Day One of the Endless Summer

I survived Day One of Summer Break. So did my two children. I feel this is an accomplishment worth noting. We will certainly find our rhythm and adjust to having more time kicking around together. I have filled lots of the summer with activities for Lucas. I’m wondering if we can afford piano lessons, too. I found a teacher who has room in her schedule for another student. 

Tonight I introduced Lucas and Asher to the joys of Jello. Lucas and I made it together this afternoon: sugar-free strawberry. We added some frozen blueberries, and fresh strawberries, raspberries, bananas, and grapes. Asher, who hardly ate anything at all today, ate lots of jello (and spilled an equal amount on his father). 

We have this new “summer chart” that is a pictographic daily schedule. Actually, it’s not a daily schedule because Lucas isn’t going to be here every day, but it’s our rhythm for the days he is at home. He’s following it to the letter (picture?), which is weird. But I LOVE that I made icons representing clean-up times on the chart. I’m finding that I point at the chart and say, “Well, see? It’s clean-up time.” So far, it’s working and Lucas is cooperating more. I’m going to try assigning him two alternating jobs that he has to do every other day.

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