So innocent looking...

Boys on Jack's school picture day...

Maybe we'll all live, after all

We had a rough weekend here, Jack-wise, with a lot of misbehaving. Refusal to listen, whining, acting up in church, crying, doing the exact opposite of what he is told to do, fighting with his brother, we've got it all. We also had a lot of threats, time-out, taking away his books, taking away his Leapster globe, taking away his music, punishing him from time with friends, taking away t.v., sending him to his room, and maybe even a few spankings (though I can't remember any, but that isn't telling us much).

Today, however, a friend was over and we were all having a hard time getting along and sharing with Sam, who is one and does tend to bother. Still, part of life here is dealing with him and letting him in on the fun, even if you don't want to. After a few rounds of this, I am walking to the bedroom to intervene yet again and I hear Jack say, "Remember what my mom said, we have to be nice to Sam and share even if he isn't acting nice to us."

Hallelujah. It is amazing how much one sentence like that can renew my faith that it is not a lost cause, after all.

FU

Imagine you are just sitting casually at the computer reading whatever and your child walks up to you and drops this in your lap:

I mean, dang, what would you think??

**(Okay, okay, fine. Of course I asked him "Umm, Jack, What is this?" and he said "Sorry mom, I just messed it up, I couldn't write the word 'From' right")

Night-night overcooked

Tired. Late. Home from meeting.

Kid. Tired. Up too late. Uncooperative.

Argument. Not gonna go his way. No books.

Fit Ensues. Screaming in bed.

Ten minutes elapses.

"Jack, why are you crying now?"

"I want a BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOK. I want Hands, Hands, Finger, Thumb. It'll have it, it is FIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE!!!!!!!!!"

"Jack, you are punished from the book buddy. You didn't listen to mommy. You aren't gonna get a book tonight. Period."

I climb into the bed and pull him over. "Stop crying. Calm down, I'll lay here and rub your back."

Quiets.

"Mommy, if you don't read me a book, I WILL NOT kiss you goodnight."

"O.k., whatever you have to do."

More quiet. Eyes closed. Thumb sucking. Total calm. So close to thinking he might be asleep. Slow little face rises up and gets next to mine. Makes loud "Mwwwwa" sound. This is a Jack kiss.

I smile and rub his back. He couldn't take it, the guilt, I guess, of not kissing me good night. Somewhere deep down inside, he has a sweet heart, and a conscience, after all.

A day at the 'doctor'

Ever listen to kids play? It is pretty worth it.

Playing Doctor

Friend: "My back is a little broken"

Jack: "Ok, it is going to be ok"

Friend: fake hyperventilating

Jack: "Just calm down, I am going to listen to your heart.... ok your heart seems fine... the problem is that it has a lot of throw up on it."

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Friend: "Let's take your temperature.......oh my....... you have such a huge huge huge fever! The biggest fever!"

Jack: "Oh well, that means I am going to catch on fire..."

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Jack: "Oh doctor, please help me. I have a broken ear."

Friend: "Sorry, just deal with it, I am not up for working now."

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Jack: "I am pretty tired of being the nurse now, I am ready to be the builder"

Good boys

I didn't feel well at all yesterday afternoon and knew I was going to be sick. Keith came home an hour early from work and took care of the boys all afternoon and evening and put them to bed. Plus, he did it all in a good mood. Then after he put the boys to bed he apologized to me for goofing around on the internet for an hour before he did the dishes?!?!

At one point I asked Jack to please ask daddy to bring me some ice water. He said "Don't worry, I can do it mommy." He drug the chair out and got a cup and filled it for me and brought it in. After he dropped it off and was leaving he said, "You know, you are the best mommy for me."

I think I might get sick more often :-)

Spell

Driving to Target, here is the volley of spelling game questions between me and Jack:

A: "How do you spell 'Red'?"

J: R-E-D

J: "How do you spell 'Chopsticks'?"

A: C-H-O-P-S-T-I-C-K-S

A: "How do you spell 'Nana'?"

J: N-A-N-A

J: "How do you spell 'Tactic?'"

A: T-A-C-T-I-C

A: "How do you spell 'Dog'?"

J: D-O-G

J: "How do you spell 'Northern Mariana Islands'?"

Seriously, are you freaking kidding me? How does he come up with this stuff?