He woke up at 6. I tried to convince him to go back to sleep, but he wanted to see mama. He went out the door and Carly brought him back in. She got him to sleep, and he slept until 6:30. Downstairs he played a little of Magnus Kingdom, then watched Berenstain Bears. Carly headed to work. He ended with the story about the sleepover. We got ready to go, and he was singing about poop, using his yellow rope thing (he says it was a treasure. I don’t remember where it came from) as a microphone. Got going a couple minutes earlier than usual and had an easy walk to school. He was really happy when I surprised him with a snickerdoodle on the walk. And when I got home I remembered to turn our alarm forward 10 minutes to 7:30.
Dropped him off, then walked home. Did some work, then rested for awhile. Rode back and picked him up. When I went in he was at the ideas table and was drawing with Andrea. He held up what he was ‘writing’ and told me “That means your not allowed to be in here…I’m still doing something.” He was drawing a picture of a boat in the water with the luggage attached underneath it. He then got scissors and was going around cutting things up. He trimmed one of his pictures that he had hanging from one of the strings. I asked what it was a picture of and he said, “Just someone on a boat.”
We went out on the playground and sat on the ground and ate a snack. He played a little on the playground, but mainly with a set of tubes from the water table. We would look through the different holes and it would show us something different, like rock in the earth, or the inside of a cow’s stomach, etc. He then told me “I told everybody at school I am not their friend.” But then he clarified that Eve is his only friend. But he said that the teachers said that everyone has to be friends. We talked about different levels and definitions of ‘friend’ and how he could still be friendly and play with everyone, but only have one best friend. He said he was still friendly with everyone, just not their friends. When he was done with the conversation he said, “Stop talking about this!”
He wanted his water bottle, back in the classroom. I told him he could get it himself. As he went to get it he asked, “Does this mean you won’t take care of me anymore?” He had brought out a pair of scissors to cut grass with and was supposed to return them at the same time. But he came back with them still in his hands. I pointed this out and he replied, “And I’m not doing any more orders from you.”
A few minutes later we got going and we walked by the classroom to return the scissors. I told him to be quiet, but he went in making loud ghost noises. There were three teachers in there. I said, “And you all know August.”
We went to the library and the kids area was busy. Ilana had middle schoolers in there sorting the cookie grams from teachers. Carly’s student, whose name I can’t spell, was there, and August was giggling and running away from her. I got Amulet 4, and found a couple other chapter books to try over winter break: Wildwood (by Colin Meloy) and another. I asked if August wanted to try Magic Tree House again, but he said he wanted to try new things.
Carly found us and we walked out together. We saw Taya on the way. We got the bike and walked with them through the parking lot. As we were by Taya August said something about “Stupid”. Taya responded with “You’re stupid!” Neither Cassie nor I were happy with this. August had had a string of similar incidents today: kicking at me when it was time to go this morning and calling it funny, being loud when entering his classroom, telling the librarians he was going to hurt them when he went in the library, and now this: all trying to be funny, but not funny at all.
At home he watched Berenstain Bears. We then read Amulet 4 and ‘council’ was the word of the day. He ate some soup for dinner, although he didn’t have much. But his snack after school was really his full lunch, with rice and mushroom stuff, strawberries, and tuna. Carly was sitting at the table, grading, and she gave him a couple of rubric sheets and he was tracking sound on them.
He then made a snack for us. He went out and picked mustard greens, then added a little salt to them. He said he had learned his lesson of too much salt yesterday and wouldn’t make the same mistake again. He really wanted both Carly’s attention and mine and was saying “Drop everything to the ground.” He then made a pineapple and blackberry water and insisted we all drink it at the same time.
We read more Amulet, then he was playing a wyvern game where he was a baby wyvern. There wasn’t really a scenario though. He just kept making wyvern noises and I was supposed to come up with more and more stuff. I got Carly to sort of took over at 6:40. But then he was still a wyvern and was eating me, and carrying my body to their nest.
Carly and I were discussing the school climate survey she was filling out and August was interested in what we were saying. Carly gave me (or tried to) a massage for my stiff neck. August wanted to alternately help out and just get in the way.
Carly headed up to a shower, and August asked me to play the science game for him that was too scary for him. He meant Blue Apprentice, and we played it together for awhile. There is indeed a very scary-looking flaming monster thing. We played this with the pillows sort of piled on top of us from after the massage when he buried me.
Carly came to take him up for his shower and he got upset and was kicking at me. She took him up for a timeout, then washed him. He was still hungry so I made peanut butter toast and he apologized to me.
We were getting him ready for bed, and when she said she would fall asleep with him he ran out of the room as he wanted it to be me. She joked, “I was loved, once.” He ran back in, yelling “Dont ever say that!” and started sobbing. He was really tired. I left them at 8:15. Heavy crying for a few minutes. But he was asleep by 8:30.
After we were home Carly was explaining the migraine she had last week and speculating that maybe it was the cold or something that Cassie had had but her immune system fought it off. She used the word ‘maybe’ about 5 times, so I congratulated her on becoming a “Doctor of maybecine (medicine).”
String microphone:
Afraid of Carly’s student:
Picking greens for his snack:
His drink of the day:
