Rambo's Rampages...

   Oh look! Oh he's so sweet! His smile is so great! Peek-a-boo, Theodore!! Is he sleeping with a package of wipes in his hand? Yes he is....isn't he adorable? Isn't he just the most precious thi- NO!! No he is not.  He is an egg breaking, stair climbing, freezer and stove opening, walking disaster. He's been home all week thanks to a GI bug that whilst not leave. Thankfully his mood is good; he doesn't have a fever and everything overall is going well.  Actually, things are quite well.  He is totally loving school and he is learning! Really learning! His nurse almost made me cry the other day when she was talking about some of the things he is now doing. Let me share. They have a bag in his class filled with a few items such as a pumpkin, a leaf, an apple. They have corresponding posters placed around the room for each item.  When someone pulls out one of the items the children have to find the corre...

The rest of the back to school photos are now on "The Fam" tab  if you'd like to take a peek :)  

A.k.a. Rambo the Destroyer A.k.a. Theodore None of these are a good thing. Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay. Yes, I know. Climbing the steps is technically a good thing but the living it out part is not going to be fun. As far as the glass...... I'm none too pleased. It's like the dog bowl situation. It doesn't matter how many times you tell him 'no' he is going to do it anyway. He broke the glass by throwing a wooden block because he. throws. EVERYTHING.  Ugh. Both of these happened before 10am this morning. I can't wait to see what the rest of the day has in store. (Yes I can. I can definitely wait.)

I woke up this morning to a call at 7:01 (Yes I was still in bed. I decided to forgo my morning run and stay in bed for an extra hour.) from one of Theodore's nurses telling me that she was in the parking lot I showed her and she didn't know where to go from there. Uh................................................  You know as much as I do. She tried several times to get me to understand, even after I told her who she was talking to, until she finally looked at her phone, realized who she called, laughed, said sorry, and hung up.  Anyway. We are getting ready to start school. Theodore's first day was yesterday and I think he had a good time. I'm really trying to keep my outlook up this year. It's interesting to me how much I fight homeschooling. I wouldn't want to do it any other way.... I just don't want to do it. But this year I have decided to accept my calling and get organized. I have a schedule for everything. EVERYTHING. Each child has a sc...

The past 6 months or so we have expanded our territory a little more. Out of necessity we have been taking Theodore with us to the grocery store or Walmart or any other place we need to pick something up. This is not the easiest thing. But it at least opens the door to be a *liiiiiiiiiiittle* less dependent on others. Stopping by a friends house or going to church have all been possible as well, and those are nice perks.  And this: This is also a nice perk :) Watching him enjoy the fish at the store for the very first time. He totally loved it. And he all too quickly figured out that the top opens and you have direct access to the water. No fish were harmed in the taking of these photos. I can not speak for what happened before or after.   

I thought I was tired of saying "No, Theodore."  (10 minutes later)   "No! Do not touch the dog bowl."  (10 minutes later)   "Theodore! No sir!"  (10 minutes later) "OH.MY.SOUL. Theodore. Put the dog bowl down!"  (10 minutes later) "You have got to be kidding me! NO SIR." And I am. I am completely tired of saying that. I wasn't really going anywhere else with this.   

Kitchen cabitnets and drawers.  Hallway doors. Stove. Hutch doors. Desk drawers. What do all those things have in common? The same thing these do: Eggs. Potted plants. Tablecloths on the table. Piles of folded clothes. Glasses filled with water. Stools. Dog food bowl. Kitchen utensils. Ridiculously expensive air purifier. And anything, absolutely anything, that can be reached. Figured it out yet? The answer is Theodore. He is in full blown toddler-ville. If you walk into our house at any given time you will most likely hear the squeaking of cabinets being opened and closed, opened and closed, opened and closed...... or see raw eggs spilled all over the kitchen floor or see the dining room table that is now devoid of anything because the table cloth and all that sat on top have been pulled to the ground or towels randomly placed throughout the house because a cup was spilled or dog food strewn about the floor or, most recently, the stove being opened. ...