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The children got along today. All day. Got along. No kicking each other. No screaming at each other. No timeouts.

Who are these children? Can I keep them?

Usually there's a lot of the boy teasing the girl, then baby girl gets bossed around by the girl, then baby girl gets bossy back and yeah, it's downhill from there. The only tears, most times, are from the dictator but she's the drama queen. I think we'd be shocked if she didn't toss a fit.

The Concerta is still keeping the boy up until, well 11 since he's up right now. He's taken to playing on Daddy's laptop in Daddy's bed until he gets super tired. I've decided to just go with it. He hasn't been tired in the morning or during school. I let him sleep as late as he wants on the weekend. Perhaps he'll go to bed at a normal time somewhere in the future but for now, we're ok with this plan.

Plus? He is so super excited about going back to school tomorrow. Lord please let this be his "normal" reaction and all the troubles we had until last week were the "phase" he grew out of. I love this reaction from him. He always has something he forgot to tell his teacher and he can't wait to tell her the next day. We "race" to the bus because he still has the transition issues (getting on the bus, getting off the bus, getting in/out of the van). I don't know how many more races we can do though. The baby baking belly is getting rather large. I just waddle quickly. He giggles at that. Says I look like a penguin. Hmph. Good thing he's cute.
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Momo Fali said…
Sigh...my kids used to get along. I can hardly keep them in the same room without a fight. My son still wants to play and hang out with his big sister, but she just turned 10 and is so "Ugh (eye roll). OVER little brothers." I am dreading the teen years.
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