An impromptu system of a black mark with a marker for whines, nos, yelling, contrasted with red dots for "Ok, Mommy," niceness, helpfulness, has brilliantly worked as he insists on making his own marks and reminds me if he needs one. Definitely helps that the babysitter immediately adopted the same system! Some of these meltdowns make me wonder how soon we'll be in anger management therapy.
He's so entertaining lately. Riding his bike with no hands. Singing songs from his music class, correcting us when we get it wrong. "I'm just saying funny stuff," when he gets goofy. I caught him whispering to himself the other day, "Bust my buffers." I about died. He loves the games he plays with the new group of kids at the 3-day-a-week sitter and often tells us about who is doing what there.
His latest is pretending to make musical instruments with these little pipe-link thingies-- a flute, sax, and trumpet. Especially after we went to see his favorite band, Dreamtree Shakers, play. He was such a groupie and you can see it in his face in the one photo where my friend, Jeremy, is playing "Big Rock Candy Mountain" with the guitar and harmonica (which was uber impressive!).