You Decide

You decide. Holding hands...? Or arm wrestling...?

Meanwhile, Big Brother is up to this:

I asked him what he was up to...and his reply, "I'm teaching my baby sisters some new tricks!"

Let the games begin.

Conversations about School

Occasionally I drive by Connor's new preschool (which he hasn't started yet) and point it out to him, and tell him how much fun it will be to go to school. Today, will all the kiddos in the car we did the drive-by:

Me: Hey look! Connor there is your new school!
Connor: Oh, that is where I will go to school?
Me: Yep, and it will be so much fun!
Connor: Will my baby sisters go with me?
Me: Well, they won't go to school until they get older. School is just for big boys and girls, not babies.
Connor (to the girls): Don't worry, baby sisters. I will take you to school. Yes, you want to go to school with your big brother? Oh you do? MAMA! (shouting) They want to go with me. I will take them I think.

So, I am thinking I will take him up on his offer and send him with at least one baby strapped to his chest in the Baby Bjorn. Imagine how much I could do with only one baby at home...I could probably come up with a solution to stop world hunger with all that free time.

Wake Up!

We thought it would be fun to wake up the big brother by surprising him with his sisters snuggling in his bed: We enjoyed it, but Connor...not so much!