He was up at 6:45. I got up an hour later, having had my book group meeting. I had been up from 1 to about 3:30. He was doing his Wanda and the Alien watching binge style today, after just watching two episodes the last two days. All 3 this morning. He wanted me to sit on the couch so he could cuddle in behind me like a nest while he watched. After that he was animals sick from pollution that we took care of. It rained hard for a minute outside and we paused to watch the rain. When the last episode was over he and I went and played with Legos. I made him a rocket and he said it was Astrosmurf’s: “it’s not smurfing off!” He then have me invent rocket fuel.
He then played TodoMath: he finished the level 10 100 puzzle on his own, then was working on quick multiplication. He understood the concept pretty well.
He then went upstairs with Carly to start making a rocket out of the dryer box and toilet paper rolls. Carly grabbed the Picasso’s Trousers book to use as a straight line and he didn’t want her to ruin the book.
They did that for quite awhile and I cleaned the kitchen. He came down as I was peeling some of the oranges from yesterday. He ate a few slices of them, then had a slice of pizza and “cupcake milk”. He asked for more Wanda and the Alien. I explained we had been lazy this morning and needed to do something else. He said “I want lazy iPad Saturday!” He went and lay down on the couch, being lazy. He set 5 minutes on my watch and sort of pretended to sleep. He was doing different funny sleeping poses: “I’m upside down…I’m a bat.”
Carly made us a mango lassi, then they read some 65-Story Treehouse together. He was then chanting “Aardvark! Cheesesticks! Poop poop!” He was being hyper while she was trying to rest. I spun him around, then we played some Duplos and made up different things to chant.
Carly went upstairs to work and he and I went up and did recycling. We then went to the playground, but he was upset to find other kids using his “favorite” part. He started saying “Go away!” I stopped him, and then he had a good idea of going over to the exercise equipment and playing there. But over there he was making up languages and then saying that “That means ‘Go away’” or “That means ‘I’m going to cut them’”. When I told him not to do that he would then do one that was nice, but then he would do a mean one again. When he said something mean to me we headed straight home, a bit after 1:30.
Carly and I talked to him on the couch. She was trying to get him to practice “I’m uncomfortable”, which is what he used to say. He wouldn’t say it, and at first said “I’m gonna get worse”. But then he at first started to write things like “I’m uncomfortable.” in the air, but wouldn’t say it out loud. I pretended to be Eve and then Shmuel so he could practice. Finally, he said “I’m shy. I’m gonna go upstairs.” He then lay down and pretended to restart “Do you see the apple?”
They nursed, then he was still having a hard time. They went upstairs as he saying he wanted to sleep I finished reading The Book of Dust by Philip Pullman just as August came back down. We read some 65-Story Treehouse, then we had a nutty noodle linner outside. Carly had cooked the interesting shape pasta, including the ones that he says look like ghosts. I was then trying to figure out where he learned about ghosts. There is the Scare Bear episode of the Care Bears, but the ghost in that looks like a bear, not the sheet sort of ghost. I think we also read a Biscuit Halloween book from the library, and last year he did see a few minutes of A Charlie Brown Halloween at the Halloween party. But not a lot of ghosts overall, but he understands the concept and that they are in a dark house.
Anyway, then back inside where he was more animals suffering from pollution (fish, sea otter). We made a Duplo rocket, then Carly took over and I went and lay down for awhile, getting back up at 4.
Carly got his costume on. He opposed it at first but was okay when it was on, especially since she was giving him a chocolate chip every 10 minutes. When he was in the bathroom with her he told her he was afraid of the Halloween party we were going to. Some good communicating there.
We left a bit early, and between chocolate chips he kept asking “What minute is it?” The party started at 5 and we got there about 10 minutes early. He looked around at costumes, Carly got a green trick or treat bag for him, and I got a hotdog that he ate part of while we waited.
We went in and wandered around. First did the trick or treating, which he really liked. When he was walking on his own across the grass he was dancing to different songs. A bit later he was really dancing to “Ghostbusters”. After trick or treating we went through the hedge maze, which he basically ran through, I think to get out of it quickly.
Then did some of the activities: a ring toss thing, then sitting at the art table where he colored a picture of jack-o-lanterns and put stickers on it. Did a different ring toss thing. And they walked the cakewalk together for a few minutes until he won something. He chose a chocolate brownie. Every 10 minutes he could have another piece of candy. He had Skittles, M&Ms, Sour Patch Kids, and more M&Ms. He was doing a good job of sharing with us, giving pieces to Carly in particular without being prompted.
We went and waited for popcorn for awhile – figured it would be the slightly healthier alternative to candy for awhile, but the crowd waiting for popcorn was large, and the supply limited. We talked to Ada for a couple minutes, and August admired costumes – in particular he spotted someone dressed as a minion, and he liked the wizard costume of the popcorn person. Earlier, there had been someone dressed as Ms. Frizzle from The Magic School Bus.
He was okay with heading home, so we decided against popcorn. We left at 6:05. As we were walking home he said “When we go home we really need to brush my teeth.”
At home we read 225 pages of 65-Story Treehouse. He was then an elephant, putting out fires with his trunk “That was from cigarette butts.” (Another reference to the book at the library yesterday). Carly took him upstairs for his shower, then he and I read more Treehouse downstairs, then went upstairs and read After the Storm on the bed. He got a little hyper and was chanting “Aardvark, cheesestick, poop poop” before he nursed with Carly. He was asleep by 8:25.
