Fun Times

School is in full gear now. Luke's doing great at school, according to his teacher. But he is exhausting at home. He and I have both had a little cold for a few days, so I know he's not feeling his best. And now that he's in afternoon preschool he's so much more tired in the evening. I keep reminding myself of these things as he protests everything I ask him to do. And as I have to make him comply for the twentieth time in one day (or maybe in one hour). Exhausting, exhausting.

This morning I was explaining he was going to see Ms. Kristin, come home for lunch, and then going to school. (Which reminds me we hardly ever have to count things out any more, as in #1 Ms. Kristin #2 Lunch. I used to spend my whole day counting. And Lamar mentioned it to Luke's teachers in our IEP meeting and they were SO glad he shared that. Surely some of you remember this post. But he rarely needs the numbered list anymore.) Luke asked me if Brady was going to be at Ms. Kristin's (a friend in a social group we do on Wednesdays.) I explained today was just him and Ms. Kristin and he fell on the floor "crying" though there were no tears. More just wailing. He sees I'm undeterred and eventually gets in the car and does great with Ms. Kristin.

We get home from speech and I fix him lunch. He asks to watch TV. I show him the clock and what time we will be turning the TV off. He is fine with that and complies. He eats a good lunch. I help him get his shoes on and he asks me if he's going to his "new school or school". I answer new school. He falls to the floor and wails again. Grrr. He gets over that and I tell him, ever so nicely, to go potty before we leave. Wailing. He potties. I tell him to wash his hands. You guessed it. Wailing. That's fine, he can use hand gel. Nope, apparently he decided today that he DOES NOT LIKE hand gel. He chooses to wash his hands. As we finally get out the door to car he says, "Mommy, I want you to be happy." Nice.

And as we're driving to school he asks me again if we're going to his new school or school. I answered that he will now always go to his new school. He is too big for his old school (not exactly accurate but it works for him). He asks, "Am I in Ms. Jenny's class or Ms. Becca's class?" I remind him he's in Ms. Jenny's class, which he knows but he loves to ask questions he knows the answers to. And then he says, "Am I too heavy for Ms. Becca's class?" And I laugh and laugh. He does make happy. His crazy little ways, as frustrating as they are, are so very funny.

I'm so proud of him and his great behavior at school. And if there is one person he can relax and let out his frustrations with, I'm very glad it's me. Even if some days are REALLY long and tiring. I love him to pieces.

We've been up to a few other things. My friend Alison gave us a tomato plant a few months ago. And here is the only tomato we've seen all summer. Such the green thumb . . .



Wii, Wii, Wii. I love it. I love that he loves it. But now Luke really wants someone to play with him all the time. And so, alas, I've grown a little tired of Wii, particularly Wii at 7 a.m. And we need a little variety in our day. After Luke vetoed my ideas (play dough or painting) he suggested we bowl. Because when we're not playing Wii, we like to recreate Wii games. Don't you? We often have to pretend we're pressing "A" and make a little "boop" sound.

At least with backyard bowling you get as many throws as you need and can still call it a spare.

And basketball. The new Wii sports has a basketball game, just in case you thought we were branching out to non-Wii sports. Isn't that a classy basketball goal: our new hot water heater box and $5 ball and basket set? (Funny story. We were shopping on Saturday and Luke saw a store that sold college shirts and other fan paraphernalia. There was a football on the sign and Luke begged to go in. I told him they just had clothes and no games. He was adamant. We went in and he found this basketball game in the bargain bin. Mom's wrong again.)

I think Luke looks so tall, thin, and like a big boy in this photo. When did this happen?