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Food, Aaronisms and pictures...
Oct. 11th, 2006 01:11 amI improv'd peanut butter and banana oatmeal yesterday morning for breakfast; HIGHLY RECCOMENDED. All of my kids loved it, including Ananda who normally abhors bananas. I had also forgotten the joys of homemade applesauce, which all of my kids were thrilled to have for dessert.
Aaron has had a lot of very Aaron things to say lately. For instance we went outside the other day, and it was like...I don't know, 82 with a breeze? Which after months of mid to upper nineties is pretty awesome.
Aaron: Is it winter?!
Me: No, this is just the beginning of Fall.
Aaron: Is it going to snow?!
He also came up to Ananda and I to tell us that trains NEVER poop. Like, period, not ever. With great conviction. Then he walked away.
He's obsessed with batteries right now. Radio Shack is his new Disney World (it used to be the shoe store). Every old thing the kids have that has long gone dead is being ressurected, as he picks apart pieces with screw drivers to find round batteries, watch batteries, tiny batteries - and tries to understand why they are not all rechargeable.
The other night -
Aaron: (very distressed) Mom, my brain keeps telling me to do these things, so strong, and I can't fight it.
Me: Like what kind of things?
Aaron: (With extreme look of misery) Like to get the camera batteries and the blue spray paint off the counter and sneak them, and to hit Isaac.
Me: Well, I think you're doing pretty well by coming and talking about it instead of just doing those things. That's a good way to keep yourself under control.
Aaron: I REALLY WANT TO HIT ISAAC. He won't stop bothering me.
Me: Maybe anytime you feel like doing something you know you shouldn't do, you could come tell me and we can talk about it. It'll be easier than trying to resist by yourself anyway. And you can always tell me if Isaac is bothering you, and I can make him stop.
Aaron: (walks away with miserable, doubting look)
*a few minutes pass, and I'm at the kitchen sink*
Aaron: (walks up to me with VERY WIDE EYES full of tears, and hands full of batteries and spray paint) I just can't help myself! It's too hard!
Me: (admittedly trying not to laugh a little) Aww Honey. Geez. Ok, I know. Let me put all of these up here REALLY HIGH where you can't get them, and then you won't have to deal with fighting what your brain is telling you. You can just tell it, "Too bad, can't reach".
Aaron: Ok...can you put Isaac up somewhere too?
( On to the show )
Aaron has had a lot of very Aaron things to say lately. For instance we went outside the other day, and it was like...I don't know, 82 with a breeze? Which after months of mid to upper nineties is pretty awesome.
Aaron: Is it winter?!
Me: No, this is just the beginning of Fall.
Aaron: Is it going to snow?!
He also came up to Ananda and I to tell us that trains NEVER poop. Like, period, not ever. With great conviction. Then he walked away.
He's obsessed with batteries right now. Radio Shack is his new Disney World (it used to be the shoe store). Every old thing the kids have that has long gone dead is being ressurected, as he picks apart pieces with screw drivers to find round batteries, watch batteries, tiny batteries - and tries to understand why they are not all rechargeable.
The other night -
Aaron: (very distressed) Mom, my brain keeps telling me to do these things, so strong, and I can't fight it.
Me: Like what kind of things?
Aaron: (With extreme look of misery) Like to get the camera batteries and the blue spray paint off the counter and sneak them, and to hit Isaac.
Me: Well, I think you're doing pretty well by coming and talking about it instead of just doing those things. That's a good way to keep yourself under control.
Aaron: I REALLY WANT TO HIT ISAAC. He won't stop bothering me.
Me: Maybe anytime you feel like doing something you know you shouldn't do, you could come tell me and we can talk about it. It'll be easier than trying to resist by yourself anyway. And you can always tell me if Isaac is bothering you, and I can make him stop.
Aaron: (walks away with miserable, doubting look)
*a few minutes pass, and I'm at the kitchen sink*
Aaron: (walks up to me with VERY WIDE EYES full of tears, and hands full of batteries and spray paint) I just can't help myself! It's too hard!
Me: (admittedly trying not to laugh a little) Aww Honey. Geez. Ok, I know. Let me put all of these up here REALLY HIGH where you can't get them, and then you won't have to deal with fighting what your brain is telling you. You can just tell it, "Too bad, can't reach".
Aaron: Ok...can you put Isaac up somewhere too?
( On to the show )
