Peanut's world

You smiled when I put in the cloud, the plane, and of course you( you have a fever today)....

Technically the last day of school!

Technically yes. Tomorrow is the last day of your preschool.

Can't believe it. This year has been the pinnacle of your naughty phase. You both even have a reputation as being little monsters. There is gossip going around about my leniency and my aggressiveness/passivity.

Don't worry about reputation. It's the crowning glory of social existence.

The day after I'll be launching you in a tiny school near home. Hope it works out for you and them. You'll have a snowballing of relatives this month, so you will freak out. You do read Boswell the kitchen cat when you are with me, but come the outsider and you lose all bearings and celebrate! Many misunderstand your boisterousness.

Wonder what we'll make of it years ahead!:)

Kaas

That's what you say when you see Gandhi's picture. Changing times- changing ideas:)

Growl and Peanut, you've become really imaginative always pretending you are someone else in an imaginary car with a cupboard key that could be the real Key.
You haven't outgrown pouring the Lizol, drinking cough syrup by yourself or throwing sugar around. But you have changed a little. You're connecting now.

If I put on my shirt, the cream I like that you smeared on my forehead will go. So don't put the cream:Peanut

I don't want to have lunch. I'm not hungry : Growl and his anti-food tactics. Why are you so disinterested in food?

Fracture healed.......

Growl, your hand is still bent a little. But the cast is off.

You two were elated at an egg cafe yesterday. You run around in circles with knives and forks and say things like:

Catch me soo soo sam

Of course we couldn't really enjoy dinner at all.

I tried to sit you down and make you write your ABCs. That seems to be a bad idea especially for Peanut. You like the story about Daisy duck looking for her mother but you like keys the most- keys belonging to all your relatives.

I've oiled your hand Growl, hope it straightens in six months......

Gone granny,gone aunt

You like to irritate them, don't you? In the morning you asked where they had gone. Then nothing. I find you more paternal. But there is a time when the maternal matters. Unfortunately, it is the bad times.......

You've also become far too playful. Don't count, don't read. Only play. I feed you more Bread and Cream...that's all you seem to like.

You also spit on everyone and everything. Run around with the toothpaste and shaving sticks and knives. Open the fridge-close the fridge. Today the TV's dead, everyday you're on a killing spree. One day we went to a mall, all of us together, and you created such a ruckus, I had to have a dose of pain killers.

Some days I decide, I have Failed.

Other days, I say I'm proud that you are so liberated in all you do-especially crying.

Found a new site for you:

http://pbskids.org/teletubbies/splat.html

Before the fracture

Peanut, Dance will you!

Dance Peanut...even if Growl has a fracture don't throw away your chance:)

I can't believe the way your teachers can't see that this is the way you show your love. Just hope Peanut that you do the dance today....practise and then perform on March 7. I've got your tux ready.

Yesterday I had a check up and it got me thinking about life. You guys have to make the most of life. That makes for happy memories.....