Thursday, May 24, 2012
Curtis is not gonna do nuthin for no one. You want him to sing along at his last-day-of-preschool program? Nope. You want him to do the little dance about the countries of the world? Uh-uh. Smile for a picture? Forget about it.
Despite his generally contrarian demeanor, he secretly loved his first year of preschool. He loves playing at the "block center" (where you play with blocks, clever title), eating snacks, and being around Mischa, the girl I think he has a crush on.
I can't believe how quickly the school year has flown by. Seems like it was just his first day of school.
After his program ended, I had to head straight back to work. On my way back, I sent a little text message to Traci to read to him (yes, I send my kids texts) telling him I was proud of him and that I loved him.
Traci's response--"That made Curtis roll his eyes and smack himself in the face."
That's my boy.
A miracle happened this year. Paige and Curtis became friends.
At some point, Curtis stopped being a constant annoyance to Paige and became someone who would indulge her in all of her grand schemes--whether it was turning their bedroom into a retail store (where every single thing in the room needed to be pulled out its drawer and labeled with a price tag) or staging plays where Paige is always the princess.
Though almost every interaction still ends in Curtis "not following the rules" or him hitting her with something, there are long stints where they get along just fine (and give mom and a dad a much needed break).
Paige loves to dote on Tate, but for the most part, he's just a bother to Curtis. He steals his trucks and turns off the Wii and crawls up on my lap anytime Curtis is trying to use that real estate. But when they're in the wagon, they are friends.
As I pull them through the neighborhood, I love to hear Tate giggle as Curtis entertains him with fake burps and other bodily functions. I can't wait for the boys to be buddies.
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Friday, May 18, 2012
Me: (Shouting from the kitchen to the family room) Curtis, it's time to put on your jammies!
Me: It's time to put on your jammies!
Me: PUT ON YOUR JAMMIES!!!
Curtis: (Running excitedly up the stairs) Where's my candy?
Curtis: You said it was time to eat some candies.
Me: Yes, I'm standing here, holding these pajamas, and shouting at you because I REALLY want you to have some candy. Go to bed.
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