Oh for the love of... a fake knife, Shelley? What, so he can re-enact the fight scene from West Side Story? ;) Ugh. Anyway, I'm sure it goes really well with the boy's plastic guillotine playset and stash of "hide-in-me" plastic dry cleaning bags.
L, I got the shivers reading that R is getting so much out of school. I'm sorry that his homework has become a big time-eater, but it sounds to me not like he's struggling, but he's really getting into it. Perhaps C is going to grow up to be the efficient administrator and R will turn out to be the artsy one. In any case, it seems like boys have a less complicated time with making friends, so the fact that C hasn't found it as easy to make friends doesn't surprise me. I'll be she's going to make some really deep friendships throughout her school years.
Bodhi has started to "make up" my parents' language when he hears them speak it and tries to join in their conversations. He knows it's not Spanish, but I guess to him it sounds like they've got marbles in their mouths because that's what his gobbledy gook language sounds like to me.
Bodhi is downstairs now in the playroom with his little best buddy, Santi, whom I'm watching until after dinner. His mommy and daddy are at a benefit for a friend of theirs running for Congress or something. I was really excited to have Santi over as our little charge - completely flattered that they trust us to look after him and stoked that Bodhi's friend is over for an extended play date. This is what I pictured being a mom was going to be like - Bodhi having friends over to play. I got all these snacks (Santi is a bigtime snacker) and DH has stuff to make his special pizza. I'm going to make spaghetti bolognese to go with it. I've been banished from the downstairs, so I am typing from the top of the stairs so I can keep one ear on them. I've already run down once to broker an agreement on who was going to get to pull Ferdinand's coal car (why, Santi, the boy holding Ferdinand, of course!). And I told Bodhi/Thomas that he had to pull Percy's mail truck because Percy was sick with a head cold.
I asked them who wanted something to drink. They both yell out, "Me!!" So I ask them what they want to drink. They both look at each other and somehow make up their minds to both yell, "Milk!" (Bodhi) and "Milk, please!" (Santi). So I answer, "OK, 2 milks coming right up!" And Bodhi corrects me, "No, down. You mean 2 milks are coming down." The wisenheimer. ;)