He was up at 7:30. Played a lot of Dragonbox Big Numbers, then we read Pig Pig meets the Lion (we read it before) and Lucky Beans (which we really liked) in Skybrary. He had had some breakfast, but asked “Could I have noodles and butter?” This was from the book about the girl who raises a baby duck. At the beginning she only likes noodles and butter. August has never had that. Carly made him some and he really, really liked it: “Maybe you could make it for me every day…slippery too…yummy…yummy noodles, mama. Maybe you should make some for dada too. Do you like butter, dada?” “You’re a good cook, mama!” “Could you cook poop, mama?…Poop with cheese sauce and fried, please.”
They were then looking at yearbook photos of the teachers/staff when I went to take a shower. When I was done she had him practicing rest time. He tried the headphones, but only listened to a podcast for a few minutes. He mainly watched the timer, which is at least something. Carly cleaned, and I did the laundry and scanned some papers and her driver’s license, which finally came in the mail. Still no sign of mine.
He made songs in a couple apps, singing a “lucky” song along to one of them, and played Dragonbox Big Numbers. We made the word of the day ‘simultaneously’, as one of the music apps he used wouldn’t let you put notes in to play at the same time, but the other one does.
We had been invited to a birthday party today. It was for Ben, the little brother of Maya, who was in August’s hebrew class. The party was at the school pool. In the car, August said “Maybe I should ask the government to make cars that air conditioners (in the back) here too.” He remembered one of the cars in the States that had vents in the back. We were practicing using ‘simultaneously’ and he said “I can clap at the same time as cooking marshmallows…cuz I have three hands.”
We got to the pool. They got noodles to play with and I talked to Mandy for a couple minutes. Omri was there, and when I got in the pool the two of them were playing together. We played with her for awhile. We all got out to go have pizza. He ate a couple slices. Then back to the pool. He said someone had stopped him to take his photo on the way back. It was Sharna, their mom. We were in the pool some more, then it was time for cake. When we got out, August intently tied the strings of his swimsuit in a knot. We sang happy birthday, and he got a piece of cake, which he ate intently.
Back in the pool, I played with him for awhile while Carly read. He said, “Out teachers don’t use deodorant.” One of the lines from Captain Underpants that he has memorized and likes to recite. We played with a paddle board a bit and he wanted me to read the warning on it. Carly and I switched and they played with a diving ring.
We headed home. He played Dragonbox Big Numbers and we read The Butter Battle Book while Carly went to the store. He and I then walked up and did recycling for the first time since getting back. The plastic cage was overflowing, so he was scrunching things to fit: “I’m a good scruncher.”
Carly got home and he played a little Dragonbox Big Numbers, then we read Green Eggs and Ham, McElliott’s Pool (which he haven’t read much at all). Then played with the Lego town.
Doing some cleanup, I decided it was time to move the big backamapack not storage, officially retired. A sad retirement. On the bright side, I found 300 shekels in one of the pockets. I asked August if he had fond memories of riding in it and he didn’t really respond. I said “But it’s supposed to be your first memories of Korea!” He said it was second, actually. He then said something about eating sushi. I said, “You mean kimbap?” He got excited and said “Yeah!” So seemed like a real memory.
I went for a run and they read and sneaked a few iPad minutes. He was very giggly about this when I got back and they were ‘hiding’ on the couch. I took a shower, then gave him a bath and washed his hair. Amazingly, he let me spray his hair. He found it really tickly. I called Carly up to come and see.
He said good night to Carly and we brushed his teeth and did mouthwash. We read a poetry book on Skybrary called My Foot Fell Asleep and Dad’s First Day and something else. I retold the first Zinnie story with the tunnel and he fell asleep during it with his head on my shoulder and his arm and leg over me at 9:15. I lay there for awhile, not wanting to disturb him, and fell asleep for awhile myself.
