I don't know which is worse to be the biter or the bitten. When Braden was even younger than Mason, he was being targeted by the lone biter in his daycare room. At the time we would get an incident report that "another child" bit Braden. . . again. Blake and I were very sympathetic, knowing how hard that age is for discipline not to mention comprehension. But as time went on our frustrations grew. We contemplated which ornery boy in that class kept biting our precious son. Then I got an email at work from the mother of this angelic little girl, Madeline, who had a cherubs face and adorable ringlet curls, apologizing for her daughter biting Braden. We couldn't believe it! Of course she didn't realize we had NO IDEA it was Madeline.
Now it's Mason's turn. There are some adorable little girls in his class, but we were informed yesterday that it was a "he" playing with Mason and he just reached over and bit him. Poor Mason. My biggest hope is that like his big brother, Mason also refrains from "becoming" a biter.
Car pool is over, and now we walk home from school everyday. Recycling Mason: Here's a booger, Momma, put it in recycling.
Frozen Custard Please Last night Braden and I attended the Playground Party hosted by The Center. On our way I promised Braden we could get some "concrete" from Freddy's (local ice cream/burger joint) which is frozen custard. Even though it was 30 minutes past his bedtime when we left the party, he had not forgotten: Braden: Mom, can I have a brick? I mean a sidewalk? Mom:What? Braden: You know, you said after the party..... Mom:(cracking up) Oh, you mean concrete? From Freddy's?
Salad in the Water Last night for dinner I fixed a refreshing pitcher of ice water with mint and lemon balm from our garden. Mason pointed to it from his high chair and declared: Mason: Salad in the water! Dollar Vacation During Braden's Birthday Lunch on the porch I asked River if she was getting excited about their family trip to Branson. River:Oh Yeah! We even get to go to Silver Dollar City! Braden: Oh Yeah, my Mom takes me to Dollar Tree! Obviously Braden has no idea what SDC is or that the Dollar Tree doesn't quite compare, but as long as it's a big deal to him. . . .we will keep going!
The Substitooth When I picked Braden up on Friday, his teacher wasn't there, but he had a substitute. This happened one other time, when Ms. Vacca had a toothache. I asked Braden who is substitute was, and he said "Nothing" Me:Was Ms. Vacca here, today? Braden: No, we had 3 different teachers. Me: Who was that man? Was he your substitute? Braden: No, Ms. Vacca was sick today, so he helped us do our work. Me: I know, Braden, that is called a substitute teacher. Braden: I thought it was a substitooth, like Ms. Vacca had before.
Hello to all! We are going to attempt to provide you with an endless source of pictures, video and stories to ooh and aaah at until your heart is content. As Braden reminds Blake every morning as he leaves for work "don't be boring" we will try not to be boring! We thought life was interesting with Braden, now that we've added Mason to the mix we've learned new levels of parenthood!