An Ari story

You might have noticed that I don't talk much about what Ari does at school.  That's not out of any sense of ignoring the middle child, but purely because Ari is more into active play and practical skills, not things with pieces of paper of which I can take pictures.  E.g. while Xander decides to do art or sewing or math, all with material take-homes, Ari loves to garden, to sing, to learn his letters and numbers, and to build towers and do puzzles.

His communication is getting much better, and as such, his behavior is too - I think lots of his "being two years old" anger was because he was frustrated that we weren't understanding him.  

Sometimes, however, his moods come out of nowhere...

Xander was running and tripped over his own feet.  Ari was running right behind and fell on top of him.

"I'm sowwy, Xander," Ari said.

"It's okay, it wasn't your fault," Xander replied, brushing himself off. "No worries, honey.  But thank you," I added.

"NOO!!!" he yelled, surprising us all.  "It IS my fault!!"  He then left the room, huffing and puffing.

J and I looked at each other and laughed.  His vehemence was just too cute.  Xander just looked baffled.

A moment later Ari came running back, scowling and indignant.  "IS NOT FUNNY!"  Then he ran away again.  Jonathan and I lost it.

You woulda laughed too had you been there, I guarantee it.