i attempted to get a good shot of all three kids wearing their sunday stripes…

but you try getting three squirmy kids to sit still for an impromptu photo session…

i cannot wait for school to start next week. sure, they might look like little angels in the photo, but all play and no work makes Josh a dull boy. actually, it reduces him to a certain caveman-like status, complete with one-word sentences and heavy grunting. (the one-word response is also all-too Max from Max and Ruby-like for my tastes…)

“DRINK!”

“What’s that Josh?”

“DRINK!”

“You would like a drink? what can i get for you?”

“JUICE!”

“Can you figure out how to ask me using more words, um, like, shall we say, something like, PLEASE?”

“JUICE!”

“Josh, i’d be more than happy to get you some juice, if you and your five-year-old self can form a sentence and ask me politely.” (heck, i would have even taken it impolitely…if it was, in fact, more than one word)

“GRRRR!”

“Josh? I’m afraid if you can’t speak like a boy, you will have to leave the table.”

“GRRRR! JUICE!”

 

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mommy’s gone a little Jack Torrence on his little bum. (i considered using ‘on his ass’ but then i realized that a) this is my 4-year-old and b) he has no ass of which to speak. he’s all back and crack.)

**EDIT – just to clarify…since some of my readers haley-o seem to think that the above statement…the going Jack Torrence on his ass might mean that i spank my children. i do not spank them (some days i’d really like to…but i don’t. and i never will) the Jack Torrence reference just means that i’m going a little nuts with cabin fever and i need him to go back to school. not that i am spanking him. sheesh.

HELP!