I feel like we're running on autopilot over here. The days are soaring by, Pa is still working 7 days a week and getting home late, and one day is just running into another at a rapid speed.
Thanks for all the suggestions on the door knocking. I'll have to gather the 'hood together and come up with something. We've done the garage door trick before and that works for general purpose, but the main thing now is that Wendy's friends tend to knock on the door when all the rest of the kids are in the back yard. If they'd just go out back and look...they'd see thats where the action is. At the same time...I have to keep the back gate locked to prevent wandering 2 year olds, so the neighbors do have to come thru the house to get back there. It's a bit of a Catch 22. They also tend to come back many times a day if I tell them that Wendy's not even home. "is she back yet?" I'll figure out something. Or just go on vacation. The kids are getting antsy to head up north.
I thought I'd do a little kid update - haven't done one in awhile
He's been a wonderful help to me this summer when Pa's working so many hours. The plus side of living in town is being so close to the stores/post office and library. And the plus side of having a big kid is that he can bike to these things. I'll send him to the store for something like egg noodles for supper and off he goes. He's remarkably good at buying the right thing too. I always send him with my phone in case he has a question when he gets there, but he never does and always returns with just the right thing. He's also got the post office routine down pat. Priority with confirmation - nothing flammable or explosive in the box.
And he's great with the little boys. He still tends to like to get Wendy and friends in a dither, but he is great with the little boys. And he could play nice with the 4-6 year old set if he wanted to, but I think he enjoys getting them all worked up sometimes. Or he just forgets that he's that much older.
Yesterday he began cleaning his room and it surprised me that he does it just like I did when I was a kid. He moved everything into the hallway so that he could vacuum the floor completely and move everything back in piece by piece. It's immaculant.
Her room is a pig sty. Always. And she's full of excuses. Always. And she whines and she crys and she pouts and collapses to the floor in exhaustion and self pity.
But when she's with her friends, she's full of the dickens and giggles. Her cousins named her the laughing girl well over a year ago, and that still holds true. She spent the night at a second cousins house on Sunday night and came home from there being labelled as "laughable"
She loves to go. And create art and projects and bestow them on her friends. She's got a rubbermaid full that she's saving to give to her first grade teacher. heh.
Is talking more and more - putting short sentences together followed by a pat on the back. He's so proud of himself.
He's been going on the potty several times a day for about a month now, but only because I put him there. He's not at the point yet where he will tell me that he has to go. I'm hoping that it eventually evolves.
He calls his dad, "guy" I have no clue why. I was looking thru my layouts the other day before I shut down my old computer and realized that we must use the word 'guy' around here more than I realized as I have a page titled 'Wendy Guy' from when she used to tell people that that was her name. Odd.
And he's still timid. It's weird to have a timid kid after two fearless ones. He's afraid to be in the backyard by himself, he's afraid of the scarecrow - two straight on whacks will do that to a guy, I suppose, and he has to know where we are at all times.
Giggle and giggles and giggles and giggles
and rolls all over the living room floor
His face just lights right up when one of his siblings comes down to his level to play with him. Pa got home early last night and involved the youngest in some rumble tumble rough play much to my dismay - and Mark was belly laughing contagiously -
He's eating puuroa every evening and I'm trying to get him to drink an occasional bottle so I can leave him without worries at some point. He's not really grooving on the bottle thing yet, but I'm not giving up.
They make my days.