it's official
i'm an idiotard. i've tried installing wordpress every way i can think of and it's still not working.
my son...the bully
yep. i'm raising a bully. not intentionally mind you. i'm not sure where he learned to tackle people, namely my semi-adopted-daughter (SAD), in order to get what he wants. (i mean sure i've tackled a few people in order to get what i wanted but this is a family program and the punkin's certainly not visualized such acts.) this week, it's been the war of the sippie cups. punkin's soul mission these days is to steal whatever sippie cup SAD is drinking from and make it his own. giving him his own cup is futile. giving him his own IDENTICAL cup is futile. he wants the one SHE'S drinking from. SAD's a good kid. she'll swap with him. as long as she has a cup of some sort she's happy. my son? nope. after the lines have been drawn and ownership of cups has been firmly redistributed, he's back at it. stealing the cup she's drinking from. usually the same cup i tried to give him in the first place. it's enough to drive a germaphobic up the wall. fortunately i don't suffer from that particular illness and neither does SAD's real mom.