Before you think that I’m one of those nosy poke mothers who gets all into her kid’s stuff (and yes, I will probably be that kind of mother if I have to be … but he is only 6 now so I’m not too worried as he still tells me EVERYTHING that goes through his mind), I did get the Little One’s permission to share his diary/journal with you.
This whole diary thing started when he began reading Diary of a Wimpy Kid books that Santa brought. (You may recall that it was the only specific item listed on his Christmas list). Well, he just LOVES these books. He is already in Book 3 (and these are long books … at least for a 6-year-old). So the other day he came home from school after getting to shop at the school store. He bought himself a composition book that he declared was his new diary: “Just like Greg in the Wimpy Kid books!” (I have to say, I am loving Jeff Kinney! How many authors write books that not only get kids excited about reading but also about writing and drawing too?)
So he set to work and has diligently recorded the highlights of his day ever since. Let’s take a look.
A Mother’s Note: Well, that is what you get when you run on the ice when I told you not to!
A Mother’s Note: We can so beat that!
A Mother’s Note: He is talking about this Wii game called Big Brain Academy, which we started playing. He was actually doing scarily good …. like he was going to do better than me good. I told him if he got over 1000, we would get him an action figure. He did. And we did.
A Mother’s Note: A B– in Big Brain Academy is actually much more impressive than it sounds. (And keep an eye out for a comment from Mr. Jenners noting that HE got a B. I’m sure he’ll want the record accurate and reflecting his greater glory. He’s that kind of guy. But hey, it is my blog; I can feature whatever pages of my son’s diary I want to!)
A Mother’s Note: This pillow fight took place in the living room with the couch cushions during our Superbowl gathering. Nothing was hurt or harmed until Mommy joined in and hit a lamp. Oops.
A Mother’s Note: Please note we are not in the habit of giving a 6-year-old expensive electronics. What happened was that I got an iPhone 4 (after seeing Mr. Jenners gloat and crow about his iPhone for almost a year now while I sat around with my stupid DUMB phone) so we said the Little One could use my old iPod touch. Guess what he uses it for? He plays burp and fart noises from this sound app. I guess I didn’t think this through too well. (And, for the record, I am in LOVE with my iPhone. Yessss…my pretty. Mommy loves you.)