Into September already and it's still 100 degrees before noon. Nina ate a whole nectarine today and has had five dirty diapers. Visited yet another park in Sacramento today...a few other kids in the playground and Kai was psyched until they left. Then he started bullying the toddlers so we didn't stay long; just long enough for Nina to get a big red sore on her chin. Came home and Kai did potato stamping and painting which meant he stamped and painted himself, and I kept Nina occupied with a paintbrush and applesauce on her highchair tray. Feeling like I need a mantra or daily affirmation to stay patient with Kai. Leave him in the bathroom to poop and he squirts out all the toothpaste or unrolls all the floss or pulls the towel rack out of the wall. Leave him in the bedroom for a timeout and he rolls Nina's crib across the room (scratch scratch the floors) or does dangerous flips over his old crib, or yanks on the blinds til they fall down. Leave him out in the living room while I put Nina down for a nap - wow! He's been reading to himself quietly for almost a half-hour (this is after all watching and treats were taken away for the day because he...I don't remember now what he did!). But oh how I do love this little tornado. Yesterday went to farmer's market in Davis and he fearlessly scaled the rockclimbing wall to the top several times, his tan little calves shaking and his hair wet with sweat, cheeks brilliant red. Followed by a trip through the market where he couldn't keep his hands off the samples and ended up dumping out the melon, then shared his lemonade with Nina which ended up all over her shirt. A band played Route 66, which he knows from Cars, and he kept shouting for more Cars songs. Asked me if we could be in that band someday.
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