Carly took my driver’s license to school today so Ada could take them in tomorrow along with all the other paperwork and get our Israeli licenses. So we were carless today.
He was up just after 5:50. He was scratching at the sheet – I think he may have been a cat, but when I asked he wouldn’t say anything. He went out and found Carly. Downstairs he played Dragonbox Numbers while she went to work. We did some of our gentle head butting and he said “I’m stronger…I win.” He asked “How do you spell The Eighth Garfield Treasury?” And “How do you spell cuh-mu-nu-fu-suh? That’s the sofits in Hebrew.” He’d made up that word a day or two ago, and I didn’t realize what it was: the sounds of the 5 ‘final’ sounds in Hebrew strung together. We read the entire Garfield book. His favorite from this collection is probably the “Booga booga booga” strip. He also was quoting “You’re driving me crazy.” after we read, which may or may not be from the collection.
He lay on floor eating zucchini bread and talking about Hebrew. And he asked “How’s our mold experiment doing?” He then wanted an “underground photo”. So he was a squirrel in a nest I built. Another Garfield quote came out: “Okay, who glued Odie to the ceiling?”
We next read a couple of the Plants vs Zombies books that Cherie sent. The early reader book isn’t much more than an instruction manual for the iPhone game that the books are based on. But the hardback books are collections of actual Dark Horse comics and pretty good. We read about half of the first book of them.
He was then asking to grow things in the house, which confused me at first: “Can I grow apple trees in our house…find a way to grow apple trees in the house? And pears? And plums? We need something…I know, Hungry Little Carepillar.” Ah, he wanted to play the iPad game. Played that for a little while, then used the piano keyboard on GarageBand and with the tabla app. He started playing “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star” on the piano.
I made us a mango-pineapple lassi. While August was playing around he asked “Can I make poop pictures for Vivian?” Although we didn’t actually get around to it. He drank lassi and discussed the Hebrew alphabet. He said he got a chunk in his lassi and said “I think it’s a bite of chair. Yep, cuz I really like chairs in my smoothie.”
We went upstairs. He watched Peg + Cat. Watched one story together then I took a shower. I went outside and moved the couch in the storage area and identified that the leaking water in the street is coming out of the cover over the sewage system. The neighbors asked me about it yesterday, and since the landlord will be back in the country in a few days I figured I’d investigate more.
Outside he was walking around humming Yankee Doodle and asked me to sing. He said “Dada, when you sing words words come out of my word dispenser.”
We went for a walk and sang songs: Theres a zero at the bottom (he remembered it goes up to 14), Yankee Doodle, Ants Go Marching, and When Johnny Comes Marching Home. We stopped first at the bank, where we got good and bad news: the good news was that the checkbook we’ve been waiting for was actually there. The bad news was that she assured me there was nothing wrong with our account and that the cards should work. But they haven’t worked since Thursday.
We then headed to the pizza place and got a slice of cheese and a slice of corn. The guy invited August in back and we got to see the slices going through the oven and the pizzas in the big coolers, ready to bake. August was really nice to the guys, even calling out to the younger guy, who was in the back this time.
We ate our pizza, then walked over to the park by the library. He asked “Can you make the three electric spoons? They can shock you, so be careful.” He was then the Blabberwocky (from Peg + Cat) and I was cube that he stole. He then wanted me to sing London Bridge so we sang that. Next he was a raccoon and the play structure was his nest and he was defending it. He then found sap and holes on the trees and was touching them with rocks.
He then said he wanted to get more steps in, so we hopped back on the bike. We stopped at the hardware store to get more Tupperware and clear silicone. Card didn’t work there, and it hadn’t worked at the pizza place. Bank was closed by now (it closed at 1) so we’ll go back tomorrow. Outside the hardware store is the new sidewalk they’ve put in, still covered with sand. So August was playing around in it, doing circles while shuffling his feet, and said he was a merry-go-round.
We walked home along the main street and where the road is wide he started steering us in loops and circles. He said “There’s a pencil on each foot and it says we like graffiti writing.” We got home, but were a little short of 9,000 steps, so August wanted to do more walking. We walked up towards the dead end, then came back. While we were walking he said “I’m gonna spit on the ground.” That reminded me of how he used to spit all the time while we were in Korea. Think he dropped that over the summer.
We got our 10,000, and were home at 2:45. We did more GarageBand and keyboard, then a bit of the caterpillar game. He kept having the iPad fall over though and I was trying to get things together to make banana bread. We made banana bread, and he threw out another quote: “Here’s your cabbage smoothie, Terry darling.” That’s from one of the Andy and Terry Treehouse books, but I’m not sure which one.
He licked the mixer and then the spatula. While it baked we read Berenstain Bears Go to School and more of James and the Giant Peach. Carly was home about 4:50. They nursed, then he was upset when he wanted more. We eventually set a 10 minute timer. He waited for that, reluctantly, and the timer for the banana bread. When the bread was done, and after he had nursed again, he had a slice of that. We then had spaghetti for dinner. He only ate about half his bowl and wanted more banana bread.
Carly took him upstairs for a bath and he had quite a meltdown. She kept him in the bedroom while he was upset and refusing a bath. He was quite cuddly though, cuddling in her lap, as he told her he didn’t love her and was going to kill her and he wanted to go to me. Eventually they decided he could go to sleep. I brushed his teeth and he said he was going to dream about rocket ships. I wasn’t too sure he’d fall asleep, but he did, at 6:50. He really was tired.
Photos:
Mean raccoon:
Staeing raccoon:
