Squidbits from May

I don't know what to say about this month. I've been changing my meds, sleeping poorly, and it's been kind of a rough time Squidwise, too, as he navigates the confusing waters of threeness. We had a good weekend aside from the part where I closed the car trunk on his fingers and we had to have x-rays at the Urgent Care clinic, but on the whole, May was kind of for the birds. He's picked up a bunch of language I'm not happy to see, including "I don't like you," "gun," "shoot," "leave me alone," "that's not fair," and "kill." Sigh. There was no way we were going to get out of that, of course, but I can't say I'm overjoyed.

I really don't know what to say, overall, so I'll just leave you with photos and a few conversational snippets and hope I do better next month.

Squid, piping up from the backseat, after getting in trouble: Mommy, it makes me sad when the angry comes out your mouth.



Squid: Aaaaah-CHOO!
Me: Cover when you sneeze! Come on. You know better.
Squid, scowling: I don't know better. I don't trust you.



Me to Squid: What do birds eat?
Squid: They eats little aminals!
Me: They do?
Squid: Yeah! The robins eats the worms!
Me: That's right, they do, and hawks and owls eat squirrels, too.
Squid: They eats squirls?
Me: Sometimes, yes.
Squid: No.
Me: Oh, they don't? What do they do, then?
Squid: They fly and the tweets come out of they mouf!



Me: What did you do at preschool today?
Squid, solemn: I was having bad decisions. I hit my Bumbles and the Bumbles cried.



Me, checking out books at the library: Here's your garbage truck book, and your book about dinosaurs, and here's Mommy's book about how to be a better Mommy, and...
Squid, upset: I don't want you to be a better Mommy!
Me: But wouldn't you like it if I were more patient and understanding?
Squid: No!
Me: You don't want me to change?
Squid: No! I want this Mommy!
Me: Awwww.



Me, showing Himself Squid's new wind-up toys: See, the bunny does backflips and the chicken runs around in circles.
Himself: It's kind of like our parenting styles.
Me: ...
Me: Which one are you?
Himself, wry: Does it matter?

We flew a kite this month, and had swimming lessons, and went to the Maker Faire, and we planned to go to LA but he got sick, and did many more things that are of little interest to people who are not us. Some months are just a blur like that. Maybe I will get more sleep now that it is June.