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Sep. 15th, 2011 02:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
treeskinIt is warm milk day, and I missed the memo. Since I wasn't paying attention, The Boy just trotted in with his sippy cup, stuck it in the microwave and hit the button for 30 seconds, took the cup out when it went ding, and trotted off sipping happily.
In other news, The Miss made it through her first two days of preschool without an accident. Yay for toilet training! She's still not consistent, but she's gotten much better the past week. She's hit a point where she doesn't want a diaper at all, even at night, so I'm doing laundry every morning, but I hope that she'll get past that soon.
She was much more cheerful, coming home from school today. And the note from her teacher said she was happier and more interactive than yesterday. So I think that, by the end of next week, she'll like school.
Had some phone calls from the local infant-child services agency. I know that The Boy needs the same help The Miss is getting at school, but there's something just off-putting about the people I'm talking to at the agency. I don't know what I'm reacting to, but I don't want those people in my house. Don't know what I'm going to do. I'm running all day as it is, trying to get everyone where they need to go, fed, and in clean clothes. Not sure I can manage another committee's worth of expectations.
In other news, The Miss made it through her first two days of preschool without an accident. Yay for toilet training! She's still not consistent, but she's gotten much better the past week. She's hit a point where she doesn't want a diaper at all, even at night, so I'm doing laundry every morning, but I hope that she'll get past that soon.
She was much more cheerful, coming home from school today. And the note from her teacher said she was happier and more interactive than yesterday. So I think that, by the end of next week, she'll like school.
Had some phone calls from the local infant-child services agency. I know that The Boy needs the same help The Miss is getting at school, but there's something just off-putting about the people I'm talking to at the agency. I don't know what I'm reacting to, but I don't want those people in my house. Don't know what I'm going to do. I'm running all day as it is, trying to get everyone where they need to go, fed, and in clean clothes. Not sure I can manage another committee's worth of expectations.
