So it’s come to this: opening my Pusheen box in the privacy of my home office so I get first dibs on the contents over my five-year-old son.
Domo Sushi: I’ve loved Domo ever since it was a little-known sushi joint in a former Pizza Hut, years ago. t.co/FTs69FN3cz
It’s been a Very Long Time since I took a sip of new-to-me coffee and said to myself, “This is really good coffee!” t.co/BxpqpAdVJ9
One of my Facebook friends reacted to someone else’s cover photo. It happens all the time — I get a glimpse of a stranger’s life, by virtue of one of my own Facebook friends interacting with that person.
Except I knew this person. This person in the hospital bed, surrounded by her loving family, had been my Sunday School teacher (Young Women’s, technically) back in high school.
I don’t think I’d seen Sister Scholer since I went off to college in the mid 1990’s. We reconnected via Facebook years ago, but then I “defriended” her during one of my many Facebook purges — I had nothing against her; I’d just decided to cut out people I didn’t interact with on the regular.
I took photos of my blooms on October 1st, just because I expected them to fade by the time bloom day arrived. Surprisingly enough, all the blooms were still blooming — plus some more!
I get the best photos when I tell him I’m done taking his picture.
As posted to Yelp on 9/28/2016:
How have I not reviewed this place yet? My family and I can be found here at least once a month for lunch or dinner; my go-to is #28 (bún thit nuong cha gio – noodles with pork, shrimp, and spring rolls), my husband’s is #25 (a spicy vegetarian/tofu soup), and my son gets an order of mozzarella sticks and shares our noodles (and veggies, and pork, and shrimp).
It looks seriously run-down, to be totally honest. Sometimes the service can be a little slow if the place is packed — which is to say, if there are four tables of people ordering at the same time. There is technically room for seven parties, one of which can be a large party of eight, but a full house really swamps the staff (i.e. the owners).
That said, the food is worth it every single time.
If you haven’t been yet, the pho dac biet (the one with everything) is a good place to start. Don’t miss the summer rolls with peanut sauce or the Vietnamese iced coffee. That coffee is fantastic. If you’re not in the mood for soup, the pan-fried egg noodles are also good, as is the fried rice. Seriously, I haven’t tried anything I haven’t liked on their menu, and I’ve been coming here for years.
Pho Viet Nam is absolutely one of my favorite restaurants in the city of Toledo, hands down.
Thanks again for the Brandywine Pink tomato plant, @relysh! Currently enjoying a bit of a late #tomato harvest. t.co/uqwD2nqeO3
My loving son has turned into a raging asshole.
As I understand it, this happens with many five-year-olds. Google “dealing with a defiant five-year-old” and see how many articles pop up, from both reputable parenting sources and otherwise, and how many forum discussions started by parents at their wits’ end.
I’ve read all the advice, many times over: Be empathetic. Deliver swift and related consequences. Praise and reward good behavior. Compromise. Choose your battles. Be consistent. (Yes, some of the advice contradicts other advice — it’s quite a challenge to compromise and choose one’s battles, yet be consistent about it.)
Yesterday, my son punched one of his classmates (in retaliation, it seems, but luckily not too hard), disrupted naptime for the entire class (again), and threw mulch at his teacher and his classmates on the playground. He had to be separated from the rest of the class, and still he flung mulch toward them.
That evening at home, he played with his food at dinner, ignored my requests for him to bathe properly, splashed water out of the tub, threw his pajamas and his toys, ran around his bedroom, and was a general holy terror. There were moments of clarity within the assholery, though, which leads me to believe this might be related to him just needing more sleep.
I’m not sure how that’s supposed to happen, though, unless I manage to start making dinner in record time. I usually manage to get a balanced meal in front of us in a half hour — well, 25 minutes or so, technically, since I have to feed the cat first, then get Connor his juice and his tablet to keep him occupied while I make dinner.
If I cut out his play/TV time after dinner and before bed, he’ll construe that as a punishment. In fact, I told him this morning that if he misbehaved again at school, that’s exactly what would happen. (I hope I don’t have to follow through on that. I hope he behaves today.)