I have a myriad of ideas on how to teach Gardner the things he's ready to learn....now, if I could just DO it, that's all! He's already repeating every object we name for him. I know he's nearing the age when he can absorb information such as colors, shapes, numbers, and the alphabet. But I know that if I don't set aside specific time to work on these new skills, it will be haphazard and unplanned. I don't want him to have to depend on a preschool to teach him these things. My aunt Melinda gave me a simple yet indispensible tool....a wipe-off schedule calendar to put on the refrigerator. Now, I am already very planned as far as meal times and especially nap times go. This intends to delve much deeper. Yes, I have seemingly grafted into the pool of soccer moms who schedule every day down to the minute....or have I? Am I simply a mom who wants to know what her day has in store....with a toddler who, with an even greater desire, wants to know what his day ha...
I experienced just this morning the scariest five minutes of my life (well, sort of)..... Somehow, I got locked outside. I was out in the garage trying to get paint supplies, Gardner ran out with just a diaper on, and the cat was under our Jeep (who knows how she got out). I grabbed the cat, then picked up Gardner, depositing him inside. The door shut, I said, "Oh, no," and felt the doorknob. Yep. Locked. I quickly reviewed in my mind as to whether there were any other unlocked doors, upstairs or off the patio. Nope. I began to feel the cat's claws digging into my sides, with her starting to panic, sensing my stress. I threw her into the storage room. As I neared the door again, I could hear Gardner figiting with the lock on the doorknob. "Gardner, sweetie....open the door for Mommy. Open the door. Turn the lock. See that little button on the door? Turn it. TURN it. Open the door for Mommy." More figiting. A giggle. I began to violently crank a...
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