Sometimes you win...

sometimes you lose. Me, I prefer to win. Today I think I lost or maybe just lost "it".  Noah plays me like a fiddle. He just looks at me with those big, brown eyes and I cave. He knows it and I know it.  I threaten the corner a lot more then I send to the corner. I don't spank. He's not fond of listening to me but you better believe he listens to his daddy. His daddy usually means business. Today I made the decision to be a little more tough, to say what I mean and mean what I say, to follow through, and to stick to a routine. Wish me luck because I'll need it.

He found a lady bug today and was so intrigued by it.

 

We said goodbye to Sue today. Sue was Noah's speech therapist that came to our house once a week. Now that he is turning 3 he has to move to a different program. It will be a speech class with other kids.  I hope there is a way to take him. I can't stand the thought of him riding the "bus". He's just a kid.

This is Sue. Noah took the picture.

It's true that when Asher hears music he twirls his little feet. Also true that Heath and I talk on Skype during the day if it's going to be a long one.