At this point we've finally gotten settled into our routine. Which typically consists of screaming at Caitlyn to hurry up so I'm not late for work every morning. And MacKenzie screaming at us to hurry up and get her dinner ready every night when we get home. She has really turned into quite the crankster. It seems like there is some invisible switch that gets tripped at precisely 5pm that turns her from a sweet, happy, playful toddler into a mean, nasty little girl. She can throw tantrums with the best of them, and she's not even 2 yet. I think we are in some serious trouble with this one.
We had conferences for Caitlyn last week. She got all 1s (which apparently is good), however, they felt it very necessary to mention that if she doesn't learn how to stay on task she will not do that well in 3rd grade. I'm torn between being happy that someone else finally noticed she has an issue with that, and being upset that instead of giving us suggestions on how to help her, the teacher simply stated that she needs too much help. Isn't that kind of the teacher's job, to help the kids who need help? I can't imagine she is the only one in the class that has this affliction. Oh, and the other new revelation, is that she doesn't speak properly so they will be having her meet with a speech therapist. Lots of fun stuff in store for her this next quarter I guess!
And in 7 more weeks we will be adding another one to the fun. I have been trying to get Bill to paint her room so we can get it set up, but he informed mel ast night that he isn't going to paint yet because he's just sure the ultrasound tech is wrong and it's going to be a boy. So, if anyone would like to come paint for me I'd be super happy! :) I'll even bake you something, your choice!
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