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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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The AP: What do you want to be when you grow up?
The Younger: (puzzled trying to search his database for the definition of 'grow up') I don't know.
The AP: (trying to think of an alternative) What do you want to be when you are the same size as mommy and daddy?
The Younger: I'm going to be….a firefighter!
The AP: Nice!

The next day (yesterday), The Younger was playing with his fire engine again but with just me.

The Younger: Mommy, when I grow up, I'm going to be a firefighter!
Me: Wow! You'd be a great firefighter!
The Younger: (pointing to his fire engine) And, Mommy, when this grows up, I'm going to be a firefighter!

I was not aware of the first conversation until late last night. When The AP told me that it made it even cuter.

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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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Let’s back up to yesterday. I texted The Teacher to ask her to call me to discuss what we ought to do because he was doing so well at this MDO program. She suggested that I have a visit with The Director and The MDO Teacher. After all The Elder, loved his preschool (the one before the 4 he got kicked out of) but when I went to observe him, I noticed that, yes he did have friends…but they were all playing over there while The Elder was playing in the corner by himself. “Oh he is just the sweetest little boy. We don’t get any trouble from him.” They should have knocked on wood…

So I called and The Director said that she couldn’t but The MDO Teacher could. So I get there a little late (they didn’t charge me) and I sat down in his classroom. The first thing I loved is that when I got there, The Director made herself available for the first 10 minutes. I assured them that nothing was wrong I just wanted to ask some specific questions regarding The Younger.

They talked about how good and sweet he is. The MDO Teacher went through their routine from beginning to end. Very detailed – so there was no room for assumptions.

She said The Younger can pick out his name, he sits nicely on his mat, he’s attentive and follows directions and he is good at cleaning up, which was no surprise to us. When I taught him to bathe himself with a washcloth, as soon as he was done…forget those toy boats! and he started cleaning the shower stall with his washcloth! This is also the guy who got a fire engine and a playset of a broom, mop, dust pan, etc. Guess which one he plays with more. He also was more excited about the vaccuum cleaner I got for him at a consignment sale. “It’s my size!” is one of his favorite phrases. Now we can sweep our floors without hunting for the broom (which was always found in his room).

What was really funny was the clean up chart. They get a sticker each day that they help clean up. Check out his chart:

There were no red flags that got me worked up. I gave her a few things to look for, those things that appear age appropriate, but can linger a little too long. Like playing by himself, which she admitted that he does do sometimes. Also she said that he doesn’t really participate well in Music Class which is in the choir room with ALL the children instead of just his class of 6 or a combined 3-4yo class of 14 total. It’s EVERYBODY. So there might a little bit of anxiety in larger groups because she said he is fine in the classroom.

I made a point to let them know how happy he is with the program because he has huge anxiety of the unknown. To the point that he is a completely different person. But here, he feels loved and secure and I don’t have to hide from him in the mornings to get him to go.

“That is a huge compliment to you and this program.”

Then I asked The AP about gymanstics and the library because when I take him, it is meltdown city. But she said he is fine. So he only performs for me. This is the same guy who just a month ago (August 11) melted down for TWO HOURS at his evaluation before he recovered to be open to testing. He pulled he stripped naked and peed on the floor. It was very intentional, because the assessor said that it was in a perfect arch around him.

So today, I was slightly afraid that they were going to give us a diagnosis that is not appropriate. However The Teacher insinuated that we should take the services if they offer it to us because if we decline then we can’t go back. Even a year later…

Well, this morning we wake up to this:

After I put The Elder on the bus and The Hub went off to work. We decided to do a little art project. I was taking notes and snapping pictures the whole time so i wouldn’t forget just how hilarious this was.

Exhibit A

The Birthday Card

Me: Today is Ms Nanny’s birthday!
The Younger: Yeah, and tomorrow is Daddy’s birthday.
Me: No daddy’s birthday is on Saturday.
The Younger: Oh Daddy’s birthday is Saturday and tomorrow is MY birthday.
Me: Let’s make Ms Nanny a card

Exhibit B

(Click on pictures to enlarge)
Me: Can you make a face?^{Exhibit A-a}
The Younger: That’s Hair.^{Exhibit B-a}
Me: Where are the eyes?
The Younger: I can make a mouth…I’m drawing Daddy.^{Exhibit B-b}
Me: Where’s his eyes?
The Younger: Oh, I can make eyes.^{Exhibit B-c}
Me: Can you draw a picture of Ms Nanny?
The Younger: I can make a road.
Me: Oh ok.
The Younger: That’s not a garage…^{Exhibit A-b}That’s the garage.^{Exhibit A-c}
Me: What’s that?^{Exhibit A-d}
The Younger: Crashing…there’s lots of crashings.

The Younger: This is the garage.

Me: I think she will love it.
The Younger: WAIT! I not finished yet……there, I finished.^{Exhibit C-a}
Me: What does that say, your name?
The Younger: No. says, happy birfday annie.

Exhibit C

All Boy
No Aspergers

Oops! Update—> The Hub’s birthday is on SUNDAY!! I thought the 28th was on a Saturday. I really did honey…honest!

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Productive? Oh well…

This morning I missed my network meeting. The Hub asked me “Are you even going to attempt to go?” and with a slight nod he let me be. Around 10 I felt so gross that I had to get in the shower. I felt better but still so achy and a huge headache. I laid on the couch and watched TV for the first time in a long time (at least not Nick Jr, PBSkids, or Disney Channel). Finally I got prepared to go pick up The Kiddos from school. I didn’t really feel like getting all dolled up so I had time to hop on the computer, check my email, and comment on some blogs. That actually make me feel better!

Then I went to pick up The Elder first. Because I was incapacitated yesterday I didn’t get a change to check his folder to see how he did after the ordeal on Monday. The Hub relayed that he got a Blue Card, which means Great! I was woo-hoo-ing on the inside. I hate that I couldn’t be there to give him a pat on the back. But when I picked him up today he announced:

The Elder: Mommy, I got a blue card on Tuesday and Wednesday today.
Me: You did? That’s great!
The Elder: I know. I almost got my Batter Batter Baseball^*!

^*He gets a ticket for each blue card. Last week we counted 27 tickets. He has been very patient in earning this prize and has stuck with it even though it has been months. I was hoping he would have earned it by his birthday (July).

So he has recovered from Monday nicely. I put a note on his folder on Monday that we worked on his lowercase a for about 5 minutes before I lost him to distraction and restlessness. I don’t know if that helped or not but I’m going to take credit for it.

Then I went to pick up The Younger. I felt pretty cruddy so I didn’t really feel like making conversation but I did anyway.

Me: How are you doing today?
The Director: Good, and you?
Me: We are good, thanks.
Cue: Awkward silence, then The Younger comes running down the hall to meet me.
The Director: He is so sweet.
Me: Thank you, he absolutely loves it here.

And that is so true. Not just that he is so sweet, because he is for at least 75% of the time. The other 25% he is incredibly cranky but usually due to fatigue or hunger. But he does absolutely love it there. I can’t remember how many times he would be completely defiant to go to Sunday School, Nursery at church, or Summer Camp. it was like prying gum off the bottom of your shoe He wouldn’t get ready, he would throw himself to the floor, he would repeatedly say, “I don’t wanna go to church.” He would be fine once he was there, but it was like prying gum off the bottom of your shoe to get him to get off me. I was really afraid to startover at a new place especially after all we’d gone through in the last couple of weeks. But after the first week, I didn’t have to hide from him in the mornings anymore. The AP would take him because he tends to part with her more easily than me. And if he sees me in the mornings it is gum at the front door instead of at the church.

But in the last 2 weeks he has been soooo happy. He talks about school all the time. I don’t necessarily know what he is saying but you can see the excitement in his eyes and hear the love in his voice. I can tell such a huge difference in his attitude.

Me: Are you excited about going to school tomorrow?
The Younger: Mommy, it’s NOT school. It’s preschool.
Me: Oh, I’m sorry. Are you excited about going to preschool tomorrow?
The Younger: Mmm-hmmm. I like my teacher.

He doesn’t even fret over going just 2 days a week even though The Elder goes everyday. And honestly he does some pretty cool stuff in his class. It’s just a Mother’s Day Out program but I have been so impressed with it. It is more organized, structured, and educational than any preschool that I have had experience with. And the way they organize drop off and pick up is kinda a cross between preschool and Kindergarten which I think is very smart. Like I said. Very impressed. And I love the Director. She is just right. She is just right.Not overbearing, but gets the job done. Not condescending or arrogant, and full of love and modesty. I look forward to getting to know her a little better. She needs to know I so much more perky when I’m not sick.

So I might have been sick today…but overall, it’s been a good day!

Me: So how was school today?
The Younger: Mommy, I have frrrriiieeeennnddsss.^**(music to my ears as that was the primary purpose!)
Me: Cool! How many?
The Younger: I don’t know.
The Elder: How many number of friends that they are?
The Younger: eighty-seven.

Btw, thanks for those of you who responded to this post. It is great to have support from those who have walked in the same shoes and also great to know that I’m not insane!

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The Elder: Mommy, can you write the word “fish”?
Me: You want me to spell it?
The Elder: Yes, can you spell “fish” for me, please?
Me: Let’s sound it out.
The Elder: But I can’t know how to do it!
Me: That’s why we sound it out. I’ll give you a hint. There are 4 letters. _{(I draw 4 dashes like we are playing Hangman.)} What goes here f-f-f-f-f-f-f
The Elder: I can’t know.
Me: Yes you do. f-f-f-f-f-f-f
The Elder: It’s an F.
Me: Good, What’s the next letter? f-i-i-i-i-i
The Elder: I
Me: Good, what is the last sound? f-i-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-sh
The Elder: That’s what I can’t know.
Me: Listen carefully. sh-sh-sh-sh.
The Elder: H! It’s an H!
Me: Very close. There is an H in it. _{(I was all prepared to say the word, “blend” to give him a hint)}
The Elder: I can’t know! _{(to the tune of “just tell me already so I can finish my game.” THEN, it was like a lightbulb went off)} An S!!
Me: That’s right! And that is how we sound out words!
The Elder: OK, let’s see if it works.

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Anyhoo, my philosophy is if I have a big bag, I’ll fill the big bag. Therefore, don’t get a cart. Well, The Younger insisted that we get a cart because he wanted to ride in the back of the cart. I obliged since he has gotten so big that he takes up most of the cart. Therefore, less volume to fill up with useless stuff from the Target Clearance Racks and the Hot Spot. And..and…and…I didn’t have to carry him nor did I have to worry about him running off.

Well we had just picked up new lunchboxes and thermoses for him and The Elder now that they are on clearance and moved on to the picked-over school supplies. Hmmm. That’s a good deal. What would I do with all those gluesticks? I guess the question would be what would The Kiddos do with all those gluesticks. Yikes. I’ll pass. Move along…

OOoooo…tab dividers….pretty colors….aahhhhhh…

While I’m all enthralled with the cheapness of the pretty tab dividers and contemplating exactly what I would actually divide with the tabs, The Younger is in the cart behind me trying to get my attention.

The Younger: Look mommy! It’s Madagascar!

Me: It is? _{(In my ‘I’m pretending to be interested to humor you, but am more interested in these tabby things to actually look at what you are referring to’ tone of voice)}
The Younger: Yes! Look!

I’m sure he was saying other things too before I finally decided that I could afford to get 2 sets of the pretty tab dividers without breaking the bank and I’ll figure out what to with them later. I’m sure I’ll find something to attempt to organize.

The Younger: See Mommy!
Me: Lemme see…where? _{(as I try to spot some kinda of Madagascar Paraphernalia in the vicinity)}
The Younger: Over here!

He was pointing to a box on the endcap…

Me: _{(a little in shock, but keeping my cool)} Good Reading.

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I thought I would die laughing when we finally figured it out. Someone please humor me!

Find Out what The Younger was Saying

Find Out what The Younger actually Meant

I wish I had audio of it. I think he is starting to pronounce it correctly now. Boy they grow up too fast.

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