100 days

February 5th was Koby's 100th day of school. This is a very exciting day for the kiddos. The day is filled with activities that have to do with the number 100. As part of a homework assignment, the kids in first grade were each given a hat that they needed to decorate with a hundred of something to wear to school on 100 day. After some discussion, we figured out the perfect 100 day hat for Kob:



100 LEGOS!



As a special 100 day snack, I made him a 100 chocolate chunck cookie. We each enjoyed a slice with a tall glass of milk. Perfect end to a fun day!

yuck!

The stomach flu has appeared to make its nasty way into our house. Let's just hope it leaves as quickly as it came.

a chocolate moose for dinner

Today Kyan "read" his very first book, A Chocolate Moose for Dinner. We snuggled in to read before nap and he picked this book. After I finished, he asked, "Mom, do you want me to read this book to you?" Without skipping a beat, that is exactly what our little man did. He read the entire book to me! I was so excited for him!

Tonight, Ky read the book to a very special audience, Dad and Koby. Koby was in awe. "Mom, a 3 year old is reading!" Followed quickly by, "Could I read when I was 3?" (I firmly believe a little competition is healthy...wink, wink)









So proud of you Toots!

success!

...and all it took was a bow, an arrow, some dental floss and a dad with impeccable skills!

Koby has been obsessively trying to wiggle out his front right tooth for weeks now. In fact, since the start of first grade in August, he has been convinced that that tooth was ready to come out. After all, loosing teeth in the first grade is a big deal. Everybody is doing it!

I, on the other hand, have been trying my best to not let that baby tooth fall out. For me, those top two teeth signify so much. They in someway represent a loss of those "baby" years. A transition. A child's face changes and becomes much more grown up with the addition of the top permanent teeth. I am simply not ready.

But he is. And he is determined. Last night he came down after having "cracked" his tooth (a word he coined which gives me the hibbie-jibbies just thinking about it, but in laymen terms simply means loosened that puppy up a bit). Having "cracked" only one side, we convinced him that the root is still not loose enough and that he should really get to bed.

This morning was so excited about his new "rabbit" tooth (which he affectionately refers to it as) and cannot wait to show it to the world! (or at least the first grade)

the note

On January 4th, 2010, a note was left on my pillow from my dearest 7-year old.

After a night of much bickering back and forth between the two of us, I had finally had enough. I told him he needed to go to his room. He declined. I then made it known that declining an invitation to go to your room from your mom was unacceptable and that he needed to head that way speedy quick. He again declined. I took away the his privileges for the Wii. Anger. Tears. Apologies. Unfortunately, all too late.

The sentence stood..."to your room!"

When Kev headed upstairs to release the prisoner, he found the note. It read,

"Mom I cant do this but its the only way"

It's official...I had been served Koby's first runaway note. I smiled because I am sure there will be many more of these notes to come in the future.

another conversation with ky

"Mom, I accidentally peed in my pants", says Ky.

"No you didn't?!?"

"Yes I did."

I feel his pants. Yup. Sure enough. Slightly wet. Ugh!

"....and my foo-foo (aka pacifier) fell in the potty too!" he says as he continues to suck on it without missing a beat.

I am now wondering just how much damage is caused by ingesting urine from a pacifier.

Yes, this is my life. And yes, this is why my sanity is fleeting.

God bless Ky...urine mouth and all!