Potato Chips???

I’ve been working on teaching my pre-school age daughter to politely ask for something when she has a need instead of just declaring the need expecting it to be filled (i.e., “May I please have some water.” instead of “I’m thirsty!”.) A while ago we were on our way home and Amanda was snacking in the car. Suddenly she exclaimed, “Mama, I have a booger!” To which I responded, “Soooo?” in my optimistic attempt to get her to ask for a tissue. “Weeeeeell? It’s a big booger.” was the reply. “Aaaaaaand?,” I persisted, still hopeful that I would get the request for a tissue. Finally, tired of my attempts, Amanda lifted the bag of potato chips that she was eating and, in a pre-schooler’s voice dripping with stinging sarcasm, says “Potato Chips?? Do you want me to wipe my nose with this???”

The boxes in my office...

In my office, my piles have piles. Except my piles are more like mounds. Sad, but true.

If a paper has been sitting in a box for almost a year and hasn't been filed, do I REALLY need it? There are several boxes waiting for me to have time to go through and recycle what needs recycling and file anything that must be kept. I will do that someday. No, really. I mean it. Just not this week.

Michael Andrew turns two!

We celebrated my son's second birthday yesterday. He blew out both candles all by himself. I am convinced he is a genius.