The plug is for my friend Erik. Not my son, my son's namesake. He got a new blog! We are totally taking over the world people, get on the bandwagon quick! Here's the address if y'all want to take a looky-loo:
Jonni's been in school for a week and a half now. She comes home everyday with something, and sometimes several somethings, new she's learned. A few days ago, or maybe it was yesterday, I can't remember, we were driving around town. We do this frequently, trying to get to know our new hometown, and find important stuff, like the post office. Jonni started counting, and she got to 115. I thought this was very impressive. She needed very little help to get that far, and we never flat out told her what the next number was, just helped her figure it out on her own. Later, I asked her if she learned that at school, since she's been learning so much. "No," she replies, "I just wanted to see how high I could count." That's m'girl.
We are having a smallish problem with Jonni going to school, in that Erik is very disappointed that he isn't. Almost everyday he comes up with a new tactic; at first it was tears and fits. Then he asked and asked and asked, and I just patiently (and then less patiently as time wore on) explained that he was too little. The next day he spent a significant amount of time trying to convince me he was six. Today he just boldly announced that he was going, end of story. I again explained that no, he couldn't go yet, he wasn't old enough. Jonni piped up that yeah, he was too little, and she gets to go because she's firstborn. With no thought at all, Erik shot back "Oh yeah? Well I get to go grocery shopping!!"
Man I love my kids.
The Almighty Liz