Tell the truth
Buddy tonight sang his first every made-up song. For a kid with selective mutism and a speech delay this is a HUGE deal. HUGE. He had left his banana peel on the couch (!!!) and when I asked if it was his he said "no, it's ya-ya's" Well this mama knew it was not Trible's b/c of the fact that she didn't finish her banana and it was already in the kitchen! So of course I quickly said "no, that is not hers, this is yours isn't it?" "welllllll yes, that is Buddy's""You need to tell the truth the first time ~ not when mommy catches you"and so into the kitchen he goes holding his banana peel to throw into the

Gunkey
Little Trible has been taught a song by her older siblings. We rented Madagascar and they watched every day for the five days we had it. So I present to you their new version of Happy Birthday sung last evening by Daddy and Trible.

I wish....
I know I haven't been here in a while. Life happens and I'm in the trenches of parenting. Somedays it's harder than others. I've been struck lately as I hear parents start of sentences with "I wish". You know "I wish the baby would sleep thru the night" or "I can't wait for the baby to start solids""I wish she were old enough/big enough so I could turn her around in her car seat""I wish he would feed himself""I wish he wouldn't make such a mess feeding himself" (funny how one wish brings another)"I wish I could walk across the floor and not step on a car/doll/book/train/insert toy here""I wish he wouldn't use chalk on the door""I wish they