Don't Play with Matches!

So far, so good.
The house hasn't burned down yet,.... but you almost set the cat on fire! It's too bad you watched mom start a fire in the fireplace, because now you know how to light matches. Mom said she was in the bathroom, but I wonder if she wasn't outside having a cigarette with Tracy from next door....

For you to have lit 4 long matches (they were in the fireplace), AND to have swiped one at the cat (yes, we've found his scorched fur on his back, in a zig-zag pattern), it must have been a while. Mom is getting a talking to...and the matches are getting put in a better place than on the mantle.

I wonder why MY stress level is high!

Washing hands

You are getting better at doing this consistantly, but you still need reminding. It's funny that it's only a struggle to get you to start. Once you are in the water, you want to play and play and play. Usually with all your toys.

This is the hardest part. To get you to stop playing in the water and dry your hands.

You are still so cute!

Now if we could only get you to remember to 'aim' for the water and not overshoot the rim of the toilet! And DON"T use the tub and a toilet (to pee in) unless it's an emergency (like someone else is on the pot!). Rinse it out when you do, too! 

 (I think that's included as a lesson. I'm trying to remember to give you a lesson each posting).

Tucking ME in...

I love when you are in a snuggly mood and so am I. It's the cutest thing to see you (you are almost 5 now), drag over a blanket (your green crocheted one from Gramma Smith, or my quilt) from the chair and 'try' and over me with it. All the way up to my neck (choke). The funniest thing is, you get it to the neck, then push down a few times (sometimes too hard) to 'tuck' me in, then you sing a little ditty (changes every time) very quietly. So sweet...

Our routine is usually to 'talk me into' coming downstairs 'for a few minutes, Grammaw' (with your little fingers held slightly apart) to 'sleep wiff me'. You are too darn cute, so I do. Sometimes you want to say (sometimes 'sing') the Lord's Prayer, sometimes sing a little song (our limited choices are; Jack and Jill, Teddy Bear's Picnic or Somewhere over the Rainbow), but then you are pretty good about letting me get up and leave. Not always, but that's 'cuz you love me, right?

Wish you could always stay this sweet, but I know you will grow up and not always think of others like you do at 5 yrs old. I hope to teach you to think of others in kind ways, though. Be gentle.

Lesson: When people aren't gentle, they are usually angry about something; frustrated; hurt and wanting to get back at someone (not always at you). And most of the time it's lashed out at whoever is the closest to them. But the feeling aren't because of you. If they are, I hope you try and figure out what caused it and fix it... appologize, talk it out. Don't be physical back or it just generates the same thing. (That means it continues and doesn't get better).

My Boy is BACK!!

Hey, you haven't had any meds since last Friday, and you are so well behaved. You were actually pretty good (and not 'work') at church last Sunday. Thank you for being a good boy. I love you to bits and pieces.