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I feel like a broken record lately, constantly complaining about how much my kids are driving me crazy. If you’re tired of hearing it, scroll away because I’m not done yet 😂😩. I remember when I actually thought parenting was easy. Ha! Yes, I was even a parent then. Things seemed more black and white, and like an algebraic equation; if this happens, then this consequence follows. Easy. Now, everything feels so complicated. Our four year old won’t stop chewing on things (his things and other people’s things), and he broke a charger cord to a new pair of headphones I bought for him for our trip, within the first five minutes of having them. We were obviously upset about it, and when we discussed it with him, even telling him what the right thing to do is when you break something—apologize, try not to do it again—he just doubled down in his stubbornness, making absurd excuses for why he did it, when Philip and I both know it was an accident. His refusal to accept responsibility (in an age appropriate way), and continuing to assign blame elsewhere was maddening. I started to question how much he understood about the situation, given the incomplete formation of his prefrontal cortex. Sometimes, he understands more than one would expect, but then sometimes, he completely misses the implications of his actions and threatens to sic the avengers on us for “being mean to Quinn,”—his words 🙄.
I blame Philip for Quinn’s obnoxious habit of chewing on things when it’s age inappropriate for him to do so, because Philip has never outgrown it 🙄. I don’t think he models the behavior though, so I can only blame his genetics. However, I will confess that Quinn certainly gets the stubbornness from both of us. We had an incident at the farmers market two weeks ago, which lead to a breakdown (mine) and some hindsight reflection (also mine). I do a FB Live during every market to show what each vendor has. I started doing this when I took over managing the market in 2020, and it has proven to be a useful marketing tool. However, doing my job efficiently, especially this aspect of it, while also supervising my kids, is damn near impossible. Ash always wants me to carry him for it, and depending on how many vendors we have, it can take a bit and he’s not light. I bought an umbrella stroller to resolve this issue, which was working nicely for a few weeks. Quinn was pushing him along the sidewalk while I visited each vendor and showed what they had. The week of the shit show (well, the most recent one. You may recall this isn’t my first market mention 🙄🤦🏻♀️), Quinn didn’t want to come with me, or so he said, and was instead playing with his friend. That was, until I was about halfway through, and he decided to start following me to demand I put two quarters someone gave him in my pocket. It seems so silly now, with this damn perfect hindsight vision, and the answer to what I should have done is clear. I should have just taken the quarters and been done with it. If that would have, in fact, ended the nagging. I kind of doubt it would have, but now I’ll never know. Anyway, calm conclusions don’t factor in during chaotic conditions. I warned him before I started that I wouldn’t be able to talk to him while I was doing my Live. I told him when I was getting ready to start. There were no surprises, and yet, it still ended disastrously. He came chasing after me, trying to make me put his quarters in my pocket. He had his own pockets. He wouldn’t take no for an answer. There was no way in hell I was going to put those damn quarters in my pocket because four year olds don’t tell me what to do. Ha! It was ridiculous. I felt crazy, trying to keep my cool while finishing my job, but wanting to threaten my child at the same time. There’s only so much fear you can instill while mouthing silently. Quinn’s behavior coupled with a rude encounter with a new vendor who didn’t know FB Live was a regular part of our advertising strategy and wasn’t happy about it, sent me over the edge. I cried at the market and again when I got home. Thankfully, Philip was able to rearrange his work schedule so that he can leave early on Thursdays and keep the boys, and I won’t have to take them with me anymore. The vendor and I settled up before the end of the market and we’re all good now. I learned that sometimes…sometimes…it’s better to just give in. I’m still a firm believer that most of the time, it’s better to fight the battle now, so that there won’t be a battle later. The more consistent you are, the less battles to be fought. This has been true for many things in the past four years. Putting quarters in my pocket at the market during my FB Live was one I should’ve let go for my own sanity.
It wasn’t about the quarters though, of course. It was about the way he was speaking to me. It was the demanding and screaming. Like me, Quinn also had a meltdown over the situation. And then, as I was finishing up my video, as if mimicking mine and Quinn’s emotions, the clouds could no longer contain themselves either and poured a powerful rain over the park. All of our stuff got soaked. It was a hell of a market, that’s for sure.
I’m undecided on whether my double dose of meds is working, or I’ve just accepted that this is how my life is for the time being—drama filled, overwhelming, frustrating—but I feel slightly less exhausted by it all. Maybe that’s just in this moment—the one where both kids are asleep and I’m sitting in silence with my thoughts. That’s likely the answer because Quinn’s behavior hasn’t changed much over the last few weeks. He’s still being too rough with Ash, arguing any chance he gets, and whining about every damn thing imaginable. You know what would be fantastic? If my 4 year old could have a problem and it not be regarded as a catastrophe. If he could just ask for help buttoning his pants without whining about it as though an appendage has been removed. I tell him I can’t understand him (I usually really can’t) and he needs to use his big boy voice. I also don’t allow him to make demands or use a rude tone, if he expects something from me. If I had to choose a noise that I could never hear again, it would be the “Ahhh,” sound Quinn makes when he doesn’t want to do something.
We’ve had several instances recently that led to a realization. Quinn has always been a bit hesitant in social situations, but we tend to frequent the same places weekly—the library for Story Time, the market, Playgroup—and he has become comfortable, especially with familiar people. However, the last Story Hour of the summer brought many new faces out, and he was uncooperative and squealy. Miss Tella had a very nice setup outside for the kids to play games at different stations, but Quinn wouldn’t participate in any. Asher just wanted to run away from me, which made me frustrated and irritable. I told Quinn we would just leave since he didn’t want to play the games, but he insisted on staying. I strapped Ash in the stroller I had in my car, and that was okay for a little bit. We still ended up leaving against Quinn’s will because Ash got antsy, and then Quinn got whiny, and it was overall a big fail. That was the same week as the Market Meltdown™️. This past weekend, we attempted a trip to the Tyler County Fair, at Quinn’s request, but it ended even more disappointingly than the library because we wasted money paying to get in. As soon as we arrived, Quinn threw a fit because the gatekeeper needed to stamp his hand. That should’ve been enough of a foreshadow for how things would go. He enjoyed seeing the animals in the barn, but when we walked around and showed him the different rides (something he enjoyed doing at Town & Country Days last year), he had a meltdown. I was bent down talking to him in the stroller, asking if he wanted to ride something, telling him I would ride with him, and he thrashed about and almost kicked me in the face. That was the deciding factor that we would leave.
He was excited about petting the bunny.
These instances, along with a new bedtime routine that includes him asking me the same sequence of questions every night, have me convinced that he’s struggling with anxiety. As soon as he comes to bed (and sometimes even before that), he asks me:
- If when I leave to do my stuff (he knows I get out of bed once he falls asleep), if I’ll watch Ash on the iPad.
- If I never have to go downstairs for a minute.
- If Ash wakes up, I’ll come get him
- The floor could never open up and he fall into a big hole or something come out and get him. Obviously this question stems from something he has seen on TV.
I’m not sure how to help him with this. I tell him when he’s being extra whiny that he needs to take a deep breath, but I think he sees that as more of a punishment—like something I’m making him do against his will—rather than using it as a calm down technique. I guess I should probably have a conversation about that with him when we’re both calm and explain it better. I’m nervous about our vacation because being out of our routine and thrown into a whole new territory could be disastrous. I’m hoping for the best, but I’m not expecting it.
It’s been helpful to me to realize that he’s having this issue though, and that his behavior isn’t just a straight reflection of my parenting. Seriously, I started to question what I was doing wrong to create or enable such undesirable behavior. I mean, some of it is absolutely just typical four year old annoyances, but the public behavior engages my own anxiety. Not even because I care what other people think, it’s just exhausting knowing that going places or doing things that are supposed to be fun, will result in a battle. I don’t expect him to just cooperate with everything all of the time, but it would be nice if it happened at least sometimes 🤷🏻♀️. I need to find a way to help him through his issues, rather than threatening him that we will leave if he doesn’t comply. I mean, it’s true, we will, but I just wish things could be easier. For everyone. *Sigh* 😔
This was how he sat watching the kids play the games during Story Time 😔.
I have found a solution to one problem, which is Quinn screaming at Ash for taking his toys (whether he actually does or Quinn just thinks he’s going to 🙄) when Quinn wants to play in their room. That’s one of the few positives I’ve noted about this four year old phase, Quinn likes to play by himself much more often than he used to. There are periods every day now where he plays pretend with his toy sets, trucks, play doh, etc. Anyway, I got tired of the yelling, so I brought in Ash’s play yard fence to put around Quinn. He likes having it and even asks me to put it up when he wants to play alone. For the most part, it works great as a Quinn Quieter™️, but Ash has found a work around to annoy Quinn—he throws toys over the fence 🤦🏻♀️. He doesn’t do it all of the time, but I suspect he will do it more often soon enough 😑. For now, I’m enjoying the peace the fence brings.
👀 Ash in the background making himself a fence 😂.
Not only has Quinn matured enough to require less supervision and spends more time playing by himself, he also outgrew his beloved boots. His cousin/friend, Lawson, passed them down to him and he wore them all of the time. He told me they were feeling like they had something in the toe of them. I took that to mean they were getting too small, so I ordered him a new pair. The old ones sure were well loved though 🥰.
I forgot how much disorder one year olds are capable of creating in a very short amount of time. Ash is a master mess maker. Well, actually, they both just leave their shit on the floor wherever they are at any given moment, which drives me crazy. I remember complaining about finding random objects throughout the house when Quinn was Ash’s age, like a spatula in the bathroom, dish towels in his bedroom, etc. Ash is the worst about stealing everyone’s shoes and relocating them, never two of a pair in the same spot. No, he’ll take one of mine and one of Quinn’s together. I was frustrated with Quinn one day because he didn’t know where his shoes were, until I realized he probably wasn’t the one to lose them. Not that he doesn’t take them off in random places sometimes, but when they’re not together, Ash is almost always to blame. His worst offense in misplacement happened with his toothbrush. He loves brushing his teeth and asks for it anytime he goes into the bathroom. I’d prefer he didn’t leave the bathroom with, of course, but shit happens. It went missing for 2 days and I was convinced he had thrown it in the trash. I checked everywhere I could think to and came up empty. We have spares, luckily, but the missing one was the new electronic Burst one I had just gotten for him the week before. On the third day, I was cleaning the living room when I spotted it on the bookcase 🤦🏻♀️.
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I was busy sorting and filing paperwork and craft supplies one day and didn’t notice Ash throwing files out of that box so that he could get in it🤦🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️.
Ash recently learned the word and concept of “mine.” No hat or sunglasses are safe resting on anyone’s face with him around. He’ll snatch them and proclaim, “Mine!,” as he runs away laughing. He’s lucky he’s cute 🤪.
He answers “no” to any question that offers the option. When he’s eating something, he’ll even say, “Good,” but when you ask him if it’s good, he’ll smile real big and shake his head no. He occasionally verbalizes it, too.
Ash never misses an opportunity to identify the honking of a train, or his and other people’s body parts. I can’t tell you how many times he has randomly touched Quinn’s head and said, “Hair,” followed by a poke to either his ear or an eye 😂. Quinn usually finds it funny, unless he’s in a mood. Unfortunately, Sophie is sometimes a victim of his poking, now that he’s learned where her eyes are as well 🤦🏻♀️. He also likes to touch and name her toes. She’s not a fan of his recognitions.
Really, he talks all of the time now. I can’t imagine who he picked that up from 😑. Philip and I try our hardest to understand what he says, while Quinn either catches it all, or concludes whatever he wants. Quinn will ask permission for something, like if he can go outside, and I’ll say yes. Ash will chime in, too, with a no, because that’s what he does, and Quinn gets so mad 😂. He’ll yell at him and tell him he’s not the boss 🤦🏻♀️. If I’m not present during these interactions (and sometimes even when I am 🙄), Quinn will tattle on Ash for saying no to him. He’ll be like, “Mom, tell Ash he’s not the boss of me! He said I can’t go outside!” 🤦🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️. It would be more amusing if it wasn’t so ridiculous.
Speaking of ridiculous, I need to start making a list of all the absurd things I find myself saying that I never would have imagined before having kids. Last week I said, “Quinn don’t bite my toe nail, for real, or you’re gonna go in time out. And that’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever said.” This is the second time I’ve mentioned him wanting to bite my toenail, in case you thought I might’ve forgotten I wrote about it last time 😑.
The kid has a weird obsession with my toes 🤦🏻♀️.
Both boys were being cranky the other night as we left for our evening walk and hands were flying from both directions in the stroller. I said, “Both of you, stop it now! I will turn this stroller around and we will all go home and go to bed!” What a Mom thing to say, right? Quinn was aghast when he asked, “Even Dad?!” I assured him that I wouldn’t make Dad go to bed since he wasn’t hitting anyone 😂.
When they’re not hitting each other, they can be kinda cute 🥰.
Quinn and Ash were laying on the couch together, clearly wrestling when I walked out of the bathroom one day. Quinn had already been warned many, many times about being too rough with Ash. I said his name and he asked, “What?,” all innocently. I asked what he was doing and he said, “We’re just hugging!” 🙄🤦🏻♀️. He’s going to have to get better at lying if he wants me to believe him.
I think it’s so very important to teach children, especially boys, from a young age about the concept of consent. I suspect one generation of men missed out on that lesson, and women constantly pay the price for it. We’ve had many (age appropriate) talks about consent and not touching other people’s body, stopping when told, you’re in charge of your own body, etc., and he tried to pull that card with me about bath time. He hadn’t been properly cleaned in about three days, outside of a nightly once over, when I told him he was going to take a bath that day. He attempted to veto my ruling by claiming, “No, you can’t tell me to take a bath, it’s my body and I’m in charge of my body!” I disagreed. I said, “You’re right, normally you make the rules about your body, but when your body stinks, I overrule you. You’re taking a bath.”
Our favorite baths are on the deck, but I can’t take my eyes off of Ash for a second or he will throw his clothes in the water 🤦🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️. He prefers to run around naked.
He is in charge of his body, and I don’t believe in forcing him to do many things he doesn’t consent to. It’s unfortunate that I can’t force him to sleep, or that one would be non negotiable as well during nap time. Some days he’s so damn grumpy, I wish he would sleep and reset his mood. Eating is another I can’t force, and some days I wonder if he’s given it up all together, opting instead to be fueled by anger and sass. There are only about three foods that he has eaten consistently lately—sandwich pepperoni (which he calls massive pepperoni 😂), buns (soft ones, not hard ones), and Graham crackers. Actually, our whole family has an addiction to Graham crackers. It is a top factor in the list of reasons we have a Sam’s Club membership 🤣. The good ones are stupidly expensive at Walmart. But when you buy them in bulk, they cost less than the shitty ones that taste like cardboard. We eat entirely too many of them 🤪.
He always claims he isn’t tired when I put Ash down for a nap, but then sometimes I come back out to find him like this 😂.
You know we love spending time outside, but recent events have made it less enjoyable 😔. There are a couple of Boomers in our neighborhood who, apparently, decided they hate shade and had their beautiful trees mutilated. It has made the whole neighborhood much brighter and less pretty, to say it nicely. It took 3 days of noise pollution to disfigure 4 trees, and completely remove another. It’s been almost 3 weeks and I’m still mad about it. They must be banking on climate change being fake, fearlessly amputating those sources of oxygen and sun cover.
However, it provided an hour of entertainment for Quinn 😂. He just stayed right there, watching them.
Another less pleasant attribute of our yard is the stupid yellow jacket nest that is burrowed into the ground. I got stung 13 days ago while mowing and I itched for like 9 of them. One got me on the ankle when I pushed the mower over the nest, unknowingly. Either I had never been stung by one before (lots of stings as a kid, maybe never this kind), or it just sucks more as an adult. I tried every home method I could think of and that google could recommend to stop the itching before I decided to buy something for it. Had it not worked, my next step was amputation. I seriously couldn’t sleep due to the itching the first night. It was brutal.
Speaking of bugs, if you’re a loyal reader, you may recall a picture I posted last fall of a praying mantis sac that I found in my garden. I’m not sure what happened, but to my knowledge, none ever emerged from it. Their usual arrival time is May, so I think it’s safe to say they won’t at this point. I know they’re good for the garden, but after my experience with one at the market, I’m not sad they won’t be making an appearance. As I was walking by one of the vendor stands, I noticed a decent sized one in the grass. Not knowing about their biting habits and inclination for jumping, I stupidly put my hand on the ground with my arm extended so that it could climb on 🤦🏻♀️. Climb on, it did, and then up my arm it hopped, scaring the shit out of me and making me scream. Thank goodness for Sarah, who rushed to my defense and carefully removed the assailant from my arm. I caused quite a scene. I’m also thankful it wasn’t the same week as the Market Meltdown™️, or I may have ended up spending our vacation in a mental health facility, rather than at the beach.
In case you’re wondering about my mental status, I know I mentioned my double dose of depression meds already, but I do think it is working to take the edge off. There are still days (like today!) where my sanity is tested, but I credit the meds with me (mostly) keeping my shit together, despite putting Quinn in time out at least 6 times, maybe more. I feel no shame in admitting my struggle. I will always be an advocate for mental health. There is no shame in needing help, just as there is no strength in suffering in silence. My kids deserve to have the best version of me. It’s not fair to them for me to refuse help. They deserve a mother who is patient, compassionate, and loving, instead of one who is constantly frustrated, irritable, and angry, and I deserve to not feel miserable. Now, if I could just wean Ash and get both of them out of our bed, life would be grand.
Maybe I should just let them sleep on the couch. There’s obviously something sleep inducing about it 🤷🏻♀️.
Life is pretty good, actually, despite all of the drama. Philip and I celebrated 15 years of marriage and 21 years together at the end of July. Mimi Marsha kept the boys for us so we could go out to eat and watch a movie. It was a much needed break. Motherhood is the most rewarding job ever, but it’s also the hardest. Anytime Philip and I do something without the kids, I always expect it to feel, I don’t know, abnormal, I guess, but it doesn’t. We spent 17 years just the two of us, so I guess it will take a while to catch up.
I made us pineapple coconut ooey gooey butter cake for our anniversary. It isn’t pretty but it was delicious 🤤.
We’ve spent tons of time outside and playing with friends over the last several weeks:
I forgot to post our 1000 hours outside log last time, but I’m still tracking! We’re up to 449. It’s unlikely we’re going to hit our goal this year but that’s okay!
Ash tried super hard to climb over the bar, his efforts accompanied by groans. He finally decided going under was the way.
The next time we were there, Quinn practiced jumping off of the footstool and grasping onto the pull up bar 🤦🏻♀️. He called himself, Ninja Quinn, and gave himself a pep talk each jump, saying either, “You’ve got this, Quinn,” or “You can do this!” 😂😂
We can’t go for a walk now without Ash yelling, “Pay! Pay!” (Play, play)
There’s nothing he won’t try to climb on.
Ash learned how to ride his bike….but he mostly prefers to carry it 🤦🏻♀️.
Philip made Quinn a rope swing for the tree in our backyard. He also made him a ladder, but it’s too hard for him to climb right now.
I kept the boys busy for a bit by setting up a target practice game using balloons filled with water (NOT water balloons, so they were not easy to bust) hanging on our soccer net. When Quinn wanted to make them into piñatas, I moved them so the soccer net didn’t get broken.
I ran a string of paracord across our patio and hung the balloons from it. Quinn still wasn’t able to pop them with the bat, so he went inside and got his scissors 😂. I only let him pop one with them and then told him that was too easy, he needed to find another way. He got a pump from a shampoo bottle that we had been using in the water table and used the straw tip to pop the rest. One of them started spinning once it had a hole and Ash was less than pleased when it spun around and got on him 😂.
Once the balloons were empty, I rigged up a wiffle ball for Quinn to practice hitting on the line.
Ash can always be occupied if it involves water. He goes through an average of 3 outfits per day because he’s always dumping water on himself 😑.
I found a cool water mill toy at Target to add to our water table. Look at that smile 😊.
It doesn’t even have to be fun water play. He even enjoys cleaning if there’s water 😉.
There was a beautiful rainbow after a hard rain one evening. We couldn’t resist going out and splashing in the puddles with our neighbor friends ❤️.
Sometimes we make our own water puddle in the street. Who needs a pool when you have cracked, uneven pavement in front of your house? 😂
It is a very popular hangout spot these days 🤦🏻♀️. I told them they’re like birds in a bird bath
We invited their friend, Micah, over for a water balloon fight one evening, but Quinn ended up skipping out before they were done so Micah just soaked his dad instead 😅.
We had another day with water play when we went to Micah’s house, along with some of our other friends. 7 boys + water guns = fun & chaos
Ash and Carlowe took turns pushing each other in Carlowe’s car. I love how chill Carlowe looks with his arm on the side of the car door 😆.
From playing with those boys, Quinn is incapable of playing with any other boy without wanting to be rough 🙄. He had a great time at Playgroup trying to beat the crap out of his friend, David. Thank goodness he was a good sport about it 🤦🏻♀️.
Ash had a good time, too. He never misses an opportunity to wear a cool hat 😆.
We got to do and see science experiments at Story Time at the library. The kids got to make slime, and Dr. Paul Jackson made elephant toothpaste.
The girls’ mom sent me this pic that she found on Scarlett’s phone. I saw them taking selfies in our yard one night. Ash was trying hard to be in the picture, too, but there wasn’t enough room 😅. It turned out so cute ❤️.
I love when they all get along and amuse each other 😄. Quinn got a late bday gift from our neighbor friend, Lill, that he loved. Scarlet drove the car around because Quinn isn’t very good at controlling it, and Quinn and Savannah chased it. Perfect activity for wearing out energetic children 😜.
We can thank Scarlett for encouraging Quinn to FINALLY ride on his tractor that Nanna got him for his 2nd birthday 🤦🏻♀️. He’s been scared of it all this time. I guess after she drove him around on the back, he decided he didn’t want to be a passenger anymore and took the wheel.
He got so comfortable with it that he started being a hot rod and standing up to drive it 😂.
He’s been asking for a Jeep or 4 wheeler for the past year, but we told him we wouldn’t get him another vehicle until he started driving his tractor. He played with it nonstop for 2 days after riding with Scarlett, so I told him we could use the rest of his birthday money to get another one. He chose a black Jeep, to match his dad’s.
Ash helped Philip put it together 🥰.
Quinn said he wanted one big enough that he could drive Ash around with him. Ash got in, but he freaked out when it started moving. That surprised me because he liked riding on the tractor when we control it with a remote control. Quinn was mad Ash didn’t want to ride with him. He kept saying, “But I want to drive him around!!” 🤣
Ash didn’t mind driving Quinn around in his car, though 😉.
Even though Ash didn’t wanna ride with him, Quinn is a typical male, and wanted to show off his engine 😂.
He told me he wanted to make his Jeep into a police vehicle, so I made him some decals on my Cricut. He had to do his best Vanna White to show them to me, even though I’m the one who put them on 😆. He doesn’t know how good he has it. Back in my day your mom couldn’t just make you whatever you wanted 😜.
He kept saying he wanted to take his Jeep to the store to buy groceries, so I put some play food on the front porch and sent him from the back patio with my order. He did well remembering what items to get each time.
That Jeep came in a really cool box 😃.
His tractor isn’t the only fear he overcame. He used to be afraid of climbing this ladder at the park. I guess turning four gives you courage 🤷🏻♀️.
He also mastered the fire pole 😳.
We rode the boys down to “the market park,” as Quinn calls it, in the bike trailer. Ash has one pair of shoes that fit correctly, but they’re not the best for wood chips. Ash had to look like a dork with socks and sandals 😜. Although, he might be on trend with how the children dress these days. He kept stealing Philip’s sunglasses and saying, “Mine!”
The boys and I visited a park we hadn’t been to, the one at Grand Vue. It is really nice! We stopped there on our way up to Sam’s Club. 
Ash loves to swing!
I liked the Mommy and Me swing. Ash had to show off his belly while I was taking a pic of it 😂.
He saw the piano and tried to make music….
Quinn saw the xylophone and pretended it was a jail 😂😂😂.
When we played at the Blue Park, as Quinn calls it, he slid down the pole, but then fell off at the very bottom. Ash showed him some solidarity and went and laid on the ground with him 😂😂.
We checked out a new hiking spot, Piatt Park in Woodsfield. It was beautiful! There were some steep parts that made hiking with a baby strapped to me tough, but we made it! 💪🏻
We found another use for those bunch-o-balloon pieces—blow painting! Just make sure they don’t accidentally inhale instead of exhaling 😂.
Quinn practiced finding and matching the numbers of my phone number in kinetic sand.
Ash liked pulling the shape buttons off of the sticky contact paper I taped to the back of the cookie sheet, and talking about their names and colors.
Ash liked scooping and pouring rainbow rice, and looking for the Blippi buried in it.
They both liked playing with the contraption Philip made from recycling materials a while back. I came across it while sorting some toys in their room and put it to use with small bears.
Ash likes putting lids on and off of containers so I’ve been collecting empty spice containers as we use them.
Asher Cole, werewolf hunter. He’s going to have the best imagination ever, learning from Quinn 😆.
Quinn saw this nerf gun on clearance at Target and had to have it. It’s almost bigger than him, but he can shoot it!
The boys both like Danimal yogurt drinks, but Ash gets mad when I won’t let him hold it. He either spills it or takes the straw out, dripping it all over the place. I put his inside of a mason jar topped with a Parmesan cheese lid. He hasn’t made a mess with this combination yet 🤞🏻. Even if he takes the straw out, there’s room between the top of the yogurt container and the lid, so it drips before he gets it out.
The poor thing is starved for attention. If you don’t pet her when she demands it, she pouts 🙄.
She succumbed to the sleepy spell of the couch, too. I think it might really be the way to getting our bed back 💡.
Sophie likes to pretend she’s in jail, too 🤪.
She sure has a pretty smile 🦷
She’s becoming more tolerant of Ash’s loves, as long as he doesn’t poke her eye 🤦🏻♀️.
We got to pet another dog, Samson, at the market 🐶.
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