Noah's learned some new letters over the last couple of weeks:
I: The I is a springboard. Jump, jump, jump..."I can do it!!" as he dives off.
M: along with the man climbing the mountains, he gets to the top and digs for M&M's.
P: Can you see that big nose on this letter? Sniff, sniff. P-U!! Emphasis on the P, of course.
R: This letter is a pirate running - see his leg sticking out? And as he runs, he yells, "Arrrrrr!"
Y: I used this one with my oldest when he was learning - first, convince them that this is a fancy glass. You grab the handle, hold it out and say, "WHY don't you take a drink?" Use hand motions and always say the same thing, they'll get it.
More to come soon! He's learning fast.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Guess he's ready for macaroni
I know I've had 5 when:
*The pacifier that's been behind the crib for weeks is found, given a brief dusting, and happily given to the screaming child in the crib.
*Leftover food from my oldest are passed down through the next 2 kids until it's finally gone.
*My older child has to inform me that one of the babies is crying.
*Even after being through the laundry, the waist of my pants is still creased from the muffin-top that is my stomach.
*One kleenex is used to wipe 4 runny noses.
*If the onesie is just a little wet or just a bit poopy, it's got a lot of wear left.
*I don't bother changing my spit-up stained outfit until it's time for bed.
*Toilets get flushed at certain times of the day. One in the morning, one in the evening. Unless by some miracle, someone under 7 remembers to flush.
*I make my 2-year-old do the vacuuming.
*Sometimes french fries, tomato sauce, or onion rings qualify as a serving of veggies.
*Everywhere I turn, I see a framed picture of one of my children smiling back at me.
*I have to catch myself in the process of starting to cut up my husband's steak.
*If it doesn't smell, it's clean enough.
*Sometimes trying to come up with a name ends up sounding like family role-call.
*I gear my 7-month-old's readiness for certain solids based on what I've seen him successfully consume off the floor from under the kitchen table.
*The pacifier that's been behind the crib for weeks is found, given a brief dusting, and happily given to the screaming child in the crib.
*Leftover food from my oldest are passed down through the next 2 kids until it's finally gone.
*My older child has to inform me that one of the babies is crying.
*Even after being through the laundry, the waist of my pants is still creased from the muffin-top that is my stomach.
*One kleenex is used to wipe 4 runny noses.
*If the onesie is just a little wet or just a bit poopy, it's got a lot of wear left.
*I don't bother changing my spit-up stained outfit until it's time for bed.
*Toilets get flushed at certain times of the day. One in the morning, one in the evening. Unless by some miracle, someone under 7 remembers to flush.
*I make my 2-year-old do the vacuuming.
*Sometimes french fries, tomato sauce, or onion rings qualify as a serving of veggies.
*Everywhere I turn, I see a framed picture of one of my children smiling back at me.
*I have to catch myself in the process of starting to cut up my husband's steak.
*If it doesn't smell, it's clean enough.
*Sometimes trying to come up with a name ends up sounding like family role-call.
*I gear my 7-month-old's readiness for certain solids based on what I've seen him successfully consume off the floor from under the kitchen table.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
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