..Blogger Frustration..

This post will be meaningless to all those who don't blog. (Blogger, are you reading this?  YOU SHOULD!)

I HATE the new picture adding process!  Does anyone else?

It's almost IMPOSSIBLE to use!  Or is it just the user?

I can't get my pictures where I want them.  It's very difficult to re-select a picture after you have added multiple photos.  I can't place smaller photos side by side.

GRRRRR!

If it's just me...can someone please tell me what I'm doing wrong?  Otherwise, I may stop posting photos, which will make Grandmas and Grandpas, Aunts and Uncles, Cousins and Friends very sad.

Won't it?

P.S.  Where did the spell check go? I nead mi spel chek!

..All by myself..

Ryland is at that stage where EVERYTHING has to be done all by himself. 

The most recent was putting on his coat and hat. 

Upside down!

But oh, so proud!

He wanted it zipped up, but it didn't feel right, so it would make him upset.  We would unzip and try to take it off, so we could put it on correctly, but that wasn't flyin' either.

Eventually, we just muscled the coat off, which resulted in a major tantrum.  That clearly was more trauma than he could take, he wouldn't take his coat off for several hours.

These days, it's his idea or it's not a good idea!

..Seven..

Boy do I feel old.  Ronnie turned 7 last Friday. Where did the time go?

He had a great birthday.  We had a small celebration Friday night and he had a friend to spend the night.  Then Saturday was the big fun.  Cake and ice cream, homemade pizza (of course that came before cake), and Jump Mania.  All in all I think he had a good day.

Yes! Just what I wanted.

A big boy deserves a big boy bike.

Trying out borthers new bike.

Due to previous trauma regarding the coat, he wouldn't take it off.

Masen playing with the baby blow up toys.

Jump mania was a blast!

..Dishwasher Drama..

It's Ronnie's daily chore to unload the dishwasher. This he knows.

Driving home from the store, I remind him that when we get home, he needs to quickly unload the dishwasher so I can do the dishes. I emphasize quickly because typically, it takes a good half hour and multiple reminders for him to stay on task.

5 minutes into the process this conversation ensues...

Ronnie, finish unloading the dishwasher please.

I don't want to.  I'm tired.

Okay, would you like to go to bed then?  (It's only 6:00pm)

Yes.

Are you sure? That means you are in trouble.

Yes. I'm tired.

Okay.  Go on up to bed, I'll see you in the morning.

I do the dishes.

Several minutes after completing the chore I hear...

Mom, I changed my mind.  I don't want to go to bed.  Can I do the dishes?  (Gee, how'd I know he wasn't really tired?)

The dishes are done.

Can I load the dishes?

Already loaded.

Can I switch the laundry?

There's no laundry to switch.

Can I fold the laundry?

(Where is this coming from? I'm totally floored! Maybe he needs to go to bed early more often.) 

Nothing to fold.

But Ryland doesn't have to go to bed yet!

Ryland wasn't asked to do the dishes.  You chose to go to bed.

NO FAIR! Dramatic pouting and face pulling.

I know.  Bummer! Go back to bed.

Peace and quiet 2 hours earlier than normal!

Now the question is...

What time will he wake up?

Bummer!

..You get what you get..

Ronnie has this little saying the he loves to chant when one of his friends is complaining.

I'm pretty sure he learned it from his dad.

You get what you get, and you don't throw a fit!

Somehow it'd be cuter if he actually practiced what he preached. But's that's beside the point.


I was being particularly lazy the other night and made box Mac'N'Cheese Scooby Doo (his very favorite).  He wanted a whole box.  I told him he had to share.  He argued.

Ronnie, you get what you get!

Hey Mom, where'd you learn that?

I guess we'll never know!