He was up a little before 6 when I was getting dressed. He went down and cuddled with Carly for several minutes. He watched a Magic School Bus, then played with his drill. Carly said he should tell Heather about it and he called it his “long intensiled (utensiled?) drill.” Carly dressed him in earthy colors for the Earth Day celebrations today (a school-wide dress thing). We got going at 7:20 and I dropped them off at school. Carly said that taking him to class wasn’t as smooth as the last time she did it. She cheered him up and got him going by saying he could have Mama-Zinnie time after school if he wanted to skip STEM class.
I drove to Sabeel. Waze took me a new route: south on 2, east on 5, and then south on 60. A new section of the West Bank that I drove through. I got to Sabeel at 9:30, just a couple minutes after Omar and Marc. Omar made Turkish coffee and we met in the office (Androus was mailing out the newsletter on the usual tables) until about 12:30. Reorganized the book, in theory, but should also make things easier/more sustainable in the long run (again, in theory). Omar also talked about parenting and how the baby isn’t sleeping much, and he’s running out of parenting tricks to manage Ghada. We had kak and yogurt and falafel and oranges for lunch, with Androus and the woman that was also there. Omar and her talked about some online game, a first-person shooter, that everyone seems to play (PUBG, which is apparently pronounced ‘papa ji). I told them that the kids at school play that annoying Shellshockers on the library computers.
I drove back, getting gas along the way. I got to school about 3:30. I went to her classroom but it was locked and I saw August’s stuff inside. I found them over at the cafeteria. He was eating a pastry thing.
He had hit Lydia today, although it didn’t sound as bad. She had been pushing him (not clear if it was literally or physically) to do something. He said she wasn’t upset by it. He had had to sit and draw again, presumably with Ms. Vicky, but Carly didn’t actually talk to a teacher. When she had gotten there, he had said he had a piece of paper to give her and he told her this.
We went back to Carly’s classroom. He had drawn a restaurant machine on the board, and now explained it to me and added things: a spot where you put in the recipe you want, arms so it can deliver the food, a table people can sit at, and eyes on the table so it could see.
We walked to the car and were home about 4. They stayed outside, planting a bunch of seeds (peppers) and making a sign for the ‘sensor fence’. I got his dinner ready (curry and rice), then Carly read to him. They started with Tar Beach, then read I Been There, then started Monsters Beware! from the beginning as they ate popcorn. I baked the second loaf of bread. They then went up to wrestle on the bed and I did some typing and work. August fell off the bed and was hurt for a minute but was okay.
Downstairs the second load finished. He wanted to cut his slice in half with the bread knife. As I tried to helped him he told me, “Dada. I. Don’t. Need. Your help.” We ate, then he had fun taking the hairband out of Carly hair, repeatedly, as she sat on the chair.
She made him pick up the clothes. Earlier, she had let him bring down the clothes so he could make a clothes sculpture on the drying rack. Carly took him up and gave him a bath. Carly had noticed the full moon, so I took August out and we looked at it.
He was still hungry so I made him oatmeal. He was playing with the drill with the paintbrush in it, and he asked me to do a slo-mo video of it, which turned out pretty well. We finished reading Bone #2, then read the fox and badger book, The Meeting. One of the books had the term ‘party pooper’ in it and August made that the word of the day. We went upstairs and he asked, “Can we wrestle? I have my wresting moves down!” So we wrestled around on the bed. The most we have actually wrestled. He asked questions about boxing as we headed downstairs for him to say goodnight to Carly.
He took the tape dispenser back up and taped a couple things, then I brushed his teeth. He wanted a story, so I told a story called “A Day in the life of Shmorgadeboop“, where the cat spends the day pretending to be a tiger and meets August at the park and gets chased home by dogs. Then sang a couple songs and he was asleep at 8:45.
His restaurant machine:
Clothes sculpture:
Paintbrush drill slo-mo:
