A lovely snow day and August got to make use of his snow boots a couple more times. He was up at 7:20 We all Skyped with Vivian for a long time. He did a lot of nursing through the morning. He reminded me of the song “Hello Goodbye” with something he said, and I snag part of it and he asked what it was. He then asked “Why it by the Beatles? What if it by the ladybugs?” He took down recycling with Carly, then they played with the tool set in the changing room. Carly spearheaded a lot of cleanup/throwing stuff out. She pointed out the exercise ball and he instantly wanted to play with it. He jumped on it, fell off, got up, jumped right on it again, and fell off harder. Got upset after that and had to nurse. I was hanging laundry and cleaning stuff up, and just as I was thinking about getting rid of the whiteboard and hadn’t said a thing, August walked in the room, walked right to it, and grabbed it. Hasn’t used it in months. If I believed in psychic communication I’d take it as proof. We took it in to the living room and drew on it. Had to try out the markers, as the first one we tried was dried up. He said “I tried purple and it worked good.” He drew a mem sofit.
He’s been using the phrase “I told you…” a lot lately. I took a shower, and he did play dough with Carly, then shared some cereal with me. We then made banana bread together. Carly brought out his old shoes and said something about getting rid of them. He said no, and wanted to go to a playground in his old sandals. Spent some time trying them on. Got sad, and had to nurse again. Back out, I was sorting books, and he wanted to read them. We read some old classics: Under the Sea with Me, Happy Birthday, Fuzzy Bugs. Carly then brought out old socks, and he wanted to wear them (see the theme?) He put on two pairs of Pororo socks, and we put a pair on Angeles. Then read the Moon Yo Ni art book and Teacher Says.
It started snowing heavily and Carly took him outside at 1:50. I stayed inside as the banana bread wasn’t done. Thought it would just be a few minutes, but then realized I needed to bake it longer. By the time it was out and cooled I was putting on my shoes to go out the door at 2:30 when they came back in. They had gone on the swings and tube slide, and done snowballs. He threw a snowball at a girl and hit her after he had seen her dad throwing them at her.
We made a salmon sandoo and shared it, and he wanted the Puffin Rock story about Bernadette’s cracked shell. Told that, then he wanted to see a picture of bones. Ended up playing with the Tinybop Human Body app.
He was way into that, but convinced him, as it was snowing hard again, that we should go for a walk for pizza. Left at 4:30. He and I waited in the hallway while she took the garbage out. He waited to spot her coming back, and was excited when he did. Rode the bike up to Pizza School. Carly tried putting the cover down on the bike, but he wanted it up so the snow would fall on him, despite earlier telling her he didn’t like it.
At the pizza place he looked at the menu and wanted the shrimp rings and wedge fries. So got that along with our usual pepperoni and noodle pizzas. August stood on a chair and played with the little credit card signature pad, and the woman talked to him. He didn’t say hi, but he smiled at her. We then went outside and played with snowballs. I threw snowballs at him, and he threw snowballs at Carly. Seemed fair to me. We walked home, and as we got home it was really falling hard.
We were home at 5:10. Ate our dinner, and August found the pickles and ate a few of those. Did some markers, then was singing the “sister finger” song from YouTube. Has never been one we’ve watched a lot and don’t know when he watched it last. So odd to hear him singing it.
He went to the bathroom and needed to be wiped. But then he told me not to: “Don’t wipe myself…I was making a joke.” After making that joke, he then made up a song about jokes. I caught parts of it:
“I made a joke
Because I like to joke
…icky things
…joke a jokety-joke…”
He nursed and then painted with Carly. He kept wiping the paper though, and Carly hates the sound and went and hid in the bedroom. He followed her in and was then being funny on the bed. He then invented a whole “find garbage” game which Carly and I didn’t really understand, but involved us looking for both real garbage for him to throw away, and then fake garbage, which he found funny. Funniest was when he and I were finding things like rotten sandwiches under her pillow. They played find garbage while I got the bath ready, then I gave him a bath and washed his hair. He went to sleep soon after that, by 7:20.
A few hours later he was talking in his sleep. A few whole sentences that I missed, but I caught:
“…7 8 9 10…”
“…what kind of playground?”
Photos. Whiteboard:
Old socks and Fuzzy Bugs:
Going for pizza:
Hitting mama:
Big snowball:
Home:
The view:
In bed:
