sit. roll. repeat.

We're still working on the sitting thing.

It's getting a little better.

Mostly it's an exercise in "how fast can I get out of this thing?"

Rolling, on the other hand, is mastered.  George rolled off the couch the other day.  I panicked for a bit, and so did he.  After 3 minutes of tears, we were both fine.  I want these boys to grow and be more independent.  But I also really love when babies stay where you lay them, sleep all day, and can't bang their head on the entertainment center across the room.  It's the double edge sword of parenting.  I love every new stage, but always miss the ones they've grown out of.

redemption

My kids have been mad at me this week for various reasons, including, but not limited to:

• not making what they like for dinner
• asking them to clean their rooms over and over again
• not spending $17 on a song download so they (she) can better memorize the fifty states and their capitals for a test on Friday. $17? What? (anyone have ideas on how to remember these?)
• not letting them watch FROSTY until their homework was done
• making them practice the piano and fill out their practice charts correctly

Yep, I guess I'm the mean mom. But I saw this yesterday on our patio table:

Apparently, somebody still loves me. And not just the 2 year old, unless he secretly knows how to write.