Mom said I needed to write this one down and I agreed:

For a good while now (6 months at least), Auggie has been saying horrible things like, "I hate you" and "I hate you, Butt" and "I'm going to pee on your face, you Butt" in a really mean voice when he gets angry.  More recently though (the past couple days) he has gotten more teenagy with his choice of words, saying "I hate everyone in my life" and then he lists all of us who he hates- "I hate my mom, I hate my dad, I hate Elek, I hate my whole family.  I hate all of my friends.  I hate my teachers."  And the voice that he does it in is low and super mature sounding.  I know it is terrible but it is usually very hard for me to not laugh.  Andrew says I let him get away with way too much but, #1 - his little face is so darned cute, #2- it ain't easy disciplining a toddler while perched on a knee scooter or crutches, and #3- his little face is so darned cute.  I always SWORE to myself that I wouldn't show favoritism toward the baby during disputes between siblings as I felt my mom did with me and Gigi but holy hell is that a hard thing not to do!  Beata and Elek, if you are reading this now you may be mad or jealous or resentful but I tell you babies, just wait until you have your own and you'll forgive me just like I am now forgiving Weeta for all of those times she lectured ME while my stinker of a sister made faces at me behind her back.

In other news, I took the kids out to get ice cream after we picked up Elek from school today to celebrate 3 things:

1- Elek was the top reader in all of Kindergarten for Reading Counts, a program where you read books at school and/or at home and then earn points by taking a little comprehension quiz on what you have just read.
2- Beata read enough chapter books to fill up an entire 8 x 11 piece of paper
3- Auggie made the teeny tiniest little turd in the potty today and wore big boy undies.  The thing was so small he didn't even realize that it had dropped from his bottom until after he got off and I pointed out to him and did a happy dance but it was poop in the toilet nonetheless so the kid got ice cream (but mostly because I was already taking him to the ice cream shop to celebrate his siblings' accomplishments and this made for a convenient excuse as to why he could also have a treat).  I'm not holding my breath about him staying in undies though as this is at least the 3rd time that we have attempted potty training this boy.  He simply has no real interest in using the potty and I ain't got the patience to make him (I know, I know, terrible parenting....so shoot me).  In fact, when he begged me to put a diaper back on him and I refused, it was one of several times today that I heard those beyond-his-years words leave his mouth:  "I hate my whole family.  I hate you.  I hate all my friends.  I hate everybody."


And with that, I am off to melt into my couch while watching tv and eating a slice of the apple pie that a friend dropped off (Andrew pointed out that my sweet tooth must be notoriously bad if people randomly drop leftover treats off at my doorstep....he is right).