The Twinkies

Me: Honey, don’t you think it’s time to wean?

F: No.

Me: But, sweetheart, your prom is next week.

F: I hate you! Nobody understands me! (runs to room and slams door)

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Happy Sad Mama

Yes, his eyes really are that color.

James and Fiona are going to donate all of their March blog college fund earnings to the Zoe and Lennox Simpson Memorial Fund. This fund will go to the Cook Children’s Hospital to fund neonatal research. You know what to do to make their donation larger.

I tried to do photos for the Easter card this morning. I was going to use peeps to get the kids to stay in one place. The candy trick worked quite well with the Valentine’s Day lollipops. Unfortunately, they didn’t like peeps.

This was a short week because Monday and Tuesday were school-free days thanks to President’s Day. School remains trauma free. J doesn’t like me to leave but I can’t even get from the door to the one-way-mirror, which is all of 2 steps away, before he is happily running around having forgotten I was there.

Today I saw F carry a place-mat to a table, then a tray with a banana, a knife, a bowl for the peel and a bowl for the banana. With guidance she peeled the banana and placed the peel in one bowl; she cut the banana into slices and put them into another bowl. Then she took the banana peel bowl and dumped it in the garbage. The Directress helped her fetch a plate from the cupboard and F then transferred the slices of banana she had prepared from the small serving bowl to her plate and ate them with a miniature fork. Later in the day she smeared paste in her hair. It was a lot of paste.

Wednesday was picture day. Apparently my kids, blase about cameras for some mysterious reason, were not impressed by the photographer’s desperate attempts to amuse them and wouldn’t smile; the poor photographer had to try again on Thursday, today, so all the photos of F will have her with paste-head.