My Friend 'Orsey

Okay...so for those casual readers of my blog who don't want to bother reading everything I've posted lately...here's a video of Cassie with her new 'Orsey. Cassie's 17 months old...and if you're wondering about the title of my post...I figure if Flicka can be a friend, than so can 'Orsey (who names a horse Flicka anyway???? Terrible! Good thing Flicka didn't have to go to middle school...can you imagine how she'd been teased with a name like THAT!).

As per our routine, Cassie is sick with a bad cold again but is making great strides forward in new accomplishments. Today it was "filling in the blanks" with ABCD and 123. I say, "A, B...what comes next, Cassie?" "Ceee, Deeee". "Good, that's right! Now 1..." "twooo, treeee" "Very good! Yayyy" (I included my reaction as evidence that I am indeed using positive affirmation with my child!). She STILL refuses to say please and thank you...so when our little genius graduates from Harvard at age 12 but doesn't thank the man who hands her the diploma, please don't blame me. I'm honestly trying as hard as I can. I practice it with Tim..."Daddy, will you PLEASE hand me the purple crayon?" "Yes, Mommy" "Thank you, Daddy." Then he asks for the purple crayon back. Cassie watches us converse back and forth like we were the tennis ball at Wimbleton...but makes no attempt to use the magic words! Sigh!