Fall, Farts, & Fasting...
*It's the last day of September. It's cool and windy here. Fall has definitely arrived. I need to do some Halloween decorating with the kids this weekend. Before I know it, snow will be on the ground. Heh. In a weird way, I kind of miss the snow after such a scorching summer. As is typical in Chicago, we go from summer straight to winter and vice versa. Spring and fall are short here.
*I got home from work the other day and Liv couldn't wait to tell me that a kid farted in class. The whole class erupted with laughter as the teacher explained, "THAT was gas." There wasn't a dry eye in class. She couldn't wait to go to school the next day to see if that same kid would fart again. I love kindergarteners.
*Jack is doing very well in school. He's a little soldier. He tackles his assignments, on a mission to complete them. I just wish he would eat. Something. Anything. This is Week Four of his "hunger strike." If he doesn't eat something healthy soon, he's going to see the doctor. He just wants to eat junk food, nothing healthy. We offer many different choices of his favorite foods; he just doesn't eat at all. If it's not fruit snacks, he doesn't want it. We've tried everything and now we feel that this has gone from a typical food phase into a habit. Livie even tried telling him that if he didn't eat, he was going to die. I think his body is trying to tell me something, but I don't know what. He might see the doctor next week if this keeps up. He eats just enough to get by, but he's not getting anything nutritious except his gummy vitamins. I'm going to try power bars; he might think they're candy or something and maybe he'll eat them. The next step is the doctor. We can't do this forever.
*I'm so glad it's the weekend. I need one day to sleep late, if I let myself. It's nice to think I could, if I really wanted to, but I never really let it happen. A girl can dream, right?