is taking your URL yet.

If you are wanting to Mr. Linky your post for this week’s Success Sunday, post it on the previous one.

Soooo much to update and journal on, including The Elder’s IEP meeting but that might take a while because I typed it up in my DayNotez in very raw form. A cut and paste would make NO sense to the General Public.

However I will give you an up-to-date quip.

Let me give a little bit of background information. Fridays are usually family movie night, but since last night The Hub and I went bowling for an event (I do better at the Wii though), we had to defer the movie to today. Well we were going to go to a party instead but they totally were NOT in the mood for a 45 minute drive to a party that starts about an hour before their regular bedtime. It gives me the heebie jeebies just thinking about the potential chaos we might have endured! However they did start to lighten up (with some threats) enough to go ahead and watch a movie.^*I guess I do too.I got some really cute popcorn holders ($1 each at the Target Hot Spot) and they eat a LOT less popcorn that way too^*.

Now, The Elder has been SUPER sensory lately and licking everything.^**Yet, this is the guy who won’t eat French Toast (GFCF of course) that has black spots on it. I try to explain to him that it was cinnamon, but I just get the “It’s barnacles! It’s boring!” typical response.He was even licking the inside of the VHS tape case before the movie even started. I’ve seen him licking his shoes, licking the legos, licking his brother, I mean, everything!

So when The Hub asked which movie we should watch, I replied, “Osmosis Jones, because it’s about germs.” If you haven’t seen the movie, it is half cartoon and half not. Bill Murray plays Frank, and his body is the “City of Frank” where germs, organs, bodily fluids, etc. are all animated and portrayed as a micro-universe or such. It is a very clever movie. Me likey witty.

Anyhoo, when the movie first introduces the above concept, you see Frank eating an egg that had fallen on the ground and the camera follows it down his throat. In attempt to explain that to The Elder I said:

Maybe about 10 minutes into the movie I look at The Hub and say, “I guess this isn’t an kids movie” I look around and neither of them are paying attention to the movie. Either their back was to the TV or their head was inside a bookshelf or something other than watching the screen. From the very beginning The Younger was playing with a puzzle so he was never really engaged in the movie to begin with. I think he was just excited to have his own little popcorn box (which he knocked over and lost his popcorn and The Skipper Dog ended up partaking). The most exciting part to The Elder is realizing that Osmosis Jones is the same as Marty on Madagascar (Chris Rock).

The Younger continued to work on his puzzle (the same one over and over again for most of the 90min movie) and The Elder started playing with the invisible ink and black light pen he got because we he sold for him at least 10 coupon books on behalf of his classroom. Then he started going through the VHS tapes and DVDs and pulling them all out. The Younger decided to join him.

By the end of the movie (I did prep them for the funny part at the end and they laughed hysterically as if they were waiting for that for years), all of the movies were off the shelves, on the floor, on the futon, etc. The good news is that there never was a meltdown and they never said “I don’t like that” or “Let’s watch a different movie.”

But they gave us some pretty strong hints…

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He just leaves the room. The Younger popped up and grabbed the Dump Truck full of matchbox cars, that is attached to his hands except when he is eating or washing his hands, and rolls it down the hall after his brother. I was drifting in and out of sleep, just happy that I had gotten some sleep. I have been sick for about 2 weeks, yesterday it got so bad that I caved and let The Hub take me to the doctor. I got me some good Rx drugs and slept/been in bed pretty much from the time that we got back from the doctors until now (which is 7:30pm on Friday).

The kids were playing in the playroom at 5-something in the morning! Good grief!

My beaming with pride feeling left as I hear (in the hallway now)

On Fridays, The Hub and I get to sleep in while The AP gets to get up butt early to get the Kids ready for school. I’m so spoiled. EVERYONE should have an au pair. I truly truly mean that, all joking aside. She reminds me of what the world calls “typical,” what it’s like for someone to “get it” when I’m being sarcastic, to joke around and not have it be taken so literally that I’ve hurt someone’s feelings, and of course to give me relief when I just need a break. She is my Calgon! When we decided to hire an au pair I was in desparate need of help. Not just so I could work, but so i could stay sane. I was constantly so overwhelmed. I’m sure many of my readers can empathize with that. It was the hardest thing to do when she arrived, to relinquish control of my kids which was all that I really knew to do daily. She was sooo bored the first week because i literally sat with them all day. Even after that, I had a hard time not being involved in every part of everything. Now I don’t know how I did it without her!

She is my Calgon!If you have a houseful of aspies and/or auties, I truly recommend having an au pair! Especially if you have 2 or more because the price is the same no matter how many kids you have. She’s my saving grace. Nothing nor no one can take my place or love my kids more than I do. I know what they need, how they feel, how they process things^*.^*cool, a year ago, I wouldn’t have said that with that much confidence. The AP helps me to stay on the outside a little more than I would like to, but in a way that I need to in preparation of sending them off to school and other situations that I can’t be there to watch their every move and rescue them when they need it.

I grabbed a pen and piece of paper (a post-it note pad) and started jotting the conversation down so I would remember it later. Most of what I have written down was only captured because they kept placing their backs to me and couldn’t see me writing. Though i still was trying to lay low and pretend to be asleep. At times I would write chronoligically and jot in times to help jog my memory but some of it were things that I just wrote down because, at that moment, I remembered it happened. Unfortunately I didn’t asterisk those moments and taking notes with a drug-induced memory isn’t the most reliable thing in the world. So if they were funny enough, I stuck them in here somewhere, and if they weren’t I just left them out. Please forgive me. Lol.

They each have their own style of OCD play.A blue car comes flying in our room from the hall way. The Elder ignored it and kept “driving” the much-sought-after truck into the bedroom. Not sure what happened right after that so I guess they worked it out because the next thing on my post-it note talks about parallel play. They each have their own style of OCD play.

The Elder was sitting up with a box of matchbox cars and lining them up side by side, ever so perfectly. The Younger dumps all the cars out with the dump truck and then puts them each back in one by one. It’s kind of a hilarious spectacle to witness

At some point The Younger exclaims “No that’s mine!” The Elder then starts “mixing” the cars up like he’s smearing them around like finger paint. I just knew cars were going to be flying everywhere. I had to intervene.

Satisfied with the answer, I laid back down. The Elder goes running out of the room. The Younger puts all of the cars into the box and then slowly and patiently fits it in the back of the dump truck just perfectly and then just as fast as he can, he runs down the hallway pushing it.

I attentively listen to the gentle crashing of cars (and no crying) as I write down as quickly as I can, sitting up in the hopes that it will be legible later. My heart is pounding not knowing how long this peace between brothers will last.

All of a sudden it got really quiet. I was anticipating hearing screaming, fake crying, car crashing and/or flying against the walls and doors. But I hear a precious giggle from The Younger who cheers “Pass Gas” and chuckles again. I figured out what was happening in that moment of silence.

6 o’clock and all is well

They continue to play well. I hear “No that’s mine” (famous phrase I guess). Then I hear the pitter patter of guilty feet running in the hall away from us.

I guess I need to get up now, I think to myself. But before I could get my feet out from under the covers, The Elder runs to his hiding corner in our room with The Younger close behind. The Elder jumps out of his hiding corner and roars like a Beast^**We call this “rarr-ing” because that is the actual word we say. They both act “surprised” and start laughing. I relaxed at the thought of “normal” “boys will be boys” interactive play.

Monster chasing continues down the hall and when they come back, The Younger has his broom in hand. He gently taps The Elder on the head twice. Not hard enough for me to voice my concern yet. But I’m still in prepare-for-emergency mode in case it gets out of hand. Glad I didn’t because it was good to see how The Elder handled it. But it was very difficult to not referee.

Because The Elder wasn’t reacting the way he was “supposed” to according to Y, he started “attacking” him more aggressively. The Elder kept moving his head away from The Younger but pushing his butt toward him to kinda “ease” him away from him and called him “stinky pants.”

I was getting nervous because the pointy part was so close to his head. Just then The Younger takes the sweep part of the broom and starts “brushing” The Elder from his bottom and up his back. Well The Elder loves to get his back scratched and so was actually enjoying that. I think it started to tickle because he arched his back and threw his head back and the broom hit his head. I couldn’t take it anymore. I got out of bed to get him to stop. But The Elder started laughing reinforcing it. So The Younger kept doing it, I guess assuming that The Elder thought the head hitting was what he was laughing at. I verbalized my dismay.

The Younger turns the broom around and looks at the bristles, examining it as if to research if it was indeed a broom/sweep^*. ^*or trying to figure out, wait, I was supposed to be jabbing him with the dangerous side instead – he wasn’t called Danger Boy for nothing – he earned that nickname!Once the puzzled look left his face, He tried to quickly resume his kung fu stance and, twirling the broom with a “Hee-Yah,” he racked himself! I tried not to laugh outloud.he racked himself!

Meanwhile, The Elder had taken advantage of the distraction and fled to a different corner of the room (out of my sight) with cars in tow. The Younger goes after him and grabs the much-NOT-wanted blue car and returns within my sight. He puts it in his mouth “daring” The Elder to come jerk it out of his mouth. Since The Elder wasn’t paying attemtion, he tried harder to taunt him and The Elder started monster chasing him…again.

Amongst the rarring in the background, I find myself nose to nose with The Skipper Doodle who’s doing the pee pee dance. Good timing (He probably was scared as his bed was in the middle of the monster mayhem).

He runs back down the hall and I hear The Younger rolling the dump truck after them(I’m sure with the box of cars in the back – I’ve passed on my need to compartmentalize!)

So I sat up, frantically writing this all down so that I wouldn’t forget. Boy, a audio recorder would be better. I’ll keep that in mind. Wait – my mobile phone has a recorder and it was charging by my bed. Geez, I must have been sleepy.

I hear them in the kitchen. Usually that follows with some kinda of loud clanking. I’m ready to go rescue the kitchen when I hear clapping.

I nudge The Hub to see if he heard that since he was the one who taught him that cadence.

pitter-patter pitter-patter. The Elder arrives in the bed room and repeats the clap rhythm. I sit up in the bed and look at him like How rude (we are working on defining that word with the body language).

Ok so he picked up on the body language up didn’t apply the appropriate social reaction of stopping.
I hear pitter-patter-rolling pitter-patter-rolling. The Elder gets excited and hides behind our bed. The pitter-patter-rolling takes a pitstop at the hall bathroom.

The Elder sighs and claps louder.

The NYSE bell announces it is 6:10am. I thought it would be cute to give The Hub that ringtone since he has discovered his special interest with the Stock Market. I telling you…it is the.most.annoying.sound.in.the.world. I don’t know what I was thinking when I did that. I sure wasn’t thinking that it would be what greeted me every morning or I would have called Sprint directly to delete it from their options and offer compensation.

However, the noise did not seem to phase the kids??? They continued to play, and well, I might add.

I was very impressed by how he handled that, shoot, how he handled most of what happened this morning. I think that Kindergarten has taught him a lot of self-control. I think that Kindergarten has taught him a lot of self-control. By the time the next NYSE bell going off (oh, did I mention that The Hub pushes snooze a million times before he gets up?) the monster chasing resumes. It was a cute kind of hide and seek to watch. They would run out of the room and The Elder chases The Younger back into the room, rarrs at him and Y giggles and says “You scared me!” as they continue chassing each other.

Off with truck
Off with cars (with the blue car in his mouth)

NYSE bell. snooze.

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