Michael and Lily were playing some pretend game while I started preparing dinner in the kitchen. Lily came up and asked if I would be the monster. I told her yes...and then told her that I was a Mommy Monster who was making dinner for her little monster children. And that I wouldn't bother them if they were nice and quiet.
And then Lily and Michael snuck upstairs and hid from the monster for 30 minutes. I heard them deeply engrossed in their playing house and keeping quiet from the monster.
Ah...pretend play can be good.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Gym rat
You guys....I am really enjoying the gym. WTH...did I just type that? No, seriously.
Running that race last October has changed me. I feel legitimate when I walk through the doors, where I used to feel silly and out of place in work out facilities.
I love the weight machines, and that I've had to increase the weight a few times. I can feel the changes in my strength...which is an exciting new thing for me.
I love that I am not losing all that progress I made last summer. There is no way I could run a 5K right now, but I can run 15-20 minutes, which is WAY better than last spring. I couldn't run 3 minutes back then. And I haven't really been trying to get my time up more...I'm having fun playing with interval workouts and incline challenges, etc. I'm just in better shape all around.
I love dropping the kids off for an hour in the afternoon. And I love that they enjoy the play room and the classes they are taking during that time.
I love the open swim and how it is making all 3 kids more comfortable with the water.
I'm proud of myself for going 3-4 times a week...for making the time a priority.
I like that it has motivated me to change the way I am eating. And that I've been good now for 2 whole months...which is some kind of a record for me.
I am sloooooooowly losing weight. I think my muffin top has reduced a bit, but otherwise I don't see any changes in myself. In 2 months, I've lost 8 pounds. But rather than get frustrated and discouraged and quit, I am somehow just continuing on. Jeff thinks I should reward myself at 10 pounds. But all I can think about is food rewards...hot fudge sundae, breakfast out, etc etc. Seems a little counterproductive, eh?
I cannot think of a reward for myself. I have not lost enough weight to need new clothes...that will be my 20 pound reward. I am sleeping enough and reading enough and getting out with my friends enough...life is very good in those regards. I'm stumped. And quite happy that life is so good I can't think of a little reward for myself.
What would YOU do as a reward?
Running that race last October has changed me. I feel legitimate when I walk through the doors, where I used to feel silly and out of place in work out facilities.
I love the weight machines, and that I've had to increase the weight a few times. I can feel the changes in my strength...which is an exciting new thing for me.
I love that I am not losing all that progress I made last summer. There is no way I could run a 5K right now, but I can run 15-20 minutes, which is WAY better than last spring. I couldn't run 3 minutes back then. And I haven't really been trying to get my time up more...I'm having fun playing with interval workouts and incline challenges, etc. I'm just in better shape all around.
I love dropping the kids off for an hour in the afternoon. And I love that they enjoy the play room and the classes they are taking during that time.
I love the open swim and how it is making all 3 kids more comfortable with the water.
I'm proud of myself for going 3-4 times a week...for making the time a priority.
I like that it has motivated me to change the way I am eating. And that I've been good now for 2 whole months...which is some kind of a record for me.
I am sloooooooowly losing weight. I think my muffin top has reduced a bit, but otherwise I don't see any changes in myself. In 2 months, I've lost 8 pounds. But rather than get frustrated and discouraged and quit, I am somehow just continuing on. Jeff thinks I should reward myself at 10 pounds. But all I can think about is food rewards...hot fudge sundae, breakfast out, etc etc. Seems a little counterproductive, eh?
I cannot think of a reward for myself. I have not lost enough weight to need new clothes...that will be my 20 pound reward. I am sleeping enough and reading enough and getting out with my friends enough...life is very good in those regards. I'm stumped. And quite happy that life is so good I can't think of a little reward for myself.
What would YOU do as a reward?
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Bullets
--We went to our favorite historical working farm this weekend to experience their maple sugaring. It was typical of our family outings. Andrew LOVED it...from collecting sap from the trees to asking loads of questions to eating the bottle of syrup they made enthusiastically the next day. Michael got nothing out of the maple sugaring experience, but he enjoyed harassing the chickens and running through the open fields and picking up rocks. Lily moaned and dragged her feet and was generally miserable. You know, par for the course.
--We also went to another family swim at our gym. Every weekend night the pool is open from 4-10pm. We try to go a few times a month. This time our friends joined us (they just joined as well). Lily was happily entranced in her game of mermaids with her friend Maddie for 90 minutes. Just so you know we don't just torture her for our own pleasure. We do try to plan activities that she will enjoy as well.
-- Michael is obsessed with this Zombie vs. Plants game on my Kindle. He is amazing at it, and even when we make him turn it off, he keeps playing. Which is a little awkward at playgrounds, when he approaches other 3 year olds and asks them if they want to play zombies. I get many disapproving glances at that one...and rightfully so. It is a fantastic motivator for Mikey, though. He is playing right now...and he earned it by cleaning up all the toys on the floor. Fantastic.
-- I picked up some forms from the pediatrician for Lily's kindergarten registration on March 6. I was getting all sappy and emotional about signing her up...how can my baby girl be going already. Pragmatic Jeff pointed out that next year at this time I'll really be a basketcase. OMG...next March I'll be signing MICHAEL up for kindergarten. Crap. Midlife crisis is coming fast. Helpful, Jeff.
-- We are happily settled into our town now that Jeff has his new job and he is enjoying it. And we find out that 2 of our across the street neighbors have decided to move. If any more put their houses on the market, I'm going to start to get a complex. What, we decide to stay, so you suddenly think you need a smaller house, a house closer to your job, DEAR GOD ANY HOUSE AWAY FROM THOSE PEOPLE WHO TEACH THEIR 3 YEAR OLD ABOUT ZOMBIES!!!?
--We also went to another family swim at our gym. Every weekend night the pool is open from 4-10pm. We try to go a few times a month. This time our friends joined us (they just joined as well). Lily was happily entranced in her game of mermaids with her friend Maddie for 90 minutes. Just so you know we don't just torture her for our own pleasure. We do try to plan activities that she will enjoy as well.
-- Michael is obsessed with this Zombie vs. Plants game on my Kindle. He is amazing at it, and even when we make him turn it off, he keeps playing. Which is a little awkward at playgrounds, when he approaches other 3 year olds and asks them if they want to play zombies. I get many disapproving glances at that one...and rightfully so. It is a fantastic motivator for Mikey, though. He is playing right now...and he earned it by cleaning up all the toys on the floor. Fantastic.
-- I picked up some forms from the pediatrician for Lily's kindergarten registration on March 6. I was getting all sappy and emotional about signing her up...how can my baby girl be going already. Pragmatic Jeff pointed out that next year at this time I'll really be a basketcase. OMG...next March I'll be signing MICHAEL up for kindergarten. Crap. Midlife crisis is coming fast. Helpful, Jeff.
-- We are happily settled into our town now that Jeff has his new job and he is enjoying it. And we find out that 2 of our across the street neighbors have decided to move. If any more put their houses on the market, I'm going to start to get a complex. What, we decide to stay, so you suddenly think you need a smaller house, a house closer to your job, DEAR GOD ANY HOUSE AWAY FROM THOSE PEOPLE WHO TEACH THEIR 3 YEAR OLD ABOUT ZOMBIES!!!?
Monday, February 27, 2012
Manic Monday
According to the local news I watched this morning, gas prices are climbing rapidly, and based on the hysteria in the newscaster's voice, I am supposed to be frantically worried about it. So I decided that I would try to consolidate my errands and drive less. Then I looked at today's schedule.
5:30 am- Go to the gym to run before Jeff leaves for work
9:00 am- Take Lily to school
9:30 am- Pick up forms from doctor's office for kindergarten registration next week
11:30am- Pick up Lily from school
1:30pm- Go to the Y for Lily's swim lesson
4:00pm-Pick up Andrew from school and take him to his swim lesson
7:30pm- Go out for coffee with some girlfriends I haven't seen in a while.
Looks like maybe I should just stop eating to save money.
5:30 am- Go to the gym to run before Jeff leaves for work
9:00 am- Take Lily to school
9:30 am- Pick up forms from doctor's office for kindergarten registration next week
11:30am- Pick up Lily from school
1:30pm- Go to the Y for Lily's swim lesson
4:00pm-Pick up Andrew from school and take him to his swim lesson
7:30pm- Go out for coffee with some girlfriends I haven't seen in a while.
Looks like maybe I should just stop eating to save money.
Friday, February 24, 2012
Splash and Polly
Do you know how hard it is to buy a present for an 8 year old boy who isn't into Legos?
Really hard.
For Christmas, I got Andrew something called Planet Frog. It is a little aquarium, and you order tadpoles to be sent to your house and then you get to observe the wonders of metamorphosis. Andrew's been asking to get a lizard for quite some time now, and we enjoyed the caterpillars we ordered a few years ago...so I thought this would be a fun in between thing. And I was envisioning the frog being like one of those African dwarf frogs, like they sell at Hallmark and all sorts of non-pet-store locations. Easy care.
We finally got the tadpoles last weekend. They apparently won't send them until temperatures are above freezing. Andrew excitedly helped add our two tadpoles into the tank. And then we read the directions.
I'm going to have to buy live crickets to feed these things once they are frogs. We are also free to catch flies or earthworms (chopped up) to feed them. Um...ew? And annoying to have to go to the pet store every week to get food? And they don't even eat stink bugs (a renewable resource at our house). And to clean the tank, I'll have to wet my hands down and pick up the things and put them in some sort of container with a lid so they don't escape?
What have I gotten myself into?
Polly (Andrew actually named her Polywag...a Pokemon, for those of you not in the know), is quite large already, and her back legs have started growing. The kids are FASCINATED. And I have to admit...it is pretty cool. I think this morning I see the front legs too. I think it will blow their minds when this thing actually turns into a frog.
Splash is a little developmentally delayed. He is smaller and lighter colored, and I have my hopes he may actually turn into an easy-to-care-for African dwarf frog. Probably not. He just started getting his legs...and they are not nearly as impressive as Polly's.
I clearly have a favorite frog.
Anyhoo...that's the latest misadventure in my gift buying experiences. Good thing Andrew's birthday isn't for another 9 months. Perhaps I'll have more ideas by then...
Really hard.
For Christmas, I got Andrew something called Planet Frog. It is a little aquarium, and you order tadpoles to be sent to your house and then you get to observe the wonders of metamorphosis. Andrew's been asking to get a lizard for quite some time now, and we enjoyed the caterpillars we ordered a few years ago...so I thought this would be a fun in between thing. And I was envisioning the frog being like one of those African dwarf frogs, like they sell at Hallmark and all sorts of non-pet-store locations. Easy care.
We finally got the tadpoles last weekend. They apparently won't send them until temperatures are above freezing. Andrew excitedly helped add our two tadpoles into the tank. And then we read the directions.
I'm going to have to buy live crickets to feed these things once they are frogs. We are also free to catch flies or earthworms (chopped up) to feed them. Um...ew? And annoying to have to go to the pet store every week to get food? And they don't even eat stink bugs (a renewable resource at our house). And to clean the tank, I'll have to wet my hands down and pick up the things and put them in some sort of container with a lid so they don't escape?
What have I gotten myself into?
Polly (Andrew actually named her Polywag...a Pokemon, for those of you not in the know), is quite large already, and her back legs have started growing. The kids are FASCINATED. And I have to admit...it is pretty cool. I think this morning I see the front legs too. I think it will blow their minds when this thing actually turns into a frog.
Splash is a little developmentally delayed. He is smaller and lighter colored, and I have my hopes he may actually turn into an easy-to-care-for African dwarf frog. Probably not. He just started getting his legs...and they are not nearly as impressive as Polly's.
I clearly have a favorite frog.
Anyhoo...that's the latest misadventure in my gift buying experiences. Good thing Andrew's birthday isn't for another 9 months. Perhaps I'll have more ideas by then...
Monday, February 20, 2012
Catching up
I didn't mention this last week, but when I took all 3 kids to the doctor last week they had to get weighed. Michael was 38.0 pounds. Lily was 38.12 pounds.
Heh. Heh. He's catching up! They already wear the same size shoe, and it's getting harder to tell their voices apart. You'd think this would bother Lily...but she is like a small terrier or dachshund. She's so used to going up against giant Andrew, that she's learned height doesn't matter. She can and will and does emotionally dominate them.
Atta girl.
As a side note into how we are training Lily to dominate the men in her life...
Lily was cuddling with Jeff and I on Sunday morning. She asked for something and I told her to ask Dad, since he's the boss of the family. She emphatically shook her head and said, "No. Mommy is the boss." Then she went on to say, "And Grandma is in charge of Grandpa and Memere is in charge of Pepere." Jeff just smiled, rolled his eyes, and nodded. My poor future son-in-law.
Heh. Heh. He's catching up! They already wear the same size shoe, and it's getting harder to tell their voices apart. You'd think this would bother Lily...but she is like a small terrier or dachshund. She's so used to going up against giant Andrew, that she's learned height doesn't matter. She can and will and does emotionally dominate them.
Atta girl.
As a side note into how we are training Lily to dominate the men in her life...
Lily was cuddling with Jeff and I on Sunday morning. She asked for something and I told her to ask Dad, since he's the boss of the family. She emphatically shook her head and said, "No. Mommy is the boss." Then she went on to say, "And Grandma is in charge of Grandpa and Memere is in charge of Pepere." Jeff just smiled, rolled his eyes, and nodded. My poor future son-in-law.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Stinky bugs
We have stink bugs here in PA. They are little slow, dumb, hard shelled critters that come out in droves in the spring and fall. Then they nestle themselves in your siding or wall boards or whatever, lay their eggs, and come out the next season. Other than their sheer numbers, annoying habit of flying straight at your head, and the fact that exterminators can't really help you eliminate them, they are low on the scale of freaky insects. When that scale includes yellow jackets, termites, and spiders.
Oh, and did I mention they STINK? Only when they are smooshed...which is every time you catch one. I have a rule that they must be flushed down the toilet because I cannot stand the smell of one in the trash. It is AWFUL.
Except that Jeff can't smell them. Really. He doesn't notice a thing. I don't think it bothers the kids either. But I HATE it.
Fast forward to this afternoon. While I was out shopping with the kids, Jeff got his painting clothes out of the garage (a.k.a. Stink Bug Land), and found lots of dead stink bugs clinging to the fabric. He...wait for it...decided to throw his clothes in the dryer to get them off.
No big deal? Except that the basement REEKS of stink bug. My dryer/vent/entire basement now stinks to high heaven. I can't imagine doing laundry down there. Putting the food away was torture.
And Jeff can't smell a thing. He just shrugs and says he doesn't see the big deal.
-sigh-
Oh, and did I mention they STINK? Only when they are smooshed...which is every time you catch one. I have a rule that they must be flushed down the toilet because I cannot stand the smell of one in the trash. It is AWFUL.
Except that Jeff can't smell them. Really. He doesn't notice a thing. I don't think it bothers the kids either. But I HATE it.
Fast forward to this afternoon. While I was out shopping with the kids, Jeff got his painting clothes out of the garage (a.k.a. Stink Bug Land), and found lots of dead stink bugs clinging to the fabric. He...wait for it...decided to throw his clothes in the dryer to get them off.
No big deal? Except that the basement REEKS of stink bug. My dryer/vent/entire basement now stinks to high heaven. I can't imagine doing laundry down there. Putting the food away was torture.
And Jeff can't smell a thing. He just shrugs and says he doesn't see the big deal.
-sigh-
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
My little carrier family
When you go in to the doctor for your 3rd strep test in 4 months, the conversation inevitably turns to tonsil removal. I mean, enough is enough, right?
It seems weird. I had strep a lot as a kid, but the last time I had it was senior year of college. Which was...-gulp-...13 years ago. So why are my tonsils suddenly a problem after a decade of no issues? Also, I had a friend a few years ago who had strep 4 times in one winter, and it turned out that her 2 year old was a "carrier" of strep. She was treated and my friend never had strep again. So I had this one solitary hope that someone was a carrier and was simply reinfecting me.
I immediately suspect Jeff. I swap spit with him quite a bit and our toothbrushes cohabitate a cup in the bathroom. He hasn't been sick AT ALL this winter, despite the petri dish of illness surrounding him. He has super immunity! He is carrying strep bacteria in the back of his throat and spewing his germiness with superiority. Bastard! I know it is him! Sew a huge letter "C" for carrier onto his shirt!
Since I can't make him go to the doctor, I dragged the three kids in this afternoon. Andrew took his throat swab like a pro, Lily like a kidnappee getting her kidney taken out in a bathtub of ice, and Michael like a cornered animal at the zoo. It was....fun? The nurse thought I was a crazy person...3 kids, no fevers, no coughs, no rashes, no sore throats, nothing...getting their throats swabbed.
I was vindicated 2 minutes later when a different nurse popped her head in and exclaimed, "They are all positive! Really really positive. The strip turned in like 30 seconds for all of them."
All. 3. Positive.
It was all I could do not to recoil from all my infected little carriers.
Turns out, they don't treat carriers. Because it isn't hurting them even a little bit to be walking around with strep on the back of their throat. But once I explained my situation, and how I was going to have to undergo surgery the next time I got it...they agreed to treat all 3 kids to try and wipe our slate clean.
Now to get Jeff in to the doctor. He can't be spared. Just in case. And I was so sure it was him.
It seems weird. I had strep a lot as a kid, but the last time I had it was senior year of college. Which was...-gulp-...13 years ago. So why are my tonsils suddenly a problem after a decade of no issues? Also, I had a friend a few years ago who had strep 4 times in one winter, and it turned out that her 2 year old was a "carrier" of strep. She was treated and my friend never had strep again. So I had this one solitary hope that someone was a carrier and was simply reinfecting me.
I immediately suspect Jeff. I swap spit with him quite a bit and our toothbrushes cohabitate a cup in the bathroom. He hasn't been sick AT ALL this winter, despite the petri dish of illness surrounding him. He has super immunity! He is carrying strep bacteria in the back of his throat and spewing his germiness with superiority. Bastard! I know it is him! Sew a huge letter "C" for carrier onto his shirt!
Since I can't make him go to the doctor, I dragged the three kids in this afternoon. Andrew took his throat swab like a pro, Lily like a kidnappee getting her kidney taken out in a bathtub of ice, and Michael like a cornered animal at the zoo. It was....fun? The nurse thought I was a crazy person...3 kids, no fevers, no coughs, no rashes, no sore throats, nothing...getting their throats swabbed.
I was vindicated 2 minutes later when a different nurse popped her head in and exclaimed, "They are all positive! Really really positive. The strip turned in like 30 seconds for all of them."
All. 3. Positive.
It was all I could do not to recoil from all my infected little carriers.
Turns out, they don't treat carriers. Because it isn't hurting them even a little bit to be walking around with strep on the back of their throat. But once I explained my situation, and how I was going to have to undergo surgery the next time I got it...they agreed to treat all 3 kids to try and wipe our slate clean.
Now to get Jeff in to the doctor. He can't be spared. Just in case. And I was so sure it was him.
Strep...again
I'm starting to hate my period more than usual.
November, I get my period AND strep.
December, I get my period AND strep.
January, I get my period and my Memere dies.
February, I get my period AND strep.
Seriously. This trend sucks.
Also? If I get strep one more time, I will be referred to an ENT for tonsil removal. Which I hear can be up to a 3 week recovery. Oh, that sounds easy to schedule. I think that will be feasable in about 12 years. Or so.
November, I get my period AND strep.
December, I get my period AND strep.
January, I get my period and my Memere dies.
February, I get my period AND strep.
Seriously. This trend sucks.
Also? If I get strep one more time, I will be referred to an ENT for tonsil removal. Which I hear can be up to a 3 week recovery. Oh, that sounds easy to schedule. I think that will be feasable in about 12 years. Or so.
Monday, February 13, 2012
Valentine's week
The kids went to our gym on Saturday night for a special "Valentine's Kids Night Out." They had pizza, a craft, and a bounce house. Andrew got to go swimming. Jeff and I went out to dinner. It was lovely. Well, Andrew didn't have much fun...but it was lovely for the rest of us.
Today was Lily's Valentine's party. We stopped at the grocery and picked up some (cheap) little bouquets of mini carnations for her teachers. She was so so so excited to give them. I'm glad she didn't hear the snarky mom in the hallway say, "Oh brother. Now we're giving presents to teachers for Valentine's Day? Make the rest of us look bad, why don't you." She did not know that Lily belonged to me...I don't think. Now Lily is sugared up and hyper...but she just gave a piece of her candy to Michael without being asked. So I love her despite the hyperactivity.
Tomorrow is Michael and Andrew's parties. I don't know if we'll do flowers or not...the boys have expressed no desire to give their teachers anything.
Wow. This is a truly thrilling post. I am a bit rusty at this, is all. Must. Get. Motivated. To. Be Funny...
Today was Lily's Valentine's party. We stopped at the grocery and picked up some (cheap) little bouquets of mini carnations for her teachers. She was so so so excited to give them. I'm glad she didn't hear the snarky mom in the hallway say, "Oh brother. Now we're giving presents to teachers for Valentine's Day? Make the rest of us look bad, why don't you." She did not know that Lily belonged to me...I don't think. Now Lily is sugared up and hyper...but she just gave a piece of her candy to Michael without being asked. So I love her despite the hyperactivity.
Tomorrow is Michael and Andrew's parties. I don't know if we'll do flowers or not...the boys have expressed no desire to give their teachers anything.
Wow. This is a truly thrilling post. I am a bit rusty at this, is all. Must. Get. Motivated. To. Be Funny...
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Must. Start. Blogging.
Someday I'm going to be really mad that there is this huge gap in my recollections of their childhood. I need to start recording all the hilarious 3 year old hijinx and the sweet and endearing 5 year old girl stories and the exasperating ordeals of an overly-sensitive 8 year old.
But have I mentioned that I got a Kindle for Christmas.
Like giving a key to the pharmacy to a drug addict.
It is February 11th. Since I got my Kindle on Christmas Day, I have read 12 books. BTW...out of those 12, I have only bought 1 of those...the one that was on it when Jeff gave it to me (yay!)
That is 12 books finished in 7 weeks.
If you are curious...
Dance with Dragons, (book 5 of Game of Thrones)
The Land of Later On
Divergent
Peony in Love
The List
Noah's Compass
Life of Pi
Seven Exes are Eight Too Many
The Memory of Running
Forbidden Mind
Practical Magic
Gossamer
AND...my house is actually cleaner than usual...like I've washed the floors a few times in those 7 weeks.
AND...I've been going to the gym 3-4 times a week.
So no wonder I'm behind on blogging.
Must get on it...
But have I mentioned that I got a Kindle for Christmas.
Like giving a key to the pharmacy to a drug addict.
It is February 11th. Since I got my Kindle on Christmas Day, I have read 12 books. BTW...out of those 12, I have only bought 1 of those...the one that was on it when Jeff gave it to me (yay!)
That is 12 books finished in 7 weeks.
If you are curious...
Dance with Dragons, (book 5 of Game of Thrones)
The Land of Later On
Divergent
Peony in Love
The List
Noah's Compass
Life of Pi
Seven Exes are Eight Too Many
The Memory of Running
Forbidden Mind
Practical Magic
Gossamer
AND...my house is actually cleaner than usual...like I've washed the floors a few times in those 7 weeks.
AND...I've been going to the gym 3-4 times a week.
So no wonder I'm behind on blogging.
Must get on it...
Saturday, February 04, 2012
Damn/Wonderful computers
I have not been blogging, because our DAMN computer is so slow. It thinks and thinks and thinks and thinksandthinksthinksthinksthinks...and then it tells me it cannot open Internet Explorer...would you like to try again? And then the cycle continues with the infernal thinking and not opening. Crazy making. Jeff thinks it is Explorer. So I'm trying to get used to Google Fire instead. But it has none of my favorites. I don't like change. I can search and read on my Kindle, so I'm only missing out on commenting and writing blogs. Blah!
Michael has pink eye. I submit that there are very few things harder than restraining a 40 pound being while trying to aim a single drop in each eye...and then prying that eye open to get the drops in...3 times a day. That's not fair. Jeff is home for the last one of the day. But yesterday...after doing this for 3 days...I finally figured out to use the Kindle as a bribe. Explaining to Michael that he could play Angry Birds after he had his eye drops worked like a charm. My WONDERFUL computer made Michael leap onto the couch and not struggle (much) as I did his eye drops. When he wanted to play before dinner, I explained he could after his drops...which wouldn't be until after dinner. He proceeded to beg me for eye drops for the next hour. Success!
Michael has pink eye. I submit that there are very few things harder than restraining a 40 pound being while trying to aim a single drop in each eye...and then prying that eye open to get the drops in...3 times a day. That's not fair. Jeff is home for the last one of the day. But yesterday...after doing this for 3 days...I finally figured out to use the Kindle as a bribe. Explaining to Michael that he could play Angry Birds after he had his eye drops worked like a charm. My WONDERFUL computer made Michael leap onto the couch and not struggle (much) as I did his eye drops. When he wanted to play before dinner, I explained he could after his drops...which wouldn't be until after dinner. He proceeded to beg me for eye drops for the next hour. Success!
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