August was awake 6:45 and nursed. He then came out and got on the couch. The Dog book had been left there, so he gently pushed it over the end onto the reading area and said “Bye Dog.” Carly explained she had to go to work and he said “Bye Mama…Mama going to work.”
He was focused on shapes videos this morning. We ate Cheerios for breakfast. At one point, I suggested Timmy Time, and he wanted the “messy” one. He hasn’t watched Timmy Time since I first introduced it to him months ago. Anyway, we found that episode (Snapshot Timmy) and watched the whole story, twice. We hadn’t made it through the whole story (10 minutes) before.
August requested the pigeon shirt and we left by 9:30. We of course stopped for eggs and kimbap for lunch. We headed for the children’s museum, a little after 10, and stopped on the benches for what I thought was a snack. Turned into a full lunch, as we ate the apple cookie, most of the kimbap, an egg, and then another strawberry cookie that a teacher gave us. We went and threw away some of our garbage, then walked by the flowers. He pointed at them, saying “Mama here”, remembering when we were here with her. When we were back he wanted to throw away the kimbap wrapper. But we still had kimbap left so I wouldn’t let him. This led to some screaming, and once he calmed down he started pulling up his shirt and hiding. He then sat on my lap for several minutes and talked about falling asleep “Fall asleep, read Oh No”. But despite talking about going into the children’s museum, we never did, as he just kept playing outside. Finally, we went to the nearby bathrooms to change him. We had to wait though as a school group was using the bathrooms with changing tables for a bathroom break. He was’t happy about this, but we eventually got in and changed him. Back out, putting him in the backpack, he looked very tired and got his sad face. Later, after his nap in the coffee shop, he would talk about being sad and screaming because he wanted to go in the bathroom and get walking.
Despite looking really sad, took rather a distance to put him to sleep. But he fell asleep and we went to the first floor Peace Coffee and he slept from 12:09 to 1:14. When he woke up he did some iPad on my lap, but really got into the ice in my drink, playing in it and eating it. I felt like a bird, as I would crunch up the ice to give him little pieces. He was talking about ice and I asked if he remembered being on the ice. He did, saying “remember ABCD in the ice.” We ran out of ice, which I thought would be the end of it, but he said “Get more ice. Please ice. In the cup.” and pointed to the pitchers of water they have. So we had more ice. We were in the coffee shop until after 2. I had mentioned looking at the letters on the floor, so eventually he got up and said “Look at the letters for a minute.” We did that for awhile, then left. As we walked away from the building he said “Bye ice” – referring both to the actual ice, and also the word ‘ice’ (in ice cream) that he had been reading inside the door. As we walked away he turned around and looked up and pointed and read “Peace Coffee” on the sign.
We walked away, with him talking constantly. He was kind of leading the way, and he said “Find a bench” as he wanted a snack. It was busy, so we decided to walk up to the theater. He walked the whole way up the hill. We sat in the theater for over another hour, eating a second lunch and playing. We made a bit of a mess with the egg, and watched as ants carried away some small pieces. He also watched a little spider crawl across the bench. Eventually, we took some garbage up to throw away and recycle, him walking all the way up again. On the way down, he pointed to a tree and said “This is?” I said I didn’t know what kind of tree it was. He said “Maybe oak trees.” and kept walking.
It was getting close to 4 and we headed down the hill. He saw the bank of water faucets and wanted to play. We had finished up the ice in the theater and brought the cup down, so I would fill it with some water and he would pour it out. He would also stop and watch everyone who came back to wash their hands (or kid’s hands) or take a drink. That was going fine until he was trying to drink from the cup. He then spun the cup the wrong direction to spill it, and got it down his shirt. He wasn’t super wet, but wanted to change his shirt. So we went over to the playground and changed his shirt. The shirt I had in the backpack was a striped blue long sleeve shirt, and he really liked it for some reason. Later, while playing in the sand, he would say “Shirt fun.”
We took the lid and cardboard and a bottle he picked up by the faucets to recycle them, and August decided he was done with the cup that had gotten him wet as well and recycled that. We then went and he sat in the sand and played “This is a…” One of the things he started drawing was a tilde – later, on the etch-a-sketch, he would draw ‘Ñ’ over and over. He found a business card in the sand and went and threw that away. That turned into a game, finding garbage in the sand to throw away. He was doing a lot of talking:
“More play This is a…”
“More tracing. More this is a… More dada Zinnie sit.” (in the morning, when Carly was still there, I asked him what he wanted to do today and he said ‘tracing’ – tracing in the sand/dirt is what I think he meant)
“Something in the sand again.” (looking for more things to throw away)
“No rain today…sweatshirt.” (he started talking about rain and putting on a sweatshirt a couple times today. I have no idea why, as it wasn’t raining and I never mentioned wearing a sweatshirt)
“More look for garbage.”
“More ABC. Please Dada. Help Dada. Lowercase.” (this was what he said, all cute, when I first told him it was time to go)
“Hard to see W” (If he couldn’t see my letter well in the sand he would say this and then grab my hand and make me trace the letter)
The first couple times I tried to get him ready to leave he used the “Please Dada, Help Dada” lines. Then it became “(Screech) Please Dada.” Then it was “No. No. No.” as he ran from one piece of garbage to the next (there was a lot) in the sand area and covered it with sand and did his best to avoid me. Finally, I picked him up and he was a little sad, but not too much. On our walk out there were a bunch of new flower pots, snaking down the center of the walkway. August liked looking at them, but then wanted me to hold his hands while he stepped on the low flower pots to get to the taller ones. I wouldn’t let him do this, and he got sad, hugging me and pushing his head into my legs.
We went to the bathrooms by the front entrance to change him. He said “Mama here. Hiding” remembering when we hid from her when she came out of the bathroom. I asked him what he loves, and he said “Zinnie love A. Zinnie loves B…” Got all the way up to H.
We got home at 5:35. He ate a little dinner. We played on the etch-a-sketch, where he wrote ‘zero’ and ‘going’ and did a lot of This is a…? Carly gave him a bath. She washed his hair, but he was mainly sad about the 8 falling behind the door. Carly made a salad and he inspected that (“Oooh”). Looking at his flashcards, he said “X-Ray has a hyphen”. They read some Bob books and Carly read him the Native American alphabet book. They then saved the 8 behind the door, which meant he had to agree to let the water out of the bath (which he doesn’t like). I suggested he put his dirty socks, which were in the bathroom, in the basket. First, he just went and dropped them by the changing pad. But then I showed them where they went, and he kept putting his other dirty clothes in. When they were all gone, he said “More” and took clothes out of the basket a few times and put them back – saying “goes in there to” with each item. One sock though he was convinced was clean, so tried hanging it on the drying
rack, then putting it in the drawer. I suggested he could put some of the dirty clothes in the washing machine, which he did. He then helped me take the rest of the clean clothes of the rack and put them in the proper drawer. I would hand him a sock or shirt and tell him which drawer, then he would point to it and look at me to make sure he got the right drawer.
He then did some reading with Carly in on the bed. I was out in the living room, and a couple times he walked out – first to get his water bottle, then Peter Rabbit – then back down to the bedroom. Carly took a shower, and he started by reading with me. But then he wanted to open the third set of Bob Books. I said no, so he just kept pointing to the photo saying “this one, this one, this one…” It wasn’t necessarily funny to him, but he wasn’t showing any frustration, then suddenly he started a low screech and got up and tried to go in Carly’s bathroom as she showered. I wouldn’t let him, and the screaming got louder. Took him into the screaming room while she finished up and he screeched. I sat in front of the door. When Carly came out, she got him, and as she took him in to bed he was saying “No blocking…no sit on dada.” He was asleep at 9.
New words/phrases: get out-of-the-way, they are being funny, sunny out so put on a hat, spelling soy milk, spelling zero and ten, spelling gargantuan
IPad watching:
Shirt as a hat:
Lunch:
Throwing away garbage:
After his nap:
Second lunch:
Home. Putting dirty laundry in the basket: