We've decided to get down to business, and crack down on our bottle habit. We are 7 years old, and bottles should have no place in our lives.
Zack is not accepting it all that well.
AJ is having a lot of sympathy pains. He keeps coming over to rub Zack's back. Then he looks at me and says "good boy." I'm forever being prompted by these boys. I'm not sure who is raising whom, some days.
I've put away the bottles, which is good, because Mark can't break down and give one to him. And bad, because I know where they are, if I'm the one who breaks down. I know, I know, I should throw them away and get them completely out of the house so it's not even an option to break down. It's a crutch, though. I will be as strong as I can be, but I don't know what's going to happen. I can't throw away the crutch. Yet.
We will see how the next few days go.
Zack has been carrying on with the pink shirt, as usual.
Today at school a little girl in Zack's class was wearing a brightly colored shirt, with butterflies on it. Apparently Zack followed her around like a little puppy at recess. Kept trying to touch her shirt. The teacher explained to the girl that Zack's sister had a shirt just like it, She said it was very cute and the girl was a good sport about it. I hope so. I hope it wasn't creepy. Here at home, or in our neighborhood, with people he knows well, it's cute. I hope it didn't make the girl think he was weird.
AJ and one of the little neighbor boys had some bubbles as an appetizer before dinner tonight.
2 days ago
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