Ashy fell and hit his eye on our bed frame 😭. It turned a dark shade of purple and had a big bump. It’s looking much better now, after a couple of days.
There needs to be a public awareness campaign created to educate the child-free about just how damn hard parenting is. It is phase after phase of annoying behaviors that get worse and worse, and then everybody cries when Mom loses her shit. But then it’s right back to business shortly after 🤦🏻♀️. I’m going to preface this bitch session with the disclaimer that I love my children dearly. However, they’re literally making my hair go gray and my brain turn to mush, one day at a time.
I remember when there was an adequate amount of time between the hard stages, where things would be calm for a while and I could enjoy watching Quinn grow. Now it feels like he’s on to the next annoying step right away, rarely giving me time to catch up after hitting my emotional rock bottom. His newest occupation involves arguing with every damn thing Philip and I (especially I) say. It is usually over the dumbest stuff too, like him claiming I said something I didn’t (as in either he misheard me, or he just wanted me to say whatever it is he’s saying). He went out to my car the other day when we were leaving, and got in by himself and closed the door. He used to leave his door open so that I could help with his seat belt, but don’t you know 4 year olds can do everything by themselves? 🙄. Anyway, I was concerned for his safety, so I told him that he is never to get inside of a vehicle unless I know that’s where he is going, like when we’re about to leave the house. I told him that could be dangerous because he could get stuck inside, since the back doors have child safety locks on them and he can’t open them from the inside. He argued that he would figure it out. I countered that there isn’t anything to figure out, they just won’t open, and he is never to do that. He then went into a speech about how he would just get a chainsaw and cut the door off, a solution obviously rooted in reality 🙄🙄. Discussions that like are frustrating, because I can tell I’m not getting through to him in that moment. What’s worse, though, is what happened a few days ago, which made me finally snap. He was sitting on a ride on train toy that belongs to Ash. The two parts are attached by a plastic piece that won’t withstand much roughhousing. Quinn was sitting on the seat and then lifting the engine piece that has the handles, and turning it side to side. I told him to stop and that he needed to get off because he was going to break it. He told me no, he wasn’t going to break it. While this sounds like a mild disagreement, after days on end of this same type of interaction over and over again, I lost my cool. I yelled at him, “STOP ARGUING WITH ME! I SAID TO GET OFF!” He then told me, “I don’t have to.” 🤯🤯🤯. When I tell you I almost smacked him in the mouth, I’m not kidding. That was the driving force that got me up off the floor and over to him. I had my hand right in front of his face when I miraculously withdrew it, and instead, snatched him up with both hands and carried him to time out. They (the “professionals,” who I question whether or not have actually had children) say time out should be one minute per age. It started out that way, but now he stays there until I can tolerate him again. I have to calm myself (and take some Buspar) before I can talk it out with him. When I did, I told him there was no tolerance left for the arguing. It exhausts me and I can’t do it anymore. Any arguing whatsoever will be met with time out. He said he understood. There were a few times throughout the day where he started to go there and I gave him a warning, asking, “You’re not arguing with me, are you?,” and he said, “No.” It has definitely lessened in the last few days.
Don’t think he’s never allowed to question me or disagree, because he is. When he has some sense 😂. I do not and will not argue just for the sake of it. I can’t. I know I keep saying this, but it truly, truly exhausts me. It completely drains me.
That’s something, I guess 🫤.
There are so many times when I’ve questioned different parenting techniques and strategies. I like the appeal of gentle parenting, which at the core means treating your child like an actual human and not just running a “because I said so” dictatorship. It centers around breaking the archaic parenting ideals that say children should be seen and not heard, by allowing them to have an opinion, bad days, and feelings. Yes, even the boys. However, there’s gotta be a middle ground somewhere. I’m in a few gentle parenting FB groups and I feel like the majority of people in them confuse gentle parenting with permissive parenting. They’ll be like, “my 9 year old just intentionally threw a toy at the tv and broke it, what is the natural consequence?” And the comments will be like, “the consequence is the tv is broken and he can’t watch it now.”Noooooooooope. Don’t think so. Time out is frowned upon in that community but I find it to be preferable to spanking. It is also preferable to doing nothing at all and ending up with a 9 year old who breaks expensive shit on purpose🤷🏻♀️.
I feel like I’ve been so hard on Quinn lately, not letting anything go, correcting him constantly. While I probably could ignore some of the arguing, I just feel like putting in the work now is what will lead to a better future. If we don’t rectify these behaviors now and lay these good foundations, we’ll be in a worse spot later. He actually said to me today, “Mom, I think I learned my lesson. When I’m mean, I go in time out.” That’s way too easy, so I have no faith that he meant it 😂. It cracks me up when he says things so wise beyond his years though.
Quinn’s second favorite pastime is sassing. The sassing kinda goes along with arguing, so sometimes that gets him seated in the time out chair. He loves to tell me that I’m not the only boss of him, Dad is too. That’s an easy counter, because I know Dad is going to agree with me. However, he doesn’t need to even try to play us against each other. For no reason at all he will sometimes start in about how if we don’t do XYZ, he’ll never talk to us again, a promise he never keeps longer than a few seconds 😆.
Taking an extremely close third place is whining. While he doesn’t get put in time out for it, he also doesn’t get what he wants with it. I’ll ask him to repeat himself in a big boy voice, or say, “Try again,” when he asks for something in a particularly unkind way. Quinn’s whining pales in comparison to Ash’s right now, but it’s hard to remain empathetic when he truly has an issue, because I’m just so overexposed to it. I felt like an asshole one day last week when I heard Quinn fuss and I said, “What’s wrong this time?!,” with an eye roll, but he was actually hurt from falling in the driveway 😞. I wonder if The Boy Who Cried Wolf is age appropriate for him yet…
It feels like it’s been a while since Quinn and I have connected. I need to make more of an effort to reaffirm our attachment at the end of the day, rather than just count down the minutes until bedtime. I’d like to focus on having fun with him again, but it’s hard to do when I’m so annoyed all of the time. I asked him one day why he had been being so mean all day and he said, “I didn’t get enough sleep last night.” Either he’s super intuitive, or he remembered me saying that about him many times before. Either way, we’ve implemented an earlier bed time, and some days it seems to make things a little better. Especially since he’s anti-nap, an earlier bedtime is good for everyone. Philip only gets a limited amount of time with the boys each weekday, so I hate to take that away from him, however, we have to do what’s best for little bodies and minds.
We’ve done such a good job thus far at teaching Quinn about consent, but he’s begun confusing it with non-compliance. For example, I’ll tell him he needs to put his clothes away after I’ve folded the laundry, and he has told me, “I’m the boss of my body, and I’m not putting clothes away.” Another time he was playing The Floor is Lava with some neighborhood kids and he missed getting to his new spot in time but then tried pulling, “I’m the boss of my body and I’m not sitting over there, and I’m not out.” We had to have a discussion both times about what being the boss of his body means—no one is allowed to touch him if he doesn’t want them to—and what it doesn’t mean—he doesn’t have to do what he’s told or follow rules in a game. It was a nice try though 😂.
He has some misguided thoughts on what I need to share with him, too.
Me: *brings a yogurt with me to sit on the couch by Quinn and watch tv*
Q: “Can I have a bite?”
M: “Mhmm.”
Q: *Eats it and asks for another*
Q: “I really like this one.”
M: *gives yogurt to him and he eats it all*
M: *gets up to go to the kitchen*
Q: *follows me*
Q: “Are you getting another one?”
M: “I don’t have another one like that.”
Q: “Ok, we’ll pick a different one for us then.”
M: “Listen, I’m gonna eat the next one by myself.”
Q: “No, it’s nice to share. We’ll team up with it.”
M: “No. you just ate my entire yogurt, and that’s fine, but I want to eat one by myself. I’ll get you another one if you want one, but you can’t have any of mine this time.”
Q: “Okay, you eat this one, and we’ll eat one together afterward.”
M: *eats my yogurt*
M: “Do you want another yogurt?”
Q: “No, I don’t want anymore.”
M: 🤦🏻♀️
Quinn also has a skewed view on being busy and the hierarchy of important tasks. He will literally walk past the pantry, go sit on the couch, and then ask me to bring him a graham cracker 🙄🤦🏻♀️. If I’m not busy, I usually will, mostly to reenforce our household mantra of “you do stuff for me, I will do stuff for you.” However, performing any act of cleaning supersedes his desire to not have to get up. He asked me to bring him a graham cracker one day and I said no, that I was busy. He informed me that he was busy, too, watching tv and holding his phone. My friend, Chris, passed down an old phone to him that he likes to play pretend with. For the first three days that he had it, at least, he couldn’t do any task that required two hands because he didn’t want to put it down 🙄. Not that getting a graham cracker is even a two handed job.
Sometimes he draws the wrong conclusions, like I mentioned above, and sometimes he gets it right and calls me out. He was trying to tell me something first thing one morning, while he was sitting on the couch and I was starting to make my coffee. I had come into the living room to talk to him, but while he was in the middle of a very drawn out sentence, I heard that my water in the tea kettle was about to whistle, so I walked into the kitchen to remove it from the stove. Given that the subject matter was a superhero, and that the duration of his thought process was taking an eternity to complete, I went forward with making my pour over. Just about that time, he concluded his monologue with a question, which I obviously missed. I then said to him, “I can’t hear you, Bud, you need to come into the kitchen,” to which he replied, “That’s why you shouldn’t walk away!” Touché.
On a particularly trying day, almost as soon as we left for our evening walk, Quinn got mad at Ash and hit him with his water bottle. Philip told him he was going to bed as soon as we got home despite it being relatively early. We had had enough of his bullshit for one day. He must have known it, too, because he was well behaved for the rest of the walk. When we got close to home, Quinn said, “Dad. Since you’re being nice to me now, I assume you’re not going to put me to bed when we get home.” 😂😂. He was right that time, but we rarely make empty threats.
Some of the words he understands and retains blows my mind. He started gymnastics three weeks ago. He said he wanted to learn how to do all of the things the Ninja Kidz do on their show. I wasn’t sure how he was going to react when we went to the first class because the kids are in one room, while the parents wait outside of it. I warned him that would be the case. He didn’t want to go in alone, so the instructor (who is also his teacher at the Little Red Schoolhouse, which made him feel more comfortable) said I could walk him in. He said he wasn’t going to do anything but watch, and I agreed that was okay, as did she. However, he forgot all about me within seconds so I slowly retreated and shut the door. He was so excited when class was finished and he came out to find me. He had participated and said he had a great time. I was a little surprised he liked it so much since I know he expected to learn how to do a backflip on day one 😂. Fast forward to week two, and on the drive down, Quinn told me, “Mom, don’t follow me into the room this time; it’s kinda embarrassing.” 😂😂 I promised him I wouldn’t and reminded him that he had asked me to. His confidence shrank as we got there and he again asked me to walk him in, however, he never looked behind him to make sure I was coming, so I turned around about halfway.
It should come as no surprise to anyone that Quinn wore jeans to his gymnastics classes. I asked him to change to no avail. Clothes aren’t a battle I choose to fight, so jeans are what he wore. I do insist that he changes into clean clothes before he leaves for school, given that he starts later in the day. I also attempt to influence his shirt choices by talking about a specific one and how cool it is, in an effort to steer him away from the three he wears in constant rotation 🙄. He has more shirts than I do, yet he grabs whatever is in the front of his drawer. I guess this is an undesirable side effect of making him put away his own laundry. I think maybe I will make some adjustments next time, and move them to the back. I know the extent of his finding skills, so he’ll be wearing shirts he hasn’t seen in months, in no time 🤪.
His shirt was on backwards, but he told me, “It’s my body, I can wear my shirt however I want!” 🙄🙄🙄.
Gymnastics is at about the most inconvenient time possible, when it comes to Ash because it’s right in the middle of his nap time. He pretended to take a nap with Hulk and Blippi that first week 😆, but he didn’t actually fall asleep.
He crashed later that evening in the middle of eating his Cheetos 😂. When he woke up, he went right back to it 😂😂.
Quinn is doing great in school, and I was proud of him when I was told recently that he’s the best colorer in his class. He certainly practices often enough at home, but given that craft time happens immediately before snack time, I would’ve expected him to rush through it, like his teachers said the other kids do. They said he makes an effort to stay within the lines instead of scribbling everywhere.
I can already see benefits from him attending during interactions with other kids. When we go to play places where there are kids he doesn’t know, he embraces the opportunity to make new friends and happily plays with them. In the past, he would sometimes be annoyed that other kids were around, or would be too introverted to approach them alone. He would want either Philip or myself to come with him and get the conversation started. If only he would remember to ask their names, he’d be doing even better 😆. He is starting to remember some of his classmates’ names, aside from Lilly, who he knew before he started.
It doesn’t really surprise me that he can’t remember other children’s names, for a variety of reasons. The first is that he makes up all sorts of names for his toys, stuffed animals, and imaginary superheroes, I’m sure it’s difficult to keep everyone straight. Secondly, he already forgets where he puts his phone 500 times a day, so I don’t have much faith in his short term memory 😆. The other day, it was like he was an adult when we had the following conversation:
Q: “Mom do you have my phone?”
M: “No.”
Q: “Where is it?”
M: “In your hand.”
Q: “Oh I forgot.”
M: “Happens to all of us.”
Q: “Mom, quit jokin’ me!”
He gets very bent out of shape over teasing. It’s usually his dad who is the source of his frustration because he gets pleasure out of kidding him. I can relate to Quinn; I hated being teased as a child. It felt so disrespectful. That’s not to say that I don’t ever tease him, but I’m less likely to do it.
Teasing doesn’t bother Ash. In fact, if you do something to him, he’s likely to say, “Again.” He’s still learning about humor and discovering what he finds “punny” (funny). He cracked himself up a few weeks ago when he lied to me. He came over by me and I said, “Eww! Who has a stinky butt?,” and Asher replied, “Quinn.” 😂😂.
He’s learning new words every day. Two weekends ago, it seemed like he was going to learn them all in one day because he just kept coming up with things we’d never heard him say before. My least favorite is his verbalization of “No.” 🙄. He has started answering “why” questions with, “Cause.” He knows when we’ve finished a trip in the car and says, “Home,” when we pull in the driveway. He learned the word, “Chinese,” when I took the boys to eat at Peking Buffet after Quinn’s first day of gymnastics. When we picked Quinn up from school the next day, Quinn got in the car and Ash said, “Chinese!” 😆. Quinn’s gymnastics classes are right next door to his school, so I guess it was a smart conclusion to draw on Ash’s part. Another smart connection he has made is identifying the color green. It wasn’t a surprise that his first color learned would be that since he is so obsessed with a giant green superhero. When he uses his growly voice to say, “Mash!,” as in Hulk Smash, it cracks us up.
One word that I wish all kids liked saying less is, “Watch!” I know Ash picked this one up from Quinn, who loves having a captive audience for all of his antics. After the third attempt at a cartwheel while I’m trying to have a conversation with another adult, I’m less inclined to keep looking 🙄.
Ash’s two word sentences are adding up, too. If he drops something on the floor, he commands someone to “get it.” When he’s in his swing outside, he has no problem keeping me on task by saying, “Mama push!” He’s an opportunist and sees any bent knee as a potential horse. He came over to me, climbed on my leg, and said, “ride it.” He will also get his intentions across by climbing on and saying, “Horse. Neigh,” and bouncing up and down 😂. Not a two word sentence, but another shot he always takes is making you dance with him, if the circumstances are right. He’ll come grab your fingers and command, “Dance!,” expecting you to wiggle him back and forth 😂. Sometimes he’s really good at communicating what he wants. No one’s food is safe from his sampling. I don’t remember what it was, but he came to the table told me, “Bite bite. Try,” when I was eating one day. When our neighbor, Scarlett, started walking toward her house when they were playing together outside, Ash protested, saying, “Scart back!” 😂.
Legs aren’t the only things imagined into horses by Asher. He insisted on sitting in our tree, so when I put him on that branch, he told me, “Horse!,” and started making galloping noises.
Big brothers get the horse treatment, too 🤣.
My favorite two word phrase he says is, “I wuv.” Quinn just randomly tell us he loves us throughout the day, and Ash makes sure to profess his love as well each time. He sometimes even says it without Quinn’s inspiring prompt ❤️. He will also come over and say, “Hug,” when he wants one 🥺.
His best redeeming quality 🥰.
He’s bordering on a three word sentence with his version of “I don’t know,” and while we know that’s what he means, the words certainly aren’t verbalized clearly. It’s his standard answer to many questions, particularly where something is. That question is almost always followed up with, “Hiding.” He thinks everything is hiding.
Ash is beginning to grasp follow-ups to certain phrases and sequences. He will reply, “Welcome,” when told thank you, and he knows two comes after one. That’s super fun when you’re trying to give him a warning that includes a count to three, and instead of getting his act together after one, he just smiles and says, “Two.” 😂. I don’t actually expect him to fall in line with a warning count, but it never hurts to introduce it.
He develops many interests from watching Quinn, and one of the most recent is wanting to use the potty. I mean, it’s great for him to practice, and I hope he becomes potty trained early than Quinn did, however, it’s also pretty inconvenient to put him on the toilet after every time someone else uses it. This gives him like 20 opportunities a day to sit and play with his penis, because no actual pottying is going on 🤦🏻♀️.
The boys in this house won’t be in the learning phase of potty training and standing up. They can sit until they learn to control their stream, and I’ve been in coed public bathrooms, so I don’t have much faith that will ever happen. All men should sit down and that would solve a bunch of problems.
Ash learned how to be a werewolf from Quinn. We found them matching flannel shirts at Once Upon A Child for super cheap! Quinn says that’s the official werewolf shirt 😅.
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One interest I wish Ash would mimic Quinn on is toothbrushing. They both get excited for Mr. Toothbursh (Quinn’s) and Baby Toothbrush (Ash’s) to come. However, when it’s time for mom or dad to take their turn brushing Ash’s teeth, he screams every single time. I remember when we had this issue with Quinn, too. Now Quinn likes to have a conversation with Mr. Toothbrush, usually about what he ate that day, and then he says, “Do what you came for.” 😂😂. Asher has a chipped front tooth, which initially happened when he was learning to walk and fell on the deck. It only chipped a layer of his enamel, and the dentist said there wasn’t anything to be done unless it started causing him pain, which it doesn’t seem to be doing. He apparently chipped it again, taking out an actual chunk, happening I don’t know when. I just noticed it was gone one night when I went to brush his teeth. Needless to say, I worry about the health of his teeth a lot, and they need to be properly brushed.
Hating teeth brushing must be a phase most kids go through. Another is taking their friggen shoes off every time you put them on 🙄. He never makes it anywhere in the car wearing both shoes the whole time. That’s assuming I remember to put them on him, something I forgot to do two times recently 😬. We got to a friend’s birthday party a few weekends ago and I didn’t realize until I went to get him out of the car that he didn’t have shoes on. Luckily, it was indoors so shoes weren’t necessary. He’s gonna be in a bad place if I forget them again considering the weather finally decided to turn to Fall.
Fall is my favorite season. I think 😅. It always used to be, but since I’ve been a stay at home parent (which I’ll have been for three years this month!), I’ve begun to also love spring. Spending more time outdoors has helped me to appreciate it more. I just hate being super hot and super cold. I’m a 65-75° kinda girl. Otherwise, I’ll whine 🤪.
I’ve been walking in the mornings before Philip goes to work, and starting my day with some silence is rejuvenating. These new cooler temperatures suck though 😅. Not only are these walks good for my mental health, they’re good for my physical health, something I’ve been trying to work on. I’ll talk more about that when I’ve been consistent, but I’ve had high cholesterol for a while, and I was worried about my A1C. Both are unconcerning, according to my most recent bloodwork. I wanted to mention a tip I got from my friend, Mandy, about bloodwork pricing. If you have a high deductible insurance plan, like we do, or are even uninsured, and you need bloodwork done, go to the health department. You can get a comprehensive panel drawn for only $40, as compared to the hundreds it costs at the hospital. They still process it through Lab Corp, the company the hospital sends it to, it just costs considerably less for their nurse to draw it. Another money saving tip I can share is to download the GoodRX app, or visit their website, before paying for any prescription at the pharmacy. A shampoo that I need to use for my dumb scalp issues that the dermatologist prescribed for me, cost me $20 the first time I bought it and it’s a tiny bottle. Not wanting to spend the money on it again, I suffered with the pain on my scalp for months. When I randomly thought about checking GoodRX for it, I discovered I could get it for $3.40! I got it and now my scalp is feeling much better. I don’t remember what the derm said my condition with called but it’s a form of eczema and it sucks. It gets worse this time of year, so I’m happy I was able to get what I needed!
Knowing the summer was finally coming to its end, despite what the calendar said almost a month ago, we made the best out of the last of the warm weather!
We went for a ride on our friends’ golf cart to get “fancy” drinks again.
On the next to last warm, warm day, we found some cheap Bunch-O-Balloons at Lucky Duck, so we had a water balloon fight with our friends 😃.
We then went to the backyard to play with them some more. It’s so nice to have friends for neighbors!
Our other neighbor friend, Savannah, joined us one night for some jumps in the leaf pile 🍁 🍂.
We made the most of a rainy day. I m glad Ash finally got to wear those rain boots I got him for his birthday because they won’t fit much longer.
Quinn decided to use his boot as a cup and dump water over his head 🙄🤦🏻♀️.
We had a lesson on corn. When I pulled out the cob and asked if he knew what it was, Quinn guessed cucumber 😂. Ash didn’t think it tasted very good. Quinn thought for sure there was an easier way to pick the kernels off the cob, so he tried a butter knife and a werewolf glove 🤦🏻♀️. Neither proved useful.
Once the corn dried out, we added it to our sensory table outside. Ash was perplexed when he couldn’t get a third cob into the beaker 😆.
They stopped long enough to cheese for a pic for me ❤️. Quinn got those glasses at Lucky Duck last week and has been wearing them ever since 😂. The lenses are clear so I’m not sure of their purpose, other than maybe they’re blue light blocking 🤷🏻♀️. I always wanted to wear glasses when I was little so I would just pop the lenses out of sunglasses and wear the frames.
Ashy worked on his Hulk physique at the new exercise park 💪🏻…
And his balance on our neighbor’s swing set 🤦🏻♀️.
And even sat on the swing like a big boy 😊.
When it rained, we made a fort on the front porch.
Officer Quinn patrolled the driveway and kept us safe 😂.
We accidentally met up with our neighbor friends at the park two times 😄.
Zombie chase is a favorite game of theirs.
Even though the weather cooled down, we’ve still been getting our hours in. Mini pumpkin chocolate chip muffins help 😉.
We went to Cambridge, OH to check out their Fall Fest a few weekends ago. It was completely packed 😳. There were free carnival games, but the prizes must have been amazing because the lines were longer than I would ever be willing to stand in, short of them giving away large amounts of money. We got to pet a tortoise, camel, cows, llama, and goats. Quinn went on an inflatable obstacle course two times, and we went on a tractor ride. We were getting a little hangry, and we were a ways away from restaurants, so we got them kettle corn to tide them over. They got to eat it in the trunk of my Jeep. Philip and I were feeling like the trip was a bit of a fail, but Quinn said it was the best festival he had ever been to 😂. I’m pretty sure the picnic in the trunk was Quinn’s favorite part, so we can save ourselves the trip next time and just eat in the driveway 😆🤪.
We went to the Regatta Fest with the boys’ older brother and his family. We also met up with Kiki and Luka ❤️. Quinn surprised me by wanting to ride the swings. It lasted entirely too long and he did not want to do it again 😅.
We got to visit with Kiki again the following week while she was babysitting their bonus cousins ❤️. Those costumes the boys tried on were made by Kiki’s mom and are amazing! She’s an extremely talented seamstress!
We went to our friend, Kenny’s, birthday party. It was at the taekwondo do chang and the boys had a great time wrestling their friends 🙄🤦🏻♀️.
When we weren’t outside, we had some indoor fun with sensory experiences, activities, and crafts.
A: playdoh with fall themed items
Q: kinetic sand + foam ball kit from Target
Any time I move the chairs to mop the kitchen floor, they get turned into a fort or pirate ship 🏴☠️.
We had two empty oatmeal containers so I looked up ideas on Pinterest and the boys chose what they wanted to make. Ash wanted a pumpkin, and he helped do all of the gluing. Quinn wanted a spooky barn and helped with the design and and did all of his own gluing.
I made their pictures bald (badly), and they glued leaves on their heads 😄.
Quinn is learning the alphabet at school so we’ve been working on our own crafts to help reinforce what he’s learning. We’re going to be doing a whole Fall themed alphabet. For A, he used a red dot marker and then drew stems and leaves in brown and green to make apples 🍎. Check out the tripod grip. I could never get him to do it the right way before, but put him in school for 4 weeks and he’s a pro 🤪.
Ash is very into stickers at the moment. He practiced stickering his face 😆.
Quinn and Mimi have been corresponding via mail, and she sent the boys some foam pumpkins to decorate. We went with stickers as our embellishment of choice.
Ash likes to put them on paper, too, any chance he gets. They’re great for fine motor practice.
He worked on his gross motor skills by learning to climb into the top bunk unassisted 😭🤦🏻♀️.
Sophie PUPdate 🐾
She loves our resident werewolf 😂
And she doesn’t give one crap about being in my way while trying to change the bedclothes 🙄.
Some cool photos I took:
Dandelions
My oldest nephew, Coen, had his senior night soccer game last week. How is he a senior already? 🥺🥺🥺
He likes to hit the ball with his head. His head has already had a concussion 🙄🤦🏻♀️.
I’m 100% certain that you all are as interested in grasshoppers as I am 🤪, so I couldn’t wait to show you the biggest one I’ve ever seen. I measured it, it was 2” long!
There was a family of them on one of my sunflowers. Can you spot all 3?
She moved over to my pepper plants the next day, and the sunflowers have been vacant, so I took that as a sign it was finally okay to collect the seeds from the dead ones.
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I was following one hopping through the yard, so I bent down and let it crawl on my finger. From there I hopped onto my quad. I was trying to get a pic of it and it pinched me, so then it had to go 😝.
Lori’s beautiful dahlia, my favorite flower!
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