There was a discipline incident at school yesterday. Caroline found herself a little puddle leftover from a rainstorm over the weekend and proceeded to squat and splash her hands in all its mucky muckdom. Michele told her no, redirected, and took her inside to wash her hands twice (which as Michele said only further encouraged her to splash because the little kid sized sink is by far her FAVORITE part of her classroom) before she eventually had to sit her down away from the other children for some gentle discipline.

A quick post since it is Friday night and I should be sitting with Steve reading and watching the Celtics beat the Hawks. This morning as we were leaving the house I asked Caroline if she was "ready to go bye bye?" We've been through this haven't we? She walks to the door and starts standing on her tippies to reach the handle which thankfully she hasn't figured out yet (Ryan, you're obviously brilliant but also - eeek!!) =)

Hasta la vista "mini prep processor." We are in the midst of a mighty transition from those frozen puree cubes (that I dutifully and lovingly prepared I must add) to time consuming, messy, but so much fun it honestly hurts finger foods. In the interim, we are relying on some jarred food to cover us because there ain't no way no how that I am spending the hours on end with Caroline that it would take for her to feed herself tiny pieces of banana and bread. HAHAHA. No. Read on at: http://mccashew.blogspot.com