So Gustav hates me. Actually, it's really that he hates everything and everyone, or as Esther says, "he's mad at the world." But right now he's still mad at me because I took a cup away from him yesterday morning when we were trying to get him ready for Kindergarten. You would think that he'd be over something so insignificant by now, but he actually told Esther this morning that he was still mad about it. Oh well, what can you do? He's the oldest child, and he's a boy, so he's kind of a momma's boy and he needs to have everything his way, all the time, on his terms. He's really fickle though, and 10 minutes after he threw a huge fit because I took his shoes off he was laughing and playing with me. All it took was one time for me to put Pauline on my feet and lift her into the air (you know, the airplane thing) and Gustav immediately took his shoes off and came running over to play. Despite the problems we have with Gustav, Pauline still likes me and she's becoming more and more comfortable with me all the time. And Esther is happy because she thinks I handle the children well, and that's always a good thing.