A run-down on the Mouthy Family this week:
Vincenzo is still struggling with grades. I don’t want to get into it because this isn’t like when he was 3 and I could post embarrassing pictures of him but it didn’t matter because he was 3. I have to worry about self-esteem and all that now. Anyway, tears have been shed, promises made, meetings attended, efforts redoubled, baby steps stepped. I remind myself that his very first career aspiration was to work the Slurpee machine at 7-11 and that dream is still completely within reach.
Wait—I just remembered that I still can post adorably embarrassing pictures of him!
Rocco’s been a superstar lately, coming home brimming with stories and ideas from the day. He’ll sit down next to me and explain how triangulation works, then debate with himself whether or not a baby could count all the grains of sand in the world, then ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up and he listens wholeheartedly to my answer. The other day he came up with the most marvelous invention ever. He drew it for me.
It’s the House Machine–a washer, dryer, and vacuum cleaner all in one–for people who can’t afford to buy all three. Vincenzo looked at it and said, “Give me a roll of duct tape and I’ll make you one of those this afternoon.”
Leo has been super emotional lately. Like, he’ll ask you if you know why all the cars on the ramp have to be facing that way and you’ll say, “I don’t know—I don’t see the sign,” and then he’ll lose his marbles, yelling, hitting, and ripping his shirt off because he wasn’t TALKING about a SIGN. Or he says he’s hungry and asks for snack options. I list a few. He yells, “THAT’S TOO MANY! I CAN’T THINK WHEN THERE’S THAT MANY!” So the next time I just give him a couple options. “I WANT MORE OPTIONS!” he yells. The next time I tell him to think of his own options. “I CAN’T THINK OF ANY! YOU TELL ME SOME!” At which point we both burst into tears.
Lately it’s so hard to get the boys to do something. Video games used to be their motivator. They’d ask what they needed to do to earn time and I’d say, “Clean your room, fold laundry, do your homework, and then you can play.” They’d jump to do it all. But lately, they ask what they need to do to earn video games, I tell them, and then they spend the rest of the day rolling around in their dirty laundry, dumping out more toys in their room, and forgetting about homework. I’ll ask them a couple more times to do their jobs. Then when it’s time to get ready for bed they say, “Wait! You forgot about video games!” And I’ll remind them of all the things they were supposed to do and they say, “But you never told me I had to do all that!”
Leo set his chick up like this and said, “Now chick has a place to rest his head.”
I get you, Chick. I get you.
I used to think I was pretty good at this whole parenting thing. Now I realize I should have picked an easier line of work. Like maybe being an air traffic controller. Or selling Slurpees.
WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE:
Brown sugar glazed salmon
Blackberry peach cobbler