Chores are no fun, I know. But in giving Namine things to be responsible for – like keeping her room clean, and sweeping the kitchen – we hope to provide a basis for establishing work ethic.
I love Nerf guns. I always have. It’s been a lifelong obsession of mine to get whatever latest crazy Nerf gun that has come out, whether I am going to use it a lot or not. (Hint: not.)
Namine’s physical therapist has been working with her lately on climbing into her wheelchair. It’s been slow going, and we’re not sure why. We have some theories, though.
A while ago, Namine and I started reading chapter books. We’ve finished a book on Helen Keller, which she enjoyed very much, and the first in the Junie B. Jones series of books. Namine calls her “Junabee Bajones.”
Yesterday we went to Penzey’s to get some spices. They have a little area where kids can sit and draw. Namine drew a picture and handed it to me.
When Jessica makes dinner, it’s something made from scratch – just short of killing the cow in the back yard, anyway. When I make dinner, it’s frozen, and more often than not made of cheese and pizza sauce. Tonight, then, was a rarity. I, being in charge of dinner, helped Namine make frozen chicken pot pies.
As a parent, you find that some little girls play well together. And some… well, not so much.
We were going to make biscuits and gravy yesterday, but I came down with the flu. Since I’m feeling a little better today – by that I mean I felt that I could have more than Jello and 7-Up – we made them tonight.
Namine is playing on the floor with her Legos. She stood several guys around her.
“We are gathered here today because I am awesome!”
One of the higher stressing things of being a parent is potty training. Depending on your child to tell you when they need to go has got to be frustrating enough. But let me take it one step further for you: not knowing if your child is able to tell, or if they can hold it at all.