We all slept in this morning. Sometime before 7:30 he got up enough to come and climb on me, pressing his head against mine. He fell back asleep and rolled away from me. At 7:40 we both got up. Downstairs he cuddled with Carly, then she read him Pippi Longstockings. Much more successfully this time. He said, “I’m a thing-seeker.” He watched some Wild Kratts, then wanted to make more quiche cookies. He made them triangular this time, with tops on them.
We read Hilda and the Troll. As we talked about the map in the front I said that was where it ‘takes place.’ He said, “Takes place. I learned that from Ms. Vicky…like the book Stick Man takes place in a forest.” We read the book and took out the cookies. We then read Hilda and the Stone Forest. He got upset when I said I couldn’t do something and had a timeout. I took a shower and he had some food with Carly. He cookie once he agreed to clean up the broccoli he had made a mess of on the table.
I went up to work for a couple hours. Catching up on Sabeel work and also made progress on the website today. They did paper mache outside, making a couple balls, and made slime from the leftover mixture. He shredded a carrot all on his own. I came down at 2:30 and they were outside. He came and showed me a praying mantis that Carly had found and put in his bug catcher. He told me all about it: “It has a triangular head…” He told me about the big odd spider by the door as well.
After awhile I got him out on a walk. We went up and did recycling first. Lots of random stuff (a heater, toaster oven, bucket with dried stuff in it) by the garbage area that he got to inspect. Also, it was our first time using the new container, where you can recycle milk cartons, metal cans, and other plastics.
It was threatening to rain on and off. We dropped off the recycling bags and continued on over to the park where he’s blasted monsters in the past. We sat on the merry-go-round and he tried the blueberry bite things. Those were a disappointment, but we had other snacks. Spun him on that for a bit, then he wanted to do the running barrel thing: “Let’s do this, grumpy dada.” He likes me to tell him where to walk to, then to act grumpy when we don’t go anywhere. We played around for a bit longer, then it started to lightly rain. We got walking home at 5:15. Stopped along the way to look up at the electrical lines and the equipment up a pole. I used the word ‘regulate’ and that was the word of the day.
At home they went upstairs to wrestle, then came down and read more of _Pippi Longstockings _. They had some apple and peanut butter, and I was working on the website.
We left for school about 6:50. August asked, “Can we get a big big car when we move to another country?” Earlier he had seen a big car and said he wanted one like it. It was an arts night produced by high school students that was titled, The Mad Project. It was a fundraiser for an organization (Yeladim) that helps children in the foster system.
We got there at 7, when it was schedule to start, but it was Israeli time, so doors didn’t open for another 20 minutes. He got an ice cream cone with cake in it, and we talked to Heather and Mikaela. He had worn his light-up shoes and was stomping around in the dark outside. Mikaela talked to him about his shoes, asking if the dogs had names. He doesn’t know there names (or that they’re from a show). When she asked if he liked dogs he said no, but he thinks that Bibo (I think it was) at school “Is the kind of person that likes dogs.”
We went in and looked at the student art in the silent auction. August liked the geometric pictures, and there was a piece made of small toys glued together and painted black that I considered for the office. We looked at the photography for awhile, then they opened the doors and we went in. We sat near the back. August did great through it, although he was making his shoes flash sometimes. But mainly it worked to have him do that as his clapping between acts. Extremely talented students (the singing, in particular, is a nice improvement). August asked me to look up one song that played, during a solo dance piece, so we could listen to it later. It was “Youth” by Troy Sivan. Other highlights were the first duet (‘Best Part”), the acapella group, and the Michael Jackson drums/bass/piano thing at the end.
We left during the speech from the CEO of the organization at the end. Outside, August asked why there were lights in the ground. I said maybe because they were pretty. He gave me an “Oh, Dada” for that.
At home he had oatmeal. Then he kept saying, “Hey, grumpy face”. We listened to “The Robots” and I got him ready for bed. On the bed he sat on me and did an imagining game where he was making me pee. His pressure was my kryptonite. I was Super Dada.
Carly came in and I left them at 9:30.
Watching the hail:
Telling me about the spider:
Art night:
