Just random stuff.... B lost another tooth. We are at 5 and almost 8 years old. They keep telling me the slower they come out, the better. He has another appointment this week with the orthodontist to see if his 6 year molars are in enough to look at an palate expander. I don't realize how tight his teeth are until I see other kids with huge gaps and plenty of room for teeth to come in. JB has turned into a jumping maniac. He will get on the back of the couch and somersault onto the cushions and then the floor. Then he will just start jumping around, being crazy. Maybe the kid needs some gymnastics! The other night he woke up and was in bed saying 'wa Mom'. I went to get him water. As I left the room I told him good night and he replied 'ni Mom'. Almost brought tears to my eyes! His cute little language where he drops off the beginning and end of words. This morning I heard B say "J, give me your face...I won't hurt you" Not sure what that was all about but they were doing some kind of wrestling. One thing I am really working on the older two with is thinking before they speak and not feeling like they have to be sneaky/deceitful to get what they want. They are so quick to answer a question and end up not giving a truthful answer or hands will get into things without asking. The other day one of them spoke without thinking it through and ended up 'telling' a lie. I sent them to their room for the day! I figured it was getting to be more consistent and punishments needed to be painful (not physical). We had a birthday party for that afternoon and figured it was not fair for their punishment to get in the way. So we went to the party (in the country) and left said child in the car, listening to the radio. Was he ever upset when we left an hour later and had not invited him inside. I was impressed though, I think the consequence was working because normally he would have climbed out of the car several times to come ask when he could come in. Today something happened and B decided nobody liked him and he was just going to leave home and be on his own. I thought, this will be good. A few minutes later he stood by the door and told Jbird that he was going to find a new home. I asked him if he thought about where he was going to live, he said no and I said 'that is sad...you should know where you are going to live' ('love and logic' training there...). He proceeded to walk out the door. Jbird followed him out and a few seconds later Jbird came back inside hysterical and crying...."Mom B just left and he is going to find another home. He started walking down the street" Poor kid was just sobbing. I casually walked outside to just watch what direction he was headed. He had gotten a house away and then turned back and passed by going the other way (as if he was strolling around waiting for someone to come rescue him). He only had a magazine in his hand. Jbird was still hysterical, so B turned back toward the house and trying to hide his smirk and his 'if i have to stay look', said 'Okay J I will give you one more chance.' I had to turn away to keep from laughing. The other day at speech therapy the older two had gone into the side parking lot to kick the soccer ball around. There is a drainage ditch out front so I told them to be careful. I watched them from inside. In a few minutes I saw a commotion outside and saw B run toward the ditch and J run toward the building. I guessed right, the ball was in the ditch! I went out there, I could not let the ball I paid money for float away and through town. I got far enough downstream that I saw the ball headed my way. Not real sure how to stop it or grab it, I stepped down into the ditch. It was only about shin deep. However the water was fast enough and the bottom of the ditch rocky enough that I lost my balance. I was able to throw myself forward to my knees as I was desperately grabbing the tall grass on the side - not much help it was. Then I looked up and there was the ball. I grabbed it and then slowly worked my way out. I can only hope no one I knew was driving by in those 30 seconds. Fortunately I had on shorts, so my clothes were not too wet. It sure was cold and fast flowing though. Then a few days later, I had run into the grocery store to grab a two things. I was in a hurry and walking fast. I had on sandals whose soles are just about worn out. I was right in front of customer service and fell. Dropped my wallet, the items I was carrying, etc. Silly me, I did not see the water on the floor and with my fast pace and pitiful sandals, I slipped big time. Of course everyone hustled to find the water trail and get it all cleaned up. They offered for me to fill out an incident report but I declined. I was fine. A little humiliated but all I could think was that I was thankful it was me that found the water and not an frail customer who could have been seriously hurt. Adios!!!