Give Them An Inch...

...and they take the whole mile.  I decided to let the kids pack their own lunches as I've seen many of my friends and neighbors do.  They're 5 and 6 and fully capable of doing this chore.  This comes on the heels of Nubbin asking for more chores in order to earn money. 

Well, Nubbin did a great job.... turkey and cheese sandwich, apple slices, chex mix and a cookie for snack... Fafa?  well, let's just say I'm coming up with guidelines this afternoon for healthy choices to 'help' them make good decisions.  He packed 2 cookies (one in it's own ziplock bag), apple slices and water.  He was quite pleased with himself, so I didn't steal his thunder... but, husband's concern made me think that I should have laid down the ground rules beforehand.  More independence will give them confidence right? 

There's a Logical Answer To All This

I thank the stars every day that I grew up speaking English.  Not because I'm elitist, but because the rules of the English language are just too complicated.  In English, rules are meant to be broken.  The 2nd son is my rule follower, even when it comes to language.  

We were playing a game the other night and Fafa was reminding everyone what place they came in during the game.  I, of course, was last.  As he's rattling off the places, he says, 'And mommy "comed" in last'... In our language, 'come-d' should have been 'came'... It really does sound logical when you think about the rules.  When he's talking about 'third', he also says, 'three-th'... again, it really does make sense.  Alas, I pity any non-english speaker... we really did make it harder than it should be.

Because You Asked Me

My New Year's resolution is to find a hobby... oh and a job.,, and be a better wife... well, I should probably quit while I'm ahead. So, I'm resolving to start this thing back up again. Here's the first picture of the new year. Can you tell that the boys have grown since the last post?