Really, my kids can fight like champions. All day long, one-on-one, two-on-one, all three against me. We ARE the Bickersons. They have been around each other too long. Next year I'm saving my money for summer camps in August.
In the orthodontist's twelve years of practice, no kid has ever broken a thumb crib. Until Caroline. He took the molar bands out. No more thumb crib. It's over. I'm going to try the toxic, nasty tasting nail polish on her thumbnail. Hopefully that will stop any backsliding. So there went a couple hundred dollars down the drain.
Sigh. I'm reaching that antsy, end-of-summer place. And I'm afraid that in three weeks I'll turn around and find myself wishing for summer again. How to bring the fun back when we're all tired of looking at each other?