Wm has been chugging along nicely. He is liking second grade, has made a new "best friend" who he is raising hell with, and loves his teacher. Steve and I went to Curriculum Night and were really impressed with her as well!
Wm has also found some new game on the iPad with which he has a love/hate relationship. He loves to play, but freaks out when he loses. Then he cries and/or pouts around. So the last time he was having one of his fits over a loss, I couldn't resist taping him. You can't hear the soft snuffling and weeping going on behind the pillow very well, but, trust me...it's there.
My favorite part is when he still wants to be totally evil, but doesn't have the guts to ignore my counting. I only get to 1 before he jumps into action. We have never gotten to 3 - I have no idea what would happen if we did. Luckily, Wm is scared enough of the implied consequence that the counting still works. God help us when he realizes we have nothing.
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