There was a moment this week when I had a number of things vying for my attention. A poopy diaper, a poopy bathtub, and a screaming boy running around the house cutting his shoelaces with a pair of children’s scissors. The shoelaces on his bran new tennis that I have given to him all of 10 min. earlier. It was…overly exciting.
Sweet Boy#2 and Sweet Boy#3–Spend an enormous amount of effort trying to convince me to let them jump down the stairs using their spiderman capes from Grandma Judy as parachutes. They even staged demonstrations designed to reassure me, wherein they leaped off of the coffee table and shouted things like “See, it slowed me down,” before crashing into heaps on the floor.
Sweet Boy#3–Broke our hanging fruit basket and every single apple in the new bag I just bought is now bruised from the fall.
Sweet Boy#2–Broke the window on our landing trying to put his boots away.
I pick up Sweet Boy#1’s puddle boots and they fall to pieces in my hands. Well loved footwear indeed.
Sweet Boy#2–Dumps dog water onto Sweet Boy#1’s lego creation.
Sweet Boy#1–Dunks Sweet Boy#2’s head into the entire dog water bowl.
But the winners this week…
Sweet Boy#1–Lost his very first tooth. He is halfway through second grade and thought it would never happen.
Sweet Boy#2–Did his first AR test at school and got 100%. He is always waiting for his older brother in the library while he does AR tests on books that he has read. Well this week I picked a simple AR book and had the librarian enter Sweet Boy#2 into the system. He read the book and read the test like a pro.
Sweet Boy#3–Started reading! The Hunky Hubby bought him a WALL-E book that was a beginning reader and we were shocked to hear him reading at least half of the words to himself in bed. Then the next day in school I encorporated some beginning readers into our ABC work and lo and behold he read Fat Cat and Hot Dog!!! I now have 3 readers in my family, ages 4, 6, and 8. Pause to wipe a tear.