Quick Update

My trusty little iBook G4 is giving me all sorts of problems lately (shutting down at random times, applications crashing, applications that won't start), and it culminated today in a complete inability to start up at all. So I'm currently reinstalling the OS, and praying that that solves the problem.

In the meantime, I'm holed up in the office on the PC, so will keep this as brief as possible, so that I can get out to the comfort of my couch and TV : )

All is well with us. We had a wonderful Sunday afternoon visiting with some of Scott's cousins who we don't get to see nearly often enough. We stayed for dinner, and their two boys and our two boys spent most of the afternoon and evening playing in the basement playroom. The boys all got along really well, and it was great for all of us to spend some time together.

Lately if we tell Dante to do something that he doesn't want to do, he stops in his tracks, puts his hand out to motion to us to stop, and screams "GREEN MEANS STOP!"  I feel bad laughing at him when he's feeling so serious about the situation, but I can't really help myself.  

Gabe has had two days in the past week where he did such a great job of listening and following directions that his teacher made a point of telling me how well he had done. He was so proud of himself, and I was so proud of him. It's so nice to hear those things, and to see how happy he is when he knows he did a good job. He has his Valentine's day party on Friday, and he's so excited - and it was so cute how he came home and made sure to tell both me AND Scott that he's not supposed to bring in any candy.

I was very proud of him today, too - he has a bad habit of picking at his fingers - the cuticles, hang nails, etc. - and he fusses with them so much that he's made them bleed a few times. It almost made me cry to see how bad it looked the other day. It's just a fidgety thing he does, and we keep trying to tell him to stop, but I think a lot of the time, he doesn't even realize he's doing it - it's just mindless fidgeting. But today, he started picking at an area that had just started to get better, and he stopped himself and told me he needed a band-aid to put on it, so that he wouldn't pick at it anymore. A small victory, but a victory nonetheless.  

When we picked Gabe up from school today, I was talking to him about what he had done, and he mentioned to me that when he burps after eating his snack, all the girls say "eeeeewwwww!" I told him that perhaps he should try not to burp. That concept seemed lost on him. And a few minutes later, he and Dante started one of their infamous "poopy diaper" conversations (them saying 'poopy diaper" to each other and laughing), so somehow I suspect that he's still going to be burping after his snack tomorrow. He's going to make one fine husband some day.

Not to be oudone in the gross department, Dante has concocted two new culinary delights - meatloaf dipped in ranch dressing, and cheese quesadillas dipped in strawberry yogurt. Care to join us for dinner sometime?

Comments

[Wes]

I luv Dante. OK. Let's see if I get this right. Dee Dee is bitchin at me about, oh, I don't know, sitting around in my underwear unshaven, dirty clothes lying around all over the place. I throw up my hands and yell, "GREEN MEANS STOP!" Could you just get Dante's approval on that one? :-)