Okay, so I'm not a morning person. I admit it freely, so I don't need any comments from anyone I've ever lived with (that includes Anonymous and Ike). I'm not a morning person, coffee only slightly helps, and I honestly believe it's all your fault (meaning anyone and everyone) that mornings are so bad. Or at any rate, I believe that until about 10am, then for two hours I feel guilty for being so mean.
But tell me this. Does it make sense to you that a kid can have breakfast in front of him for an hour or more and NOT eat it? Does it make sense to you that after his mother tells him to eat for an hour, he then starts crying about being hungry when she says it's time to go? Does that make sense? If it does make sense to you, remind me not to speak to you before noon.
An hour. One biscuit and a banana. Should be plenty of time.
Anyway, in other news...This morning I dropped Jake off for day 4 of the two week camp, Safety Town. Jake loves this camp. The first morning he came home saying that he wants to be a policeman when he grows up. The second day he told me all the important reasons to wear seatbelts (ironically, that was the one day I started to drive off without buckling him in. I swear I never do that...). Yesterday he demonstrated how to cross a street.
And not only is he learning, but apparently he's meeting...friends. This morning as I was leaving (after complaining to Jessica and Tracy about the breakfast issue), I saw him playing some sort of tag game with his group. He stood in one place while all the girls rushed over, grabbed him and hugged him.
Huh. I think I know men who dream about playing that game (with older girls, of course)...
But tell me this. Does it make sense to you that a kid can have breakfast in front of him for an hour or more and NOT eat it? Does it make sense to you that after his mother tells him to eat for an hour, he then starts crying about being hungry when she says it's time to go? Does that make sense? If it does make sense to you, remind me not to speak to you before noon.
An hour. One biscuit and a banana. Should be plenty of time.
Anyway, in other news...This morning I dropped Jake off for day 4 of the two week camp, Safety Town. Jake loves this camp. The first morning he came home saying that he wants to be a policeman when he grows up. The second day he told me all the important reasons to wear seatbelts (ironically, that was the one day I started to drive off without buckling him in. I swear I never do that...). Yesterday he demonstrated how to cross a street.
And not only is he learning, but apparently he's meeting...friends. This morning as I was leaving (after complaining to Jessica and Tracy about the breakfast issue), I saw him playing some sort of tag game with his group. He stood in one place while all the girls rushed over, grabbed him and hugged him.
Huh. I think I know men who dream about playing that game (with older girls, of course)...
4 Comments:
Ok, remind me to have our friends seperate us during the morning hours while we're at the beach, LOL. I'm Satan in the mornings! I do agree that an hour seems like PLENTY of time for breakfast though. But my girls do it too. It just kills me!
Oh, and I'm still mad that I moved and didn't get to do that camp with Emi! She really could have used that because God knows that when I try to teach her about safety she just tunes me out, like with everything else.
OK I am totally jealous that you get to hang out with Tracy and Jessica for two weeks in the morning! NO FAIR!! They are supposed to be MINE!!
Yes an hour sounds like lots of time. Thank goodness my kids want to eat as soon as their eyes open so they gobble theirs down in 5 seconds.
Jake's the man...
I have to nag my kids every 5 mins. to stop messing around and eat...I am afraid it doesn't get better the older they get!
Don't feel bad about not buckling him in...I ran a red light yesterday on the way back to safety town. Good think H was not in the car w/me or I would have never have heard the end of it. I only endangered one of kids lives that morning!
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