Mr. b and I continue to pick our battles. My sister sometimes claims that we're spoiling Kirk but I just don't see it. Why should I care if the boy wants to wear his jammie shirt as his shirt for the day? It's not like it's particularly obvious that it's pajamas. Why should I care if he wants to walk to the car barefoot? It's not cold out. Sometimes it's just easier to buy him the one dollar Spiderman ball rather than fight with him in the store. I'm not getting him a pony or anything! And we do have rules for him; I could never abide having a no-really-I'm-my kid's-best-friend parenting style. I'm sure things'll change as he gets older. For now? I'm sticking with the lazier method.
Random bits: today Kirk asked for milk on his cereal. That was new. He actually ate about two-thirds of the bowl, too!
He counts thusly: 1, 2, 4, 5, 6, 7, 9, 12. Every. Single. Time.
Play-Doh is endlessly entertaining. Meaning Kirk demands that we use certain colors in certain molds and then changes his mind in the middle.
Help! is now as popular as Yellow Submarine. "Darth Vader Movie" requests are bumping up in frequency as well.
Actual quote: "No, Dada. Don't ever touch Kirkie's green candy." Swearing can't be far off. Heh.
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