Clean

Ryanne and I were cleaning her room today. Corin got bored watching us.

He said he was going to clean his room. Ok.

He came back 20 minutes later and said he was done. I didn't expect much.

Turns out I need to raise my expectations. That photo above. He did all of that. By himself.

Those bins. They're actually pretty organized. Cars. Planes. Little animals.

Whose kid is this?

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Miscommunication

I took the cats to the vet today. Corin helped me load them up.

On the way to school, he was talking about Preta and how she died. He understood that I was taking them to the vet.

On the way home, he asked about the cats. I told him they were at home.

"Are they alive?"

I could do nothing other that sit in silence. Finally, I managed to say, "Yes. Why?"

He went on about Preta going to the vet and being dead and that I took the cats to the vet. I was flabbergasted.

Once we got home, he got really excited every time he saw a cat. He keeps telling Ryanne that all of the cats are alive.

I really think he thought I was going to have all of our cats euthanized today. I don't know if that's more disturbing or the fact that he didn't seem terribly upset by it.

Tracing

I realized a few days ago that I hadn't been working with Corin on letters or anything the way that I did with Ryanne. Such is the plight of the second child, I guess. He's been taking an interest in seeing his name written and 'reading' things so I decided to have him trace his letters.

We did the C together. With the O, I gave him the instructions to trace between the little lines...he did that, but not in the way I intended. We corrected with the R and he did the last two by himself. I'm impressed.

I guess I'm not too far off since they started having him trace "f" in his Friday school today. Hooray for instinct.

Engineer at heart

Corin has a milkshake. He's been drinking on it for some time. He's gotten to the bottom of one section and has been sucking air for some time. We keep suggesting he move the straw.

"But the cup is too big"


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Sweet tooth

The boy has a crazy sweet tooth. He's always after cookies or ice cream or something. Thankfully he'll take applesauce in their place most days.

Today we were unloading all the girl scout cookies from my car. He walks in and stares at the boxes of Peanut Butter Sandwiches. "Are all of the orange ones for me?"

Uh...no, sweetie.


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