Breakfast Buds

Wm has destroyed every dining room chair he's ever sat in through vigorous and intense activity (such as rocking it back on its legs, leaning on it weirdly, and dancing around in it). So we decided he no longer gets a chair and put a bench on that side of the table. It's impossible for him to break a bench! The added benefit is that Schroeder now has a place to sit next to him. They are Breakfast Bench Buddies. We took these pictures of them this morning:

Steve captured the BBBs eating some toast and being cool

I got them eating yogurt and looking sleepy

You will also notice that Wm got a nice haircut yesterday! His school pictures are next week, so we needed to groom him up.

Wm not only destroys chairs, but he is King of Crumbs. He could make crumbs when eating pudding. I swear to god, that kid is the messiest human alive. So this weekend, I told him he had to vacuum the dining room because it was littered with peanuts and cheerios from his trail mix. He got on it!

Working hard!

As expected, he did a craptastic job. But, he's figuring it out and he did try his best. I just had to go over it again when he was distracted so it was done in an acceptable manner. Wm is pretty nice about helping around the house. We are currently working on rinsing our dishes and putting them in the dishwasher consistently. I do, however, wonder if that kid is right in the head sometimes....

Me: Hey, please make sure to put the water bottle from your backpack on the rack.
Wm: OK. [goes and gets water bottle]
Me: Don't put it next to the sink. Put in ON THE RACK. You keep putting it next to the sink like it's dirty, but you need to use it tomorrow!
Wm: Got it. [sets the water bottle next to the sink]
Me: WILLIAM!!!!
Wm: What?
Me: You are killing me! PUT. THE. WATER. BOTTLE. ON. THE. RACK.
Wm: Oh. OK.
Me: [intense inner monologue about idiot child that I repressed so I won't damage him - just glared at him while he smiled sheepishly]

Yesterday was a long day, but right before I left, a student brought me homemade cookies she had put in the cutest little jar as a thank you for writing her a reference letter! They were GOOD. We feasted on them after dinner. It is a bit like rolling the dice since some crazy ailment is tearing through the student population like wildfire. She looked healthy and there was chocolate involved...and we like to live dangerously.

Dangerous

OH! Also, this is just fun. Yesterday, I called out, "hey, poopface!" and both Wm and Steve immediately went, "what?" HAHAHA! Trained 'em up right.