He woke up just before 7:15. He sat on the stairs and tried to convince Carly to go up. Eventually got him downstairs. Had his vitamins and he and Carly built with the straws a bit, then they went outside to set up the solar oven and check the temperature. They were out a bit longer, then he came in and asked where his spider web poker (the little pointy metal thing) was. I told him he last had it outside after he had me wash it yesterday. He spent about five minutes whining about it as he lay on the floor of the kitchen, complaining that he might never find it. When I made it clear that I’d help him look, he got up and went out and immediately said “I found it!”
Carly went upstairs. For awhile I kept working and he played on his own. He sang songs about Judge Gavelhead and PKB. When I asked him about them, it was almost like he didn’t even realize he was doing it. I started building with him and we were building a house from the design booklet. Carly headed to school for an envelope for our car keys. We skyped with my parents as we built. At one point he was chanting “immediately”. Another vocab acquisition. We talked about our plans in Chelan and the idea of going out to pizza the first day so we could see Paul. He liked the idea of Paul serving us.
Sometime after we hung up he ran to the bathroom, which is where he’s allowed to say those words as much as he wants, and sang a poop song. Then ran back. Then he told us “In Emmett and Leonard’s chasing game they call the bad person ‘Buttman’.” He’s told us that exact sentence about a hundred times. They are also the source of his inspiration in this regard.
Looking at the house he said “It’s really gorgeous.” They worked on it and I took a shower.
Carly then took him to Poleg Beach. I stayed to work and type, but mainly ended up dealing with creating frequent flyer accounts and checking into our flight. They were back at 12. He told me “We got soaked wet…then we were pooping everywhere…hitting people…punching people…saying I don’t love you.” None of which was true, as his swimsuit wasn’t damp at all. They had played in the sand though, and learned about plastic in the ocean. When Carly was trying to get water for their creation, there were small pieces of plastic everywhere in the water. Like we’ve never seen before. Sounded awful.
We got our stuff together and headed to the leftovers party at Ilana’s house. We took the berry brains and ice cream and a bottle of wine. This party was inside. August had fun playing on the bean bag chair in the middle for awhile, then we got to eating. It turns out he really likes tuna casserole. When he was done eating, he and Carly played with the straw building set that we had bought (later, as we worked on final packing, he would be a little upset that we couldn’t take the set with us on the plane, as we had just bought it). We also had berry brains. August also had an interesting theory on his eating: “If I have another bite I will explode, just for your warning…a treat will make me a little less full.” They did grab some sort of treat for him to eat later, I think.
We got going about 2:30. Rebecca was there, and I suggested he go over and tell her he was a s’more. He was a little shy, but Carly went with him, then he was totally into it and got some great squeezes. He also impressed her by knowing her name. Then, right as we were leaving, Jack and Celeste got there. So we got to actually say goodbye to Jack as well.
As we walked to the car I mentioned needing to skype with my dad again as we’d forgotten to say “Happy Father’s Day”. Carly felt horrible as they hadn’t said anything to me, but I hadn’t even thought of that. She told August to say it to me and he said “Pfft. Happy Pooper’s Day.”
We swung by the store in town and I got a couple of things. When I came out, August was upset. He was upset about a timeout for saying poop, etc. and now couldn’t be quiet. He was horrified by the idea that he was supposed to be quiet and said he just couldn’t do that.
He had recovered by the time we got home. He was also more positive about Father’s Day: “Can I make a present for dada? For Father’s day?” He said “Snot snot snot” and ran and got his own tissue. Which was a first. I went upstairs to do some packing.
A bit later I had him come upstairs with me. I continued packing and we built with the letter/random blocks. A prison. His choice. He then got sad about not taking his straw toys. However, he convinced me to pack his blue fan from Korea (he’d really been thinking about it earlier in the day, before the party, and I found it) and as I cleared out our regular backpack he wanted to take the slinky and squishy ball (both from Bar, I think) and I fit them in as well.
Downstairs he asked “What’s influence mean?” Pretty sure from talking about how Emmitt, etc. have influenced his vocabulary. He was then talking about how he had eaten magic prunes. Then told a pretty cool story: “I sneaked into a scientist place then I found out that the scientist had a little bucket to poop in so I pooped in the bucket and when the scientist realized the squishy poop was there the scientist studied it.”
I then took him with me to park the car at the school over the summer. We took the bike for the walk back, and a box of recycling. We drove to the school and parked it in a nice spot by the tennis courts. I told him to give Skoda Mama a pat goodbye, and he also gave it a nice hug. Didn’t get a photo of the first hug, but then he was afraid the car alarm would go off. I convinced him it wouldn’t (not even sure if it has one) and he gave it some more hugs and pats.
We went to the guard station to drop off the keys, then in the school to recycle all of our cans. August then had the idea of walking around the “entire school” one last time. We walked over towards the fields. He saw the view and said “Ooh, let’s sit on the bench”. We sat there for a minute, then walked back. Didn’t do the whole school, in part because there were a couple of small kids – like barely toddler small – and he ran past them as fast as he could so they couldn’t get him. Funny boy.
Out in the parking lot, as we walked back to make sure we’d actually locked the car, he started pointing out car genders/sexes based on his dark=boy, light=girls theory. We checked on the car, then headed home. Always thinking, he asked “Why didn’t I go to preschool since I was three?” I talked about how we had just moved, he didn’t like the idea of preschool until recently, etc.
We’d forgotten to do the other recycling when we left (we’d also seen Panina again and told her we’d be gone for the next six weeks) so I’d transferred it all to an Ikea bag. We stopped at the cages and did recycling. There was a pink, well-used but function, scooter there that he at first talked about taking home. He then tripped over it and fell pretty hard. Don’t know if it was that, or he just forgot about it, but he didn’t end up taking it home.
We were home at 8. Carly gave him a bath and got him ready for bed. I left them at 8:40. He was telling stories. Carly said he kept using the phrase “It’s my last opportunity to…” He requested me and I came up at 9. He looked at the scab from his burn on his finger one last time, then was pretending to sleep on the bed. He said he’d get in his real spot, then I could turn off the light. He did that, he ‘pretended’ to sleep, and he was asleep just after 9:10.