Since I’ve been working, a few changes have been made around the house. The biggest of which, is that my husband now gets our son ready in the morning.

The other day, I mentioned to my husband that he needs to make sure our son is getting himself dressed…and not to help him too much. Even though he’s five years old, he had a rough start in life, and is still behind on some of his motor skills. He needs consistent practice in order to master every-day tasks. My husband admitted that he had been helping our son get his clothes on, because he’s usually pressed for time.

But, that afternoon when I picked up my son at school, I saw that our boy had indeed dressed himself. Though, I’m guessing they were running late again…and that my husband never noticed that he sent our kid to preschool with his pants on backward.

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We had a guy here to fix our cable this afternoon. My son took one look at him and said, “You look like Santa!”

The unsuspecting man, who doesn’t know my shockingly honest sweet child, replied, “Why? Is it because of my beard?”

My son answered, “No. It’s your big, round belly”.

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My son has been having some issues at preschool. Today, when I picked him up, I noticed the teacher trying to help him put on his jacket. He didn’t see me standing in the hall, but I saw him take his coat from his teacher’s hands, then throw it on the floor. When she tried to hand it to him a second time, he took the coat and threw it AT her.

Needless to say, he’s being punished today. Unfortunately, the only punishment that does any good is to take away his favorite toys and TV shows. I say unfortunately, because when I take away those things, he doesn’t know what to do with himself. He will inevitably follow me around the house turning everything I do, into something a five year old WANTS to do. If I change the toilet paper or empty the trash, he’ll say, “I can do that”.

If I load the dishwasher, “I can do that”.

Fold the laundry, “I can do that”.

You name it, he can do it. And, usually he can. But, for certain it will take a thousand times as long.

Please don’t think I don’t want to engage my son. I adore him. We play a lot of games and have been working on a big jigsaw puzzle together. We do speech therapy, work on fine motor skills, and I read to him.

Nor is he a TV junkie. At the most, he’ll watch an hour of Little Einsteins each day. But that hour, that precious hour…it’s GONE.

Once in awhile, Mom needs a break. Or, at least a chance to steal away and do some laundry without it becoming The Laundry Game. I would like to change the bedding, and leave out the part where I have to construct a fort out of the flat sheet.

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My eight year old daughter has been a crazy little writer lately. She has some 50 journals that she writes in constantly. Every day, every thing that happens to her gets put down in writing. I think she wants to grow up to be a blogger.

Since this is the week of Thanksgiving, I thought I would share something special from her. Here is a letter that my daughter wrote to God this morning.

Dear God,

Thank you so much for my wonderful family. Thanks for all my friends. Thanks for helping me live my life happily. Thank you for all my surroundings. Please help the sick heal. Please give the homeless people a home. Please give the hungry some food. Please help all the people in Iraq. Please help all the people in the book of intentions. Please let my family live a long healthy life. Help me be able to help people in need of my help. Please give me courage to help people at all times.

Love,

A

P.S. My Mom would like to thank you for letting the Buckeyes beat Michigan.

(Okay…she didn’t really write a P.S. But, I would’ve told her to, had I known she was writing God a letter.)

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