ARE YOU KIDDING!?!?!!?!?

This kid is excited!  #2 is officially on the team that he wanted/should have been on in the first place. It only took an act of congress, lots of prayers, many texts, numerous phone calls to get him on the team.  I know that he would have done fine on the other team, but this morning he still said he just didn't want to play football if he couldn't play with his friends.  I mean, the kiddo is eight years old, can he just play some football with his friends?  YES HE CAN!!!!  

So when I found out he was put on the team, I wrote it on a post-it note and went to his classroom during his lunch and placed it in front of him.  I was so excited to see his face.  He read it and looked at a friend and...

#2:  Hey!  I'm on the Broncos now!!!

.....wait.  WHAT!?!?!!?  You told a friend before you even smiled at me?!?!!?  Are you kidding me?!?!!??!?!  Kid, I've made people mad all over this county to see if we could get you on one of your friend's team and you told a friend before you smiled at me!?!??!?!  ARE.  YOU.  KIDDING!?!?!!

#2 had his first practice today and was smiling from ear to ear....

Me:  How was practice?

#2:  It was great....I ran did lots of drills and ran a lot!

Me:  And that was fun?

#2:  It was great!!!

....apparently we have two different ideas of the word "great" and "fun".  If someone is making me run and do drills, there better be a prize....like money...or a smoothie at the end.  Is "sports" a love language?  Cuz this kid obviously has it!  

We're just not getting back into the groove of school yet with #1.  I'm guessing the paper that was stuffed in his folder about a project confirms that we're not there yet.....

Me:  #1....WHEN did you get this paper?

#1:  I don't know....maybe last week?

Me:  This is a project...it's due Friday...it's a project!

#1:  A project?

Me:  Yes....that's why it has PROJECT written on the paper!!!

#1:  I guess I just forgot.  I mean, I'm just not in the groove of 7th grade yet. 

Me:  Ugh!  I'm about to get you ready.....

#1:  I'll get the project done.

Me:  I know.

#1:  Okay...I need help.

Me:  With what?

#1:  This project.

.....7th grade might be the death of me....or of #1.  I mean.....FORGETTING A PROJECT!?!?!??  We haven't even been in school a month.  Lord help us....

And to end our night, we got our spelling sheet for #3.  He LOVES to do his spelling cuz he gets to be creative.  She sends home a sheet that looks like a tic-tac-toe board and he picks three of the squares to do throughout the week...and there's a free space.  Now, I've told her about getting rid of this "free space".  Nobody should have their child be so creative that the child wants a pillow to write their spelling words on.....nobody.  And what if he wants to do more creative things...like write on the walls, sky write with a plane, or write on the dog!??!?!

#3:  I think I know what I'm going to do with the free space this week?

Me:  What's that?

#3:  I'm going to write my words on a spoon!

Me:  On a spoon!!?!?!

#3:  Oh I've got one.....I can call Mrs. D and spell the words to her on the phone. 

Me:  (laughing)  Sounds good to me...tell her you need her number....you've got a new idea for a free space!  

This week starts "the house stays clean because we're never home to get it dirty" season.  We've got football practice, Communion Service, Worship Team rehearsal, Hubby's got a gig, getting ready for the dry run of Butler County......at least our house will stay clean in our busy life by numbers!

Oh Yeah, I'm THAT Mom.....

Me: Did you have fun?
#3: Yes I did!
Me: They are such a sweet family!
#3: Yeah....I could totally live with them.
Me: WHAT?!?!?
#3: Don't worry....you could live with us too....as the grandma!

....AS THE GRANDMA!?!?!?!  I might have some silver hair and I might love to be in bed by 8:45pm, but a grandma???  This kid sure does know how to pull my chain.  

In reality, I am SOOO thankful that #3 had such a great time with his friends on their play date.  Birthday parties and going to people's houses don't happen much because it's just not something I want to prep him for and I don't want to worry the entire time.  You know, worry about things such as.....

• *Is he hiding from them?
• *Will he eat anything?
• *What if he has a meltdown?

....the best text I got was after we had #3 in our car and the mom wrote me "Just so you know, we all love #3".  BEST.  TEXT.  EVER!!!!

On the way to school, #1 informed me that he had a science test.  UGH!!!  Kid, you didn't tell me about this test.  Now, I don't do his work for him, but I do check to make sure that he actually did the work.  I also like to know when he has a test so I can remind him to study....

Me:  What is the test over.
#1:  I told you.....Science.
Me:  So every piece of information about science is on this test?  Like how the blood flows in the body to how seeds grow to the decomposition of animals?
#1:  Don't be silly mom...it's about the elements on the periodic table.
Me:  (yeah, cuz he was that specific when he said "Science")  Okay....name me the information of three elements on the periodic table.
.....#1 proceeds to tell me more than I ever wanted to know about two of the elements on the periodic table....
Me:  I am very impressed.
#1:  Thanks...I really like Science.
Me:  Okay....
#1:  Okay, what?
Me:  Name me one more element and the information.
#1:  Seriously?  Don't be "THAT" mom.
Me:  "THAT" mom?  What is "THAT" mom?
#1:  You know, the one that says you're grounded for 24 hours and when it's been 23 hours and 58 minutes, you look at me and say you are still grounded for two minutes.
Me:  Oh honey.....I AM "that" mom and really, you'd be grounded for another 2 minutes and 1 second to make sure you got the full 24 hours.
#1:  You're killing me.
Me:  It makes life interesting for all of us...now give me the information to another element.  

.....my life has come to be sarcastic to my 12-year old.  I love this kid....but the sarcasm is totally blowing my mind with him.  Totally.  Blowing.  My.  Mind.  

Apparently #3's class got a class pet this week.....

#3:  We got a fish.  You know, I think I need a fish.
Me:  (trying to change the direction of this conversation) What is the name of your class pet.
#3:  We can call him Mr. Bubbles or Bubbles.  I first voted for Mr. Bubbles, but Bubbles is starting to grow on me.
Me:  I like Bubbles.
#3:  I think I'd like to bring the class pet home....you know....so he has people to talk to on the weekend.
Me:  I don't think you bring a fish home.  I mean, how would you get it home?
#3:  We buy a tank for our house.  I've been wanting a fish.
Me:  I don't think we need a fish.  We have a cat and a dog.
#2:  And let's face it....all of your fish have died. 

.....it's nice to have a child that is so blunt and sarcastic.  Kinda of reminds me of me.....just a little.  :) 

After a fabulous work day in Butler County today, we found out that #2 isn't on the football team that he should be on after playing for the Eagles.....

#2:  WHAT?!?!?!?  I can't do that!  I don't wanna be on a team that I've never been on...I don't even know those people.
Me:  We'll figure out what's going on.  I'm sure we'll get it all straightened out.
#2:  I mean, I want to play with my friends.....not against them.  MOMMMMM!  

.....I know he could play on any team, but he's such a team player and his friends are already split between two teams and he wouldn't be on either team.  He was so upset all afternoon.  Luckily, everybody we have spoken to has been extremely nice and understanding so we're hoping to hear something soon.  Poor kid wants to play....but with his friends.  

When we came home from our work day, our laundry room had water all over the floor...from under the dryer.  REALLY!!??!?!   And while #2 is putting towels over that, the dog gets in the litter box!  Seriously!??!?!  Then I stopped.  I looked at the #s and looked around.  Well played satan.....well played. After a fabulous day working to open the third campus, satan decides to step in and mess with us.  Nice.....but as a friend said, we're on the winning team.  :)

Speaking of our work day in Butler County.....Friends, I'm just gonna tell you that all the sadness and reservation about leaving the Bowling Green campus went away today.  The peace that God has given me was so overwhelming today as we set up classrooms and made lists of what we need.  I was blessed to work with a couple of friends in getting the classrooms set up and it makes me want to teach every one of these babies and make sure they grow to know who Jesus is.  We got to the building at 8:30am and stayed until 4:30pm....well, that's when I took the #s home.  I'm anxious to read the curriculum and hand it to my teachers and check in those babies and put the parents at ease and help with making sure that every detail is well thought out.  I mean, I am LOVIN' this!!!!!  And the #s...oh my...they were so good.  They played and they goofed off, but they really did help when we needed them to.  They were wiping toys and cleaning boxes and emptying trash and organizing.....I want the #s to feel that they have a hand in opening this campus....and today, I just know that they did!  It's amazing how God works....how He takes you out of situations, puts you in situations, closes doors, open windows, strengthens friendships, rekindles old ones, loves us, cares for us, protects us.  I am loved and I pray that I can show that love to these precious people that walk through our doors on September 13th.  I don't care what you look like, what your sin is, what you wear, what your past is, where you work......I want to show you Jesus....cuz He has pulled me out of valleys and I couldn't do life without Him.  In fact, without Jesus in my life, it just wouldn't be our life by numbers!

They're All in Rare Form

#3's teacher told me that #3 came up to her and said he was too tired to do his work.  So I asked him about it....
Me:  So, um, I heard that you were too tired to do some homework today.
#3:  No, I was too tired to do some CLASS work....not homework.
Me:  And why were you so tired?
#3:  We just had recess.  I mean, my belly is full, I just played with my friends.  It was nap time.
Me:  I'm glad you feel comfortable enough to tell your teacher how you feel, but let's be respectful and make sure you do what you're told.
#3:  (huge sigh) I was respectful.....I was so respectful that I was honest with her.  Being honest is being respectful.  Right?  You tell me to be honest.  And I did do my classwork.....I didn't want to be disrespectful.
Me:  Just.  Do.  Your.  Work.  The.  End.
#3:  Yes ma'am.
.....and this is where I bang my head against a brick wall, right?  So...this isn't the ADD.  This is the oppositional defiance disorder.....or maybe his stinkin' smarts.  I keep telling myself....just stay one step ahead....ONE STEP AHEAD!

So #1 fell today.  I can't tell if he's in pain or if he's exaggerating.  I don't know where he gets it, but he's kinda full of drama.  I told him that I would look at it....
#1:  You can't look at it.
Me:  Why?
#1:  It's my butt!  You can't look at my butt.
Me:  I'm your mother.  I've wiped your butt.
#1:  NO.....I want Dad to look at it.
(a few minutes later)
#1:  Can I take a bath?
Me:  Yes.
#1:  Can you help me make it?
Me:  Sure.....
#1:  OH NO!!!!  How am I going to get it?  It hurts to bend!
Me:  I'll help you.
#1:  NO.....I'll have to do it myself.
Me:  I thought you were hurt?
#1:  You're my MOM!
....and that's how it ended.  He got in and out by himself, but he's still in pain.  I've officially been made off limits to help my child's tushy.

And then we worked on #2's spelling words today...
Me:  You have GOT to remember to change the "y" to "i" and add "es".
#2:  Except in "supplying".
Me:  You're not spelling "supplies", you're spelling "supplying".
#2:  These rules!!!!  Why can't we just add "s" to stuff!?!?!?  This is ridiculous!  This language is crazy....make it easy people....it's English!  Right?
Me:  Supplying......
#2:  (huge sigh) s-u-p-p-l-y-i-n-g.....next crazy word.

There was a battle that was won today.....I got #3 to eat noodles with spaghetti sauce on it.  He came up to me twice and said he just "couldn't eat anymore"....so as I'm exercising, I tell him to bring me his bowl....

.....and yes, this is him eating noodles with spaghetti sauce, in my room, on my carpet, on the floor.....it took a while, but he ate some.....oh my crazy life by numbers!

He'll Find the Loophole in Anything!

If my life isn't funny enough, I am now trying to help #1 with playing the trombone.  Now, I know nothing....NOTHING...about the trombone.  I can help with percussion, I can help with flute, I can help with bass guitar and piano, and I can help with voice.....but I CANNOT help with brass instruments.  Well, there is something that is the same with all instruments....and that would be the scales.  As I've stated in a previous posts, I'm not a fan of sharps, but I know my flats.  And this would be where #1 and I butt heads......
#1: You are not right!
Me: Yes I am. You're playing it wrong.
#1: I am not!!!! You just don't know it!

Me: I don't know the E-flat scale?!?!?! Are you SERIOUS?!!!?
#1: Yes!
Me: I have a music education degree. I've had theory up to my ears....and you're telling me I don't know the E-flat scale?!?
#1: Maybe you learned it wrong. Maybe it's different now.
Me: (singing it to him) E-flat, F, G, A-flat, B-flat, C, D, E-flat.
#1: (sheepishly) Oh yeah.....A-flat is in that scale. I guess you were right.
.....MAYBE IT'S DIFFERENT NOW!!!??!?!?  Are you kidding me kid?  The most fabulous thing is that I am friends with his band directors and they did a fantastic job of making sure that #1 knows that there IS an A-flat in the E-Flat scale.  Thanks friends!  :)

To top it off, #3 was so excited about the grass he brought home from science class!  I mean, look at this precious face....

....I decided to ask him a few questions about his grass....you know, to see what he would tell me.... 

 Me: I love all that grass you grew!
#3: Oh that isn't grass. All that green stuff are all the thoughts that the seeds had. They thought a lot while they were in that dirt!
.....seriously, how in the world does he come up with this stuff?  Creative?  Yes.  Funny?  Yes.  Scary as heck to me?  Absolutely.

That's like in therapy today....
Therapist:  So you will sleep in Mommy's bed tonight, but tomorrow night you go to the mattress on the floor.  If you switch all week, we'll add another night next week on the mattress.  BUT.....if you get in their bed in the middle of the night, it won't count as sleeping on the mattress.
#3:  What if I sleep walk? 
Therapist:  You don't sleep walk.
 #3:  But what if I start sleep walking?  You never know when someone is going to start sleep walking.
Therapist:  You don't sleep walk.  You're not going to start sleep walking.  And it still won't count.
#3:  What if I put the sleeping bag on top of the bed?   Technically I'm not sleeping in her bed...I'm sleeping on TOP of her bed.
Me:  Do you see why I have to keep two steps ahead of him?
Hubby:  He's gonna be a lawyer....he can find the loophole in ANYTHING!
....and it's so true.  This kid.......oh my goodness this kid. 

So this weekend, #2 was sick.  I stayed home with him yesterday since the doc said that he couldn't go to school.  The kid slept all day....and I cleaned the house, washed the bedding, worked on school work, and sanitized anything that I could.  I can't stand people being sick, but it really freaks me out when it's someone in our house.  I mean, I almost left the school last week when someone sneezed on me....

Sometime this weekend I was trying to get #3 asleep....
#3:  I can't go to sleep.
Me:  You're not even trying.
#3:  What!?!??!  How do you know?
Me:  I know all.
(few minutes later)
#3:  I can't go to sleep.
Me:  Yes you can.  Close your eyes.
#3:  I hear Presley's (our dog) nails.
Me:  She's getting settled in to take a nap.  Be quiet.
#3:  I hear the dishwasher going on.
Me:  It's in another room.  Go to sleep.
#3:  Mommy?
Me:  What.
#3:  I can't go to sleep.
Me:  Why not?
#3:  I hear my heart beeping....and it just won't stop.
Me:  Go play. 
.....I can't win an argument with this kid...and sometimes, I just give up.  I mean, his heart is beeping....you're just not gonna win that fight.

#1 and #2 were arguing (about what, I have no idea cuz it could be just about anything).  #1 slipped over his own two feet.....
#3:  Well, isn't that something for karma.
.....how does #3 know about karma?  How does he use the word in a sentence?  Where did he learn this from?  We don't say the word "karma".  It's not in our every day vocabulary.  There's that lawyer in him coming out. 

And this is how I'll end my night.....

 

......#1 and #3 were so upset that #2 was sick that they got in bed and made sure they could be with him as they watched tv....but they're not too close.....nobody wants to get sick in our life by numbers!

Hey...There's That Strawberry....

We have had the worst weekend ever.  Well, let me take that back....it's been good because we've had to stay at home.  The worst part is that #2 has been sick all weekend.  Just some coughing....a fever Friday night...and puny.  Saturday he didn't pick up a football or a soccer ball all weekend.  We KNOW that he's sick if there isn't a ball flying in our den or kitchen at all hours of the day.  It was great to just be at home....just be schedule free. 

Last night, #2 didn't have a fever and felt much better.  This morning he woke up and was fabulous.  Then during the third service, they called me saying he felt bad again.  So we go home.  I called the doctor on call since he had a fever of 102.2....seriously dude?!?!?! 

Tech:  You could come now, but it's a two hour wait or you can come at 3:30pm and we'll get you in right away because you'll have an appointment.
Me:  Really?  I'll take the 3:30pm appointment.
....how is this even a choice?  Who would have chosen to wait for two hours?  Would someone actually pick to wait two hours in a germ infested place?  I guess some will....

We got there and #2 was tested for the flu, strep, had his white blood counted tested, and had a chest x-ray.  The way the doctor was talking, we weren't guaranteed that #2 was going home.  He kept saying that he sounds awful....and he was severely dehydrated. 

The nurse swabs #2's nose, throat, takes blood (out of both arms cuz the first one showed how dehydrated he was....no blood and no vein to be seen).  It was a fabulous way to spend a Sunday afternoon. 

The rest of the afternoon....
Doc:  Strep test came back negative.
....few minutes later....
Doc:  Flu test came back negative.
....few minutes later....
Doc:  White blood count is okay.
....few minutes later....
Doc:  Surprisingly, his chest x-ray looks clean.  We'll have the radiologist look at it, but at this point, we can rule out pneumonia.  We're going to treat him for bronchitis.  I'll tell you....I'm really glad for him....I thought you'd be spending the night somewhere else. 
....I'm hoping he meant the hospital....and not the morgue. 

So....as a mother, there are certain things I just can't do....spiders, snakes, and vomit might be my top three. After our wonderful afternoon in UrgentCare, we came home and #2 finally had an appetite. And less than an hour later, you guessed it, three times on the floor....
#2:  I'm so sorry.
Me:  It's okay honey.
#2:  Hey....there's that strawberry I ate.
Me:  Stop.
#2:  And is that my macaroni?  That's an entire noodle!!!!  WOW!!!!
Me: I love you...but stop. 

As I'm staring at the kitchen floor, #1 was asking if he could help and #3 saying "ewwww", I realized that Hubby wasn't home.  Why wasn't he home?  Did he plan this?  Doesn't he know I can't do vomit?  Then it came to me....I had two options: clean or leave (I mean, the dog was ready and willing to help).  No paper towels in our house.....I used a 1/2 of a container of napkins, a trash bag and held my breath the entire time.  I stayed calm.  I didn't cry.  I didn't vomit myself.  I just cleaned it up.  ALL. BY. MYSELF.
#2:  Can I have my water?
Me:  I can't get it for you right now.
#2:  I can't take this medicine without my water.
Me:  I have macaroni and cheese on my house shoes....you are NOT getting your water right now. 
#2:  Okay. 
.....so right now, I'm going to check on #2, tell #1 and #3 to go to bed and get some sleep.....I'll be staying home taking care of #2 tomorrow in our life by numbers!

No, I'm Not Kidding

I had a kid sneeze on my foot today.  I'm not kidding.  I was wearing sandals.  It took everything in my power not to walk out of the classroom, get in my car, go home, take a shower, and hide myself in bed for the rest of the day.  Since I couldn't leave, I grabbed four tissues off my desk, grabbed my hand sanitizer and poured it all over my toes and shoes.  Then I got a Clorox wipe and wiped my foot and shoe again.  All this happened while my kiddos were learning the difference between a strong beat and a weak beat.....there's nothing like stomping to get the snot out of your shoe to show a strong beat.  Guess what....it's the second time this has happened this week....at two different schools.  It might be time to wear rain boots while I teach elementary school children. 

My precious #2 fell asleep on the way home from school today.  That's not unusual, BUT his fever was.  When we got home it was 99.9.  We got home and he fell asleep.  Poor kiddo just doesn't feel good.  What in the world?   He was fine when I took him to school.  Did someone sneeze on his shoe????  So we're home tonight....no errands,  no eating out.  It's been nice....except for the crying spell from #2 about how we didn't run errands or take him out to eat.  Kid's got a fever and he doesn't care at all about infecting the world.  At least he's covering his mouth when he coughs.....

#3 got to write about himself this week in one of his classes at school.  I love reading these because there is always that element of surprise.  You know, the one that says something about your family that makes you think "did the teacher read this and do I need to explain what really happened"!??!?!  Well, I got this in #3's folder today......

....and under "Things that bug me", #3 wrote "flies, brothers and bedtime".  Brothers...his brothers bug him.  That's nice to know.  And what about the picture of him?  I mean, what exactly is the black thing on the yellow body?  His face?  A mask?  Are we seeing things differently in the mirror?  I do like that he says he likes to read....might make our reading log a little easier this year.  I HAVE PROOF YOU LIKE TO READ SON!

And to end tonight, I'd like to show you the beautiful poem that #1 wrote for one of his classes.  It's like a mad lib assignment....

and I have laughed until I cried....I mean, look at what he said "I am from toilet paper to Oxyclean to couches...."....
Me:  Okay, explain this to me.
#1:  Well, we go through a ton of toilet paper.
Me:  And the OxyClean?
#1:  DUH!  You like everything to be clean......and make us do it.
Me:  And couches?
#1:  Every time I come home, you've added more to the couch. 
.....sounds like he's got some issues we need to work on!?!?!?!

This girl is going to bed to have nightmares of germs all over my shoes and boogers comes to get me...it's never dull in our life by numbers!

I'm Not a Fan of Sharps....

This warms my heart......I obviously mean the "campus portal" notification.  I hated learning the chromatic scale when I played flute.  I also am not a fan of sharps which is probably why I don't like the chromatic scale.  I used to change all the sharps to flats in my band book and get in so much trouble.  I'm so proud of #1 and his hard work in band.  He keeps saying how much he loves it and his teachers and how much he enjoys playing the trombone.  I am BLESSED that he loves music....cuz I sure didn't think he'd follow in our footsteps at all when it came to music. 

Last night there was an issue.....it goes something like this.....



.....yeah, we had a meltdown.  During this meltdown, he fell asleep in Hubby's closet.  We debated on whether to leave him there, but I sure didn't want him to wake up and be upset.  This meltdown was short-lived...like only about five minutes.  YAY for baby steps! 

Today was a great day!  I am getting used to my schedule and actually using my planning to get a ton done...and I've decided to get out and talk to people more.  What is this new leaf I've turned over?!?!?!?  Stay calm people....it's only the third week of school...I'm sure I'll slack and hole myself in my room, work more at home and find a problem with my schedule soon.  Don't panic folks....all will be right with the world soon! 

Well I'm guessing #2 really did learn his lesson about making sure that he had the correct homework finished each night.  Tonight he checked two or three times, we checked the e-mail that one of his teachers sent AND he went over his agenda.  He said he never wants to run the track an extra lap again and he wants to eat in the classroom every Friday.  Lesson learned?  We shall see! 

Picture this......#3 has been EXCITED about doing his homework all week.  The one he wanted to do today was write his teacher an e-mail using his spelling words.  He's been thinking about this e-mail all week and wanted to wait until tonight to do it.  Well......

......you guessed it, he forgot ALL that he wanted to say.  I'm pretty sure this meltdown lasted from 3:50pm to 5:45pm.  I would love to say that I'm exaggerating.  I would love to say that he's crying with laughter.  This was pure crying for 1 hour and 55 minutes.  Crying.  Screaming.  Stomping.  Pouting.  And #3 was crying too.  So we finally got math and spelling finished.  This is on top of working with #2 with his spelling and #1's vocabulary words.  Seriously folks.....ONE HOUR AND FIFTY FIVE MINUTES!!!!  And yes, I did try to hug him....and yes, I got hit...and yes, I decided I wasn't hugging him anymore during this meltdown.  I mean, I feel so stinkin' sorry for him.  I'm soooo glad he feels comfortable to do this at home....mostly because I don't want him to feel comfortable to do this at school or someone else's house.  That's my worst fear....I mean seriously, a HUGE fear of mine.  The therapists keep saying that he has so much anxiety, fear, anger, sadness, etc. inside of him all day that he has to let it go.  This could be anything from getting an answer wrong on a test to a friend looking at him wrong.  Just breaks my heart.  

But.....we did get homework finished!!!!  He also wanted to write his words in shaving cream.  WE DON'T HAVE SHAVING CREAM!!!!!  Okay...calm down Kelley.  I can do this.....
Me:  We have lotion.
#3:  (starting to cry)  I can't use lotion....I have to use shaving cream.
Me:  No you don't!!!!  The paper says you can be creative!  So....let's do some calming lotion. 
#3:  What?  I can? 
Me:  Yes....see...and while we use it, it smells good and will calm us all.
#3:  Okay. 
....."okay"?  OKAY!?!??!?!  That's all it took?!?!!?!?!  I'll lather you in calming lotion if that's all it takes child.  How can I not be smart enough to find the key thing that turns off this crying?  I'm pretty sure that if I could read his mind, we would avoid most of these meltdowns.  WHY DON'T I HAVE THE SUPERPOWER TO READ MINDS?!?!?!?!

So here is us working on writing his name in "please let us get through this homework so Mommy doesn't have a meltdown", I mean, "calming" lotion.....

.....as you can see, we started with #3 "erasing" the word if he messed up, but he didn't like the lotion on his fingers.  Oh course he didn't.  So I ended up being his "eraser" and he used a pencil to write the words.  You know, whatever works friend.....whatever works cuz I'm just living in our life by numbers!  :)