Details of a Crazy Friday with my babies.

Joshua talks very clearly to me everyday. He says his name and he tries to say everybody elses name. He is not taking any nonsense from the other children anymore. He is trying to keep up with them and daring them to try the antics of earlier days. When he hits them he looks at me, like, I owed him that, didn’t I. Nooooooo! I say, I remember they hit you, honey, but you don’t owe him that. He ate a lot better on Friday and I was comforted by this. He is a picky eater. I nearly have to wrestle the food into his mouth. I used to think Sharon was hard on little T the way she had to feed him. He must have had the same malady as this baby. One way or another half the food is going to be on me and half on him and I have to guess how much made it into his mouth. I saw some slight improvement on that effort, this week. I saw him growing and that affecting his appetite. That is a comforting thing.

Karadyn started the day setting up the chairs. I set them up all the time. They all take one chair and do their own thing. This time, she set them up in a straight line. I said, lets play sitting on the bus with Karadyn. She sat in the last seat, very proud of herself for having set up the chairs in a pattern. She was being Ms. Jayne. She was making a game for her friends and she was sitting in the back of the bus and now we can play. I am always in awe of the perspective and direction that her play takes. I am there to exemplify good playing habits, as much as possible. They take it to another level, everyday. She is really making strides in directing her anger away from her friends. Once in a while the blows land on the friend, but she looks at me and turns her hits away from them. I am delighted to see such growth in such a little one. My favorite is her practicing her trills. She sits there and dddddddd as fast as her little mouth can say and she is angry that it still is not a trill, yet.

Poor Braxton got the raw end of the deal, on Friday. We had company. Ms. Christine should be well known to them, I really don’t know how to calculate their behaviors. They were all out of sorts. Braxton got hit a couple of times. He was trying to sit on my lap for a lot of the time. That probably made everybody go after him. His tummy was a bit troubled, we figured out later. Nobody wanted to work out as usual. They each had something different in mind and I tried to keep up with them, somewhat. Braxton couldn’t regroup from everybodys newfound separatism. What is going on? He kept crying. Once we understood he was having a boo boo day, we took care of him and made him as comfortable as we could in the crib. Lets hope we can grow from this experience and get more civil with eachother. I think we will. This may be a new season of the older children learning to respect the growing up of the littler ones. I call it a learning burp! A glitch day.