Friday Bits and Pieces

I can cautiously report that this has been a good kindergarten week. Every day we recite that we go potty when we need to go, and always after lunch. He’s eaten most of his food every day, come home in the same pants he started with, and seems to be enjoying himself. His homework is easy (tonight is “practice tying your shoes”, which he already knows how to do. Other assignments have included counting small amounts and writing his name). We’ve been reading every night, sometimes me to him and sometimes him to me. I think (cautiously, again) that we needed to get in our groove but we might be okay. We might live through kindergarten.

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I have three library books to read, and then I think I’m off the library for a little bit. I got so overwhelmed that all my books were coming in at the same time and I have so many books already on my ipad that I’m not reading. So after Me Before You, Sisterland and Twelves Rooms of the Nile, I’m going back to the 1,871 downloaded books I have to read. Do you have anything I should put on my wishlist for afterward?

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I just deleted an almost comment on a friend’s post about when S was younger and I had a six month old too and how I don’t even remember that time. I deleted it because she’s struggling with miscarriages and I felt like that comment would remind her about that and I don’t even know. I don’t know how to be the proper amount of respectful and still contribute to a conversation sometimes. I love my friends, and I hate that they have to struggle with this. Hate it. I feel blessed to have never had a miscarriage (although I have had prior experiences I would be glad to share in person but not on my blog). It was an innocuous comment, but what if it hurts?

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A funny Henry story:

We’ve been putting off potty training Henry because he simply isn’t interested, and we’re lazy, and all sorts of other reasons. The other night I was cooking dinner, C was in the office on the computer and the kids were in the living room, playing. All of a sudden Henry starts yelling:

I NEED TO GO POTTY, I NEED TO GO POTTY!

So we both start scrambling to help him. I mean, we send him to go every day but he’s never taken initiative. This is great! He’s ready to train!

So I come around the corner to help him and he yells at me. “No! The girl, she needs to go potty!”

He was playing my old Gameboy Advance and had started playing Sims. The girl in Sims needed to use the bathroom.

/facepalm