Miscellaneous

My kids. They make me cry. They make me laugh.

Zak needs everything orderly. He gets that from his mother. Yesterday he wasn't letting his sisters put the trains on the track until he got the entire thing built, all the way down the hall, into my bedroom and the bathroom. That's torture for a 2 and 4 year old. So they ignored him. And it sent him into a tail spin. Life is so simple at age 6.

I'm going to try to describe this next bit to the best of my ability because it was hysterical. Still at the scene of the tracks and trains, I hear a swooshing noise made by some little mouth. Then I hear "Hey Rene', go do that to Zak". (that was Paige) So in comes Rene' to my bedroom where Zak is diligently building his track and she sticks her train in his face and starts moving it in circular motions while making swooshing noises with her mouth. This pretty much was the undoing of Zak for the rest of the evening. He couldn't recover. And he was off to bed early.

So i took the afternoon off the other day to go to Paige's last day of preschool picnic. It was a nice family outing. Then we went to pick up Zak at school and I was being a little bossy I guess about the pick up line and how Andy should move through it. He replied "This is no longer your turf. Its mine. So back off." (snicker). Guess he told me. He pointed out the moms who chronically cut in line, the moms who dress up a little too much, the ones who don't dress up enough, and then carried on a nice long conversation with the teacher.

He's the best.