The boys seem to enjoy being back in school. I think. No one slept well last night. We kind of created a monster with Cheese Puff after his tonsillectomy.
But it's so hard to be mean to that face when he appears by the bed at 4 in the morning, demanding food and drink. He's also loud when doing the demanding.
We're trying yet another thing to stop the thumb-sucking. A friend recommended an elbow sleeve for tennis players. She used one with her daughter. She gave us theirs. It's kind of working. Maybe. Oh, I want it to. We realize the biggest thing is getting him to want to stop.
This one had to present a story board at school this week. He did it the wrong way. It was supposed to be the other direction, but he'd already started when I noticed that. He worked hard on it, and did the first Harry Potter book. We knew he wouldn't place, since it was going the wrong direction. But he worked very hard on it, and was proud of it. We're proud of him.