Max just came and asked me, "Mom, what's it called when you can see through things?"
I answered, "I'm not sure--do you mean x-ray vision?"
Excitedly, he answered, "Yeah, that's it. Thanks Mom!" And ran right out of the room.
My curiousity peaked, I followed, and found he was working on his Christmas wish list.
Santa didn't come through last year when Max asked for lasers that shoot out of one's eyes. But that doesn't seem to have dashed his hopes for a superpower Christmas this year.
Showing posts with label Max. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Max. Show all posts
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
always my baby
came as a total surprise
popped into this world too early
stole hearts from day one
will likely break some in the future
spitfire of epic proportions
with a mind of his own
obstinate times ten
well, more like times twenty
cat lovin'-est boy around
comic relief
instigator
marvel with his hands
in possession of a very short fuse
lovable times a bazillion
HAPPY SEVENTH BIRTHDAY!
always my baby
Friday, February 27, 2009
Warning: Read at Your Own Risk
(Seriously, we're talking gross here.)
Hmmm...I'm not sure what this says about me...
I just took the cushions off the couch to vacuum it out, and I discovered that Max has acquired a rather disgusting new habit. Seems he's been picking his nose and then wiping his bounty between the cushions. And how did I react to this discovery? I laughed! There was a day long ago, when I probably would have cried instead. Yeah, but laughing is so much better.
And yes, I then proceeded to clean up his dirty little secret.
Oh, and we will have a private little chat when he gets home about more appropriate means of disposal.
Hmmm...I'm not sure what this says about me...
I just took the cushions off the couch to vacuum it out, and I discovered that Max has acquired a rather disgusting new habit. Seems he's been picking his nose and then wiping his bounty between the cushions. And how did I react to this discovery? I laughed! There was a day long ago, when I probably would have cried instead. Yeah, but laughing is so much better.
And yes, I then proceeded to clean up his dirty little secret.
Oh, and we will have a private little chat when he gets home about more appropriate means of disposal.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
a mommy post with some book stuff thrown in, or vice versa
First of all, let me tell you all how very lucky you are that I was "on blog break" last week when I read this book. Seriously, it's just one of those books that you want to talk about something on darn near every page. Since I already gushed away once, I'll skip it this time around. Instead, like Nymeth and Chris, I'll share the damage this damn book (and I mean that in only the nicest way) did to my wish list:
*How to Breathe Underwater by Julie Orringer
*George and Sam: Autism in the Family by Charlotte Moore
*How Mumbo-Jumbo Conquered the World by Francis Wheen
*True Notebooks by Mark Salzman
*Random Family by Adrian Nicole LeBlanc
*What Narcissism Means To Me by Tony Hoagland
*This is Serbia Calling by Matthew Collin
*We're in Trouble by Chris Coake
*Every Secret Thing by Laura Lippman
*Early Bird by Rodney Rothman
*How to Be Lost by Amanda Eyre Ward
*A Complicated Kindness by Miriam Toews
*Citizen Vince by Jess Walter
*Pure Pleasure by John Carey
*What Good Are the Arts by John Carey
*Death and the Penguin by Andrey Kurkov
*Running in the Family by Michael Ondaatje
Yeah, isn't that pathetic?!! He also had me wanting with greater intensity books already on my wish list, had me wanting to pull books I already owned immediately off my shelf, and had me wanting to reread books I'd already read! He's a menace, I tell you. A menace. ;)
*****
***Many thanks to our lovely hostesses, Eva and Alessandra.***
George and Sam: Two Boys, One Family, and Autism by Charlotte Moore. See above for blame on this one. :)
Fax from Sarajevo by Joe Kubert. Whim. Looks really good.
Circle of Cats by Charles de Lint and Charles Vess. Chris, you've not only earned yourself another point, but you've earned an enormous thank you from me! Oh my gosh, this book is so wonderful! And beautiful, oh so beautiful! Both to look at and to listen to. Basically, it's the story of a little girl who is bitten by a venomous snake and how she is saved by a group of cats who use magic to save her. As if the book itself weren't special enough, the experience of reading it to Max was one of those truly cherished moments of motherhood. He's gotten so big that he rarely crawls right into my lap anymore, but he snuggled right in for this one. He was completed enchanted by this story. And after it was over, we had one of those melt-your-heart mommy moments. In fact, when he went running off right afterward, I immediately had to write down our conversation:
Max: If I was her, I'd tell Aunt that I was that kitten.
Me: Do you think Aunt would believe her?
Max: I don't know. She probably doesn't believe in magic.
Me: Do you think people stop believing in magic when they grow up?
Max: Do you believe in magic?
Me: I don't know. I think I do. Do you?
Max: Yes. And that means we both have magic in our hearts. 'Cause that's where magic lives.
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And I had a couple more "great mommy" moments in the last few days, too. Yesterday we received an invitation in the mail. An invitation to "the opening" of the 2009 Youth Art Month Show. Each year the school district puts on a show of student art. The art teachers from each of the eight schools in the district choose a handful of art work done by students in their particular school to be featured in the show. And the art teacher at Gray's school chose one of his pieces. I can't tell you how teary-eyed this makes me, because if ever there were a little boy who could use some self-confidence, it's Gray. Even he didn't know about it until we received this official invitation yesterday. I'm not sure if I can stand waiting these few weeks until "the exhibit" opens. :)
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And then there's Annie. I know I talked before about how she took her first college course last semester, and she did very well. But I'm not sure if I mentioned that she was taking another one this semester. Spanish 101. And I admit, I worried about her a little bit. It's a much bigger class, and it's not in her normal comfort zone of writing. Turns out I needn't have worried though. She just got back her first test...not only did she get an A, but the professor said she was the only one in either of his two sections of this course that did. Needless to say, she was very happy. Ummm, and yeah, I was pretty proud of her. :)
Monday, October 20, 2008
in our neck of the woods...
Well, I got "off-schedule" last week because of the read-a-thon, and as my parents are coming up later this week, I may find myself off-schedule again. But I'll give it a go. So, what went on in our lives last week?
*For Annie and I, the read-a-thon dominated the week. From preparation to participation to recovering. Not sure the recovering is quite complete yet. We both had a fabulous time, got a lot of great reading done, and earned some money for St. Jude Children's Research Hospital.
*Rich, Gray, and Max headed off on a boys' weekend. And, according to one and all, had a wonderful time. Rich taught his Friday morning class, picked the boys up early from school, and then they headed off for coastal Maine. They arrived Friday evening, hit the beach in the morning, then headed down to New Hampshire to visit a tidal pool.
*Max has learned to ride his bike! (Unfortunately, he caught us all off guard and no one had the camera.)
*Lucky continues making himself at home. His craziness is growing by leaps and bounds, literally and figuratively. One hour he's waking you by attacking your feet, the next hour he's waking you by rubbing his face against yours in order to get some pets. Even Aldo has fully excepted him now.
*Our glorious Indian summer has come to an end, and our lows are back to the 30s (and a few times upper 20s). I know it's that time of year, but somehow it just feels too early.
*Penn State is continuing to keep us happy! Of course, this week will be their real test.
*For Annie and I, the read-a-thon dominated the week. From preparation to participation to recovering. Not sure the recovering is quite complete yet. We both had a fabulous time, got a lot of great reading done, and earned some money for St. Jude Children's Research Hospital.
*Rich, Gray, and Max headed off on a boys' weekend. And, according to one and all, had a wonderful time. Rich taught his Friday morning class, picked the boys up early from school, and then they headed off for coastal Maine. They arrived Friday evening, hit the beach in the morning, then headed down to New Hampshire to visit a tidal pool.
*Max has learned to ride his bike! (Unfortunately, he caught us all off guard and no one had the camera.)
*Lucky continues making himself at home. His craziness is growing by leaps and bounds, literally and figuratively. One hour he's waking you by attacking your feet, the next hour he's waking you by rubbing his face against yours in order to get some pets. Even Aldo has fully excepted him now.
*Our glorious Indian summer has come to an end, and our lows are back to the 30s (and a few times upper 20s). I know it's that time of year, but somehow it just feels too early.
*Penn State is continuing to keep us happy! Of course, this week will be their real test.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
in the dog house
I fear that may be me. Yes, I'm quite worried that Max's teacher may not be overly pleased with me this morning.
See, one of birthday traditions around here is that the birthday-ee gets to choose what to have for breakfast. Maxidoodle chose to have a donut and chocolate-dipped strawberries. What little boy wouldn't want to start his big day with a massive sugar high, right? I mean, you only turn six once.
He did have a good half hour to run around outside before the bus arrived...let's hope that was enough...
See, one of birthday traditions around here is that the birthday-ee gets to choose what to have for breakfast. Maxidoodle chose to have a donut and chocolate-dipped strawberries. What little boy wouldn't want to start his big day with a massive sugar high, right? I mean, you only turn six once.
He did have a good half hour to run around outside before the bus arrived...let's hope that was enough...
Saturday, September 20, 2008
getting lucky
No, I have not decided to try to garner an "X" rating for my blog.
Lucky just happens to be the name of the newest member of our happy little family.
See, Maxwell, despite all parental desires to keep him from growing up, seems determined to hit that six-year-old mark. Yes, this he shall do come Wednesday. And well, let's face it, turning 6 deserves a really special present, doesn't it? (And for logistical reasons, Max got to open his special present a few days early.)
What kid wouldn't be thrilled with a cat toy, right? Yeah, it didn't fool him for a second either. After he opened his mouse-on-a-string, it was off to the Lollypop Farm, the local animal shelter. They are so wonderful there, as we learned back when we adopted Baker. They take infinite care to make sure that pet and family are a good match. After talking about your family--kids, other pets, special needs, etc.--they help steer you to the animals who would most likely mesh well into their new family. Max, of course, was the one who got to choose which cats he wanted to meet. (They have little "meet-and-greet" rooms where they bring in the cat or dog to interact with their potential adopters.) Max immediately fell in love with Lucky. The woman thought he might be a good match, so she brought him in, and Max's dream came true. Lucky was immediately as taken with Max as Max was with Lucky. In fact, Lucky was so instantly comfortable with all of us that we knew it was meant to be! The woman said she fully expected to have to bring in five or six cats before finding one that would be even half as receptive as Lucky was. Face it, being plunged into a little room with 5 complete strangers must be unnerving. But you'd have never known it to see Lucky. He rubbed up against all of us, rolled over playfully on the floor, and let all the kids hold him.
You know those times in life that you just have to think, "What on Earth did I do to get so lucky?!!" Well, this is definitely one of those times! (And there was no pun intended...it just seems hard to avoid.)
As for Aldo and Baker, the jury's still out. Lucky is to stay quarantined in our room for 4 or 5 days before mingling. Both for "getting used to" purposes and because he's recovering from a case of kitty pink eye. They do, of course, know of one another's existence, but how the face-to-face will go remains to be seen.
So, if I were listing the good stuff for today, I would definitely have to top that list with a sweet, undeniably affectionate, playful bundle of black and white fur, who in no time stole the hearts of this family.
Lucky just happens to be the name of the newest member of our happy little family.
See, Maxwell, despite all parental desires to keep him from growing up, seems determined to hit that six-year-old mark. Yes, this he shall do come Wednesday. And well, let's face it, turning 6 deserves a really special present, doesn't it? (And for logistical reasons, Max got to open his special present a few days early.)
What kid wouldn't be thrilled with a cat toy, right? Yeah, it didn't fool him for a second either. After he opened his mouse-on-a-string, it was off to the Lollypop Farm, the local animal shelter. They are so wonderful there, as we learned back when we adopted Baker. They take infinite care to make sure that pet and family are a good match. After talking about your family--kids, other pets, special needs, etc.--they help steer you to the animals who would most likely mesh well into their new family. Max, of course, was the one who got to choose which cats he wanted to meet. (They have little "meet-and-greet" rooms where they bring in the cat or dog to interact with their potential adopters.) Max immediately fell in love with Lucky. The woman thought he might be a good match, so she brought him in, and Max's dream came true. Lucky was immediately as taken with Max as Max was with Lucky. In fact, Lucky was so instantly comfortable with all of us that we knew it was meant to be! The woman said she fully expected to have to bring in five or six cats before finding one that would be even half as receptive as Lucky was. Face it, being plunged into a little room with 5 complete strangers must be unnerving. But you'd have never known it to see Lucky. He rubbed up against all of us, rolled over playfully on the floor, and let all the kids hold him.
You know those times in life that you just have to think, "What on Earth did I do to get so lucky?!!" Well, this is definitely one of those times! (And there was no pun intended...it just seems hard to avoid.)
As for Aldo and Baker, the jury's still out. Lucky is to stay quarantined in our room for 4 or 5 days before mingling. Both for "getting used to" purposes and because he's recovering from a case of kitty pink eye. They do, of course, know of one another's existence, but how the face-to-face will go remains to be seen.
So, if I were listing the good stuff for today, I would definitely have to top that list with a sweet, undeniably affectionate, playful bundle of black and white fur, who in no time stole the hearts of this family.
Thursday, September 04, 2008
let me apologize up front
Not sure what's wrong with me lately. I'd say I'm in a bit of funk, but that's not quite it. Nothing is really wrong, and I certainly have nothing to complain about. Just been feeling disjointed and out of whack, if that makes sense. Can't seem to keep things organized, despite my compulsive list making. Anyway, I'm betting this post will reflect my general feelings of disorganization. So, I don't blame you one iota if you decide not to trudge your way through this one...seriously. (But I do hope you'll read the next paragraph.)
I just want to thank everyone for their incredibly sweet comments on the last post. You were all so very kind to one sappy old mom! And I so very much appreciated that. :) And I should tell you that this sappy old mom felt so much better when she talked to her daughter on the phone after her class. My goodness, the pure excitement in Annie's voice when she told me about how her class had gone knocked all those selfish "you can't grow up" thoughts right from my head. Her enthusiasm truly was priceless! And by the way, I'm sorry if I misled anyone. Annie hasn't started college full time or anything like that. She's just taking one class at the community college. Though it is an Honors Level Advanced Composition course that I think would kick my butt. Just hope it doesn't kick hers! She showed me the writing assignment they had to do in class that first day, and whew...all I can say is "better her than me!" I'll be anxious to see what her professor had to say about it (I think they're supposed to get them back today). I really hope she did okay, as I'd hate to see her get discouraged right off the bat.
*****
And what about my sweet little guys? I didn't have any back-to-school photos to post yesterday morning, because they wouldn't let me take their pictures. No, my little guys definitely do not have their sister's outgoing, try anything personality. Two very shy little boys who hate the unknown. They were extremely anxious yesterday morning, and the last thing I wanted to do was cause them any more stress by insisting they have their pictures taken. I even had to carry poor little Maxidoodle onto the bus, just as I did on the first day of kindergarten last year.
But their faces were lit by smiles when they arrived home. They'd both had a good first day. As Gray said, "It was good; it wasn't wonderful." Believe me, that's high praise coming from him! And they both allowed me to take their pictures after school, so technically we've still got those obligatory "first day of school" photos to be scrapbooked.
*****
And speaking of scrapbooking, I'm pretty darn sure I have the best husband on the planet. He's definitely the best husband for me! :) Anyway, he took over all kid duties on Saturday so I could spend the entire day scrapbooking. It's been a long time since I've spent any real time scrapping, so it was quite a treat. Maybe one of these days I'll even get my finished layouts posted on my craft blog.
*****
On the book front, I did something I rarely do...I gave up on a book. It was a book (Fiscal Pear and Shimmer in the Call of the River Whale) that I was reading to the boys. It started out okay. In fact, Gray was really loving it, in part due to the fact that he is a true fan of the pear (seriously, I think they rate above Smarties on his list of favorite treats) and having a book with a pear as a main character is definitely unique. But as we continued, we just found the story extremely hard to follow. Gray, Max, and I all eventually agreed that we just didn't want to stick with it. I honestly can't recommend reading it or avoiding it, because we didn't finish it and therefore don't have the full picture.
We didn't want to end our reading last night on a down note though, so we started a new book, The Witches by Roald Dahl. Oh my, and are we ever in love with this one!
I'm still working my way through The Stand: Complete and Uncut. Have finally passed the 1,000 page mark. Not sure why it's taking me so long to read it...just too little time to read lately, I guess. But hopefully I'll finish soon so I can jump into some of my RIP reads!
*****
Well, this is quite a day for me...for the first time since Annie was born, all my munchkins are off in school. (Actually, that's not quite true...Annie went to preschool 2 mornings a week during part of the time I was pregnant with Gray, but I was too sick to enjoy the alone time.) Anyway, it shall be that way every Tuesday and Thursday for the next few months. Maybe I can now get a bit caught up on lesson planning, and maybe my poor family won't have to live in such pig sty anymore. :) But on slate for today is painting the boys' bedroom. Ugh...I hate painting. They've decided that they want to share a room again, so we're going to turn Max's room into their bedroom and turn Gray's room into a playroom. We already went out and found some bunk beds that we could sort of afford. Heck, any price would be worth it if they'll actually sleep in them and aren't both sleeping on the floor of our room anymore. :)
*****
And thus concludes this even-more-rambling-than-usual post.
I just want to thank everyone for their incredibly sweet comments on the last post. You were all so very kind to one sappy old mom! And I so very much appreciated that. :) And I should tell you that this sappy old mom felt so much better when she talked to her daughter on the phone after her class. My goodness, the pure excitement in Annie's voice when she told me about how her class had gone knocked all those selfish "you can't grow up" thoughts right from my head. Her enthusiasm truly was priceless! And by the way, I'm sorry if I misled anyone. Annie hasn't started college full time or anything like that. She's just taking one class at the community college. Though it is an Honors Level Advanced Composition course that I think would kick my butt. Just hope it doesn't kick hers! She showed me the writing assignment they had to do in class that first day, and whew...all I can say is "better her than me!" I'll be anxious to see what her professor had to say about it (I think they're supposed to get them back today). I really hope she did okay, as I'd hate to see her get discouraged right off the bat.
*****
And what about my sweet little guys? I didn't have any back-to-school photos to post yesterday morning, because they wouldn't let me take their pictures. No, my little guys definitely do not have their sister's outgoing, try anything personality. Two very shy little boys who hate the unknown. They were extremely anxious yesterday morning, and the last thing I wanted to do was cause them any more stress by insisting they have their pictures taken. I even had to carry poor little Maxidoodle onto the bus, just as I did on the first day of kindergarten last year.
But their faces were lit by smiles when they arrived home. They'd both had a good first day. As Gray said, "It was good; it wasn't wonderful." Believe me, that's high praise coming from him! And they both allowed me to take their pictures after school, so technically we've still got those obligatory "first day of school" photos to be scrapbooked.
*****
And speaking of scrapbooking, I'm pretty darn sure I have the best husband on the planet. He's definitely the best husband for me! :) Anyway, he took over all kid duties on Saturday so I could spend the entire day scrapbooking. It's been a long time since I've spent any real time scrapping, so it was quite a treat. Maybe one of these days I'll even get my finished layouts posted on my craft blog.
*****
On the book front, I did something I rarely do...I gave up on a book. It was a book (Fiscal Pear and Shimmer in the Call of the River Whale) that I was reading to the boys. It started out okay. In fact, Gray was really loving it, in part due to the fact that he is a true fan of the pear (seriously, I think they rate above Smarties on his list of favorite treats) and having a book with a pear as a main character is definitely unique. But as we continued, we just found the story extremely hard to follow. Gray, Max, and I all eventually agreed that we just didn't want to stick with it. I honestly can't recommend reading it or avoiding it, because we didn't finish it and therefore don't have the full picture.
We didn't want to end our reading last night on a down note though, so we started a new book, The Witches by Roald Dahl. Oh my, and are we ever in love with this one!
I'm still working my way through The Stand: Complete and Uncut. Have finally passed the 1,000 page mark. Not sure why it's taking me so long to read it...just too little time to read lately, I guess. But hopefully I'll finish soon so I can jump into some of my RIP reads!
*****
Well, this is quite a day for me...for the first time since Annie was born, all my munchkins are off in school. (Actually, that's not quite true...Annie went to preschool 2 mornings a week during part of the time I was pregnant with Gray, but I was too sick to enjoy the alone time.) Anyway, it shall be that way every Tuesday and Thursday for the next few months. Maybe I can now get a bit caught up on lesson planning, and maybe my poor family won't have to live in such pig sty anymore. :) But on slate for today is painting the boys' bedroom. Ugh...I hate painting. They've decided that they want to share a room again, so we're going to turn Max's room into their bedroom and turn Gray's room into a playroom. We already went out and found some bunk beds that we could sort of afford. Heck, any price would be worth it if they'll actually sleep in them and aren't both sleeping on the floor of our room anymore. :)
*****
And thus concludes this even-more-rambling-than-usual post.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Saturday, June 21, 2008
hello summer
This time of year rivals even Christmas and Halloween for our little Maxidoodle! Why? Well, it's cherry-picking season!
Seriously, he is so cute...as soon as the blossoms scatter across the yard, he starts watching the fruit develop. He asks, what seems like thousands of times but is probably only hundreds, when the cherries will be ready for eating. And as soon as they are ready, he performs death-defying feats to reach the out-of-reach little nuggets of red, sweet, juicy goodness. Never mind that there are plenty in easy reach...I mean, where's the challenge in that, right?
Suppose I'd better go pick me a bowlful for a cherry cobbler before he eats them all, huh?
Seriously, he is so cute...as soon as the blossoms scatter across the yard, he starts watching the fruit develop. He asks, what seems like thousands of times but is probably only hundreds, when the cherries will be ready for eating. And as soon as they are ready, he performs death-defying feats to reach the out-of-reach little nuggets of red, sweet, juicy goodness. Never mind that there are plenty in easy reach...I mean, where's the challenge in that, right?
Suppose I'd better go pick me a bowlful for a cherry cobbler before he eats them all, huh?
Thursday, May 15, 2008
he did it!
Max survived his ordeal! (Unfortunately, I have no photos to show of the little author. As much as it pained me to leave the camera at home, I knew the last thing Maxidoodle needed was any added pressure.) He may never argue in front of the Supreme Court or bring home an Academy Award, but at least he proved to himself that he can speak to other people if he has to.
I really thought my worst fears were coming true in those last few minutes before the bus arrived. He'd really been fine all morning and right through lunch, but the minute I told him to grab his backpack so we could head out to wait for the bus, the panic set in. I could tell he was fighting the tears with everything he had, and I actually had to carry him on to the bus. Let me tell you, he was breaking my heart. Yet he still gave me his sweet little wave from the bus window.
And he really has the sweetest teacher on earth. She "gets" him, for which I am eternally grateful. She was even insightful enough on his birthday to ask him in private if he wanted everyone to sing "Happy Birthday" or if they should just skip that. (He, of course, said no...we can't even sing to him at home...way too much focus on him.) Anyway, she had the kids out on the playground playing while everyone arrived, which we thought was really smart. They were all out there having a good old time running around playing, instead of sitting in the room watching more and more and more people arrive.
Max's turn came towards the middle, which was nice for him. He got to watch a few other kids get through it, but didn't have to sit worrying about it forever either. And while every other kid proudly looked around and smiled at their family during their turn, no one in the room even got a look at Max's face. He looked straight down the whole time he read his story. But he did it! He stood in front of a whole room full of people and made sounds come out of his mouth!
I'm more than a little proud of him...can you tell?
Thanks so much for all your good wishes and crossed fingers! They were greatly appreciated!
I really thought my worst fears were coming true in those last few minutes before the bus arrived. He'd really been fine all morning and right through lunch, but the minute I told him to grab his backpack so we could head out to wait for the bus, the panic set in. I could tell he was fighting the tears with everything he had, and I actually had to carry him on to the bus. Let me tell you, he was breaking my heart. Yet he still gave me his sweet little wave from the bus window.
And he really has the sweetest teacher on earth. She "gets" him, for which I am eternally grateful. She was even insightful enough on his birthday to ask him in private if he wanted everyone to sing "Happy Birthday" or if they should just skip that. (He, of course, said no...we can't even sing to him at home...way too much focus on him.) Anyway, she had the kids out on the playground playing while everyone arrived, which we thought was really smart. They were all out there having a good old time running around playing, instead of sitting in the room watching more and more and more people arrive.
Max's turn came towards the middle, which was nice for him. He got to watch a few other kids get through it, but didn't have to sit worrying about it forever either. And while every other kid proudly looked around and smiled at their family during their turn, no one in the room even got a look at Max's face. He looked straight down the whole time he read his story. But he did it! He stood in front of a whole room full of people and made sounds come out of his mouth!
I'm more than a little proud of him...can you tell?
Thanks so much for all your good wishes and crossed fingers! They were greatly appreciated!
a bit of mommy rambling
I'm feeling a bit worried this morning. Of course, I know better than to let it show. See, today is the Author's Tea. Max and all his kindergarten classmates have been working very hard over the past few weeks to write stories, complete with illustrations of course, for the Author's Tea. Parents, grandparents, siblings, etc. are all invited to attend the event, at which each author will stand and read his/her story to the audience.
I'm predicting total meltdown. Yes, there's a minute possibility that I will be pleasantly surprised, but really that's just not likely. Max hates, detests, loathes being the center of attention. He cannot stand for people to look at him. He breaks down when people laugh at something he says or does, even if he's trying to be funny. Even with us, his parents and siblings.
As parents, so often you question "Is this typical kid stuff? Or is this a real problem?" It's not always easy to know the difference. You don't want to make a big deal out of something and cause them even more stress. But you don't want to ignore "a problem" when you could be doing something to help either. And I really am beginning to wonder if Maxidoodle doesn't have some real anxiety issues going on here.
Anyway, keep your fingers crossed for him, will you?
***
Max and I had a fun time last evening. Rich took Annie and Gray to the Science Exploration event, so it was just me and the Maxidoodle for the evening. We made a big bowl of popcorn, and snuggled up on the floor with his mimis (his blankets...and when he grows out of calling them "mimis" I think I'll cry) to watch a movie. He chose Cats & Dogs...because well, nothing much counts if it doesn't involve a cat. But as cute as this movie is, it just didn't quite sit well with Max. If you've seen it, you know that the cats are the villains trying to take over the world, while the dogs are the good guys trying to prevent disaster. This goes against all that Maxwell believes!
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This is the little sweetie pie on Mother's Day presenting me with the gift he made me.
I'm predicting total meltdown. Yes, there's a minute possibility that I will be pleasantly surprised, but really that's just not likely. Max hates, detests, loathes being the center of attention. He cannot stand for people to look at him. He breaks down when people laugh at something he says or does, even if he's trying to be funny. Even with us, his parents and siblings.
As parents, so often you question "Is this typical kid stuff? Or is this a real problem?" It's not always easy to know the difference. You don't want to make a big deal out of something and cause them even more stress. But you don't want to ignore "a problem" when you could be doing something to help either. And I really am beginning to wonder if Maxidoodle doesn't have some real anxiety issues going on here.
Anyway, keep your fingers crossed for him, will you?
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Max and I had a fun time last evening. Rich took Annie and Gray to the Science Exploration event, so it was just me and the Maxidoodle for the evening. We made a big bowl of popcorn, and snuggled up on the floor with his mimis (his blankets...and when he grows out of calling them "mimis" I think I'll cry) to watch a movie. He chose Cats & Dogs...because well, nothing much counts if it doesn't involve a cat. But as cute as this movie is, it just didn't quite sit well with Max. If you've seen it, you know that the cats are the villains trying to take over the world, while the dogs are the good guys trying to prevent disaster. This goes against all that Maxwell believes!
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This is the little sweetie pie on Mother's Day presenting me with the gift he made me.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
sweet innocence
A few nights ago at supper, Gray asked a doozie..."Why are we at war in Iraq?"
I must admit, I was inwardly groaning, really not wanting to go there. But before I can think of any sensible words to begin this discussion, Rich picks up the ball. "The president said that the leader of Iraq had some really, really bad weapons."
Max interrupts, "He said he had matches?"
Holding back laughter, Rich and I say together, "No, even worse weapons than that."
Max, with incredulity in his voice, "Swords?!!"
Well, bless your sweet little heart, Maxidoodle! I certainly wish matches and swords were the worst weapons this world had to contend with! And may you keep that sweet childhood innocence for as long as possible!
I must admit, I was inwardly groaning, really not wanting to go there. But before I can think of any sensible words to begin this discussion, Rich picks up the ball. "The president said that the leader of Iraq had some really, really bad weapons."
Max interrupts, "He said he had matches?"
Holding back laughter, Rich and I say together, "No, even worse weapons than that."
Max, with incredulity in his voice, "Swords?!!"
Well, bless your sweet little heart, Maxidoodle! I certainly wish matches and swords were the worst weapons this world had to contend with! And may you keep that sweet childhood innocence for as long as possible!
Saturday, February 09, 2008
homeschool happenings and highlights...and public school highlights too
When asked for this week's highlights, Annie had a hard time narrowing it down, but finally went with these...
*The Ensemble East concert, a Japanese chamber ensemble. (Her #1 favorite for the week!)
*The Giver. Annie loved this book as much as I did, maybe even more. And it has set us off exploring. We had a really interesting conversation about euthanasia. And we have also begun investigating genetic engineering. Rich was kind enough to give a short talk about the nuts and bolts of how genetic engineering is done. And we discussed different ways genetic engineering is used today, and may possibly be used in the future. We discussed not only scientific aspects, but ethical ones as well.
*Geometry. That Annie mentioned anything to do with math as a favorite for the week shocked the crap out of me. Though the language arts is where Annie really excels, she manages to do well in math as well...she's just never liked it much. Maybe this is the start of a whole new day :)
*Reptiles. She seems to love everything in the science realm, but she definitely has a special affinity for all things animal. Pretty common kid trait, I think. Anyway, this week, among other things, she watched three Nature episodes (one about snakes, one about turtles, and one about lizards), did some research to find three examples of snakes featured in mythology, and did a dichotomous key exercise to identify, from pictures, several species of turtles.
Each week when I ask Annie about her favorite things from her "schooling", I always ask the boys as well. The answer I usually get from them:
"Nothing."
Gray answers in this manner, because that is who Gray is. With the exception of bears and dogs and gems and drawing, it's hard to get Gray to admit he likes anything. He provides plenty of evidence to the contrary, of course. For example, there was no hiding how much he's enjoyed the weaving they've been doing the past couple weeks at school. But ask him straight out, and he'll deny he likes it down to his last breath.
Max answers in this manner simply because Gray does.
Anyway, imagine my delight when I asked them about their favorites from this week of school, and Gray piped right up with "Measuring!" His face lit up and his voice was filled with pure joy as he went about explaining the wonders of inches and centimeters. Totally priceless to this mama, I tell you.
And as Gray wasn't holding back this week, Max apparently decided it was okay to be excited about school as well. So what did he enjoy most...(1) swinging on the ropes in the gym, (2) building a boat from clay, and working on it until it would float, and (3) building a boat from aluminum foil and testing whose design would hold the most pennies before sinking.
Yep, three kids giving school a big thumbs up for the week...can't beat that!
*The Ensemble East concert, a Japanese chamber ensemble. (Her #1 favorite for the week!)
*The Giver. Annie loved this book as much as I did, maybe even more. And it has set us off exploring. We had a really interesting conversation about euthanasia. And we have also begun investigating genetic engineering. Rich was kind enough to give a short talk about the nuts and bolts of how genetic engineering is done. And we discussed different ways genetic engineering is used today, and may possibly be used in the future. We discussed not only scientific aspects, but ethical ones as well.
*Geometry. That Annie mentioned anything to do with math as a favorite for the week shocked the crap out of me. Though the language arts is where Annie really excels, she manages to do well in math as well...she's just never liked it much. Maybe this is the start of a whole new day :)
*Reptiles. She seems to love everything in the science realm, but she definitely has a special affinity for all things animal. Pretty common kid trait, I think. Anyway, this week, among other things, she watched three Nature episodes (one about snakes, one about turtles, and one about lizards), did some research to find three examples of snakes featured in mythology, and did a dichotomous key exercise to identify, from pictures, several species of turtles.
Each week when I ask Annie about her favorite things from her "schooling", I always ask the boys as well. The answer I usually get from them:
"Nothing."
Gray answers in this manner, because that is who Gray is. With the exception of bears and dogs and gems and drawing, it's hard to get Gray to admit he likes anything. He provides plenty of evidence to the contrary, of course. For example, there was no hiding how much he's enjoyed the weaving they've been doing the past couple weeks at school. But ask him straight out, and he'll deny he likes it down to his last breath.
Max answers in this manner simply because Gray does.
Anyway, imagine my delight when I asked them about their favorites from this week of school, and Gray piped right up with "Measuring!" His face lit up and his voice was filled with pure joy as he went about explaining the wonders of inches and centimeters. Totally priceless to this mama, I tell you.
And as Gray wasn't holding back this week, Max apparently decided it was okay to be excited about school as well. So what did he enjoy most...(1) swinging on the ropes in the gym, (2) building a boat from clay, and working on it until it would float, and (3) building a boat from aluminum foil and testing whose design would hold the most pennies before sinking.
Yep, three kids giving school a big thumbs up for the week...can't beat that!
Sunday, February 03, 2008
good stuff
*Maxidoodle finally seems to be on the mend from what turned out to be another bad go-round with RSV. His fever has been gone now for a couple of days. Now if he could just say good-bye to that awful cough.
*We finally joined Netflix. I've wanted to for sooooo long, but could never justify the expense, since we have tons of unwatched movies sitting around here that we just never seem to have time to get to. But I really wanted to get my hands on Ken Burns The West series for homeschooling. Our library didn't have it, and neither did Rich's school's library system. The cheapest price I could find to buy it was $70+. But then my brilliant husband thought to check Netflix. A-ha! Who can argue with joining for educational purposes, right? Just don't look to see what we put in our queue after The West series ;)
*I could certainly always add reading my favorite blogs to the "good stuff" list. But today I just want to highlight this one specific post. Stephanie, an incredibly sweet person herself, wrote about some of the wonderful volunteers she gets to meet through her job at the Red Cross.
*The kids' unexpected enthusiasm over the Super Bowl. Not a one of them has ever cared one iota about football, but for whatever reason, yesterday they got themselves all worked up about the big game. So for the first time in ages, we'll be throwing a little Super Bowl party. Although it will only be the five of us in attendance. The kids planned the menu: cheese and energy biscuits (the boys' name for beefstick) and crackers, Cheetos, chips and salsa and Rotel dip. (I'll try to throw in a veggie plate with slim hopes that one of them will grab something from it by accident.)
*We went to Borders and I didn't buy a darn thing for myself! (The fact that I put on my sweetest smile before handing Rich a book I discovered (Runemarks by Joanne Harris) and telling him that it would make a really fine birthday present doesn't count against me, does it?)
**To read more good news or link up your own good news post, check Melissa's Good News Sunday.
*We finally joined Netflix. I've wanted to for sooooo long, but could never justify the expense, since we have tons of unwatched movies sitting around here that we just never seem to have time to get to. But I really wanted to get my hands on Ken Burns The West series for homeschooling. Our library didn't have it, and neither did Rich's school's library system. The cheapest price I could find to buy it was $70+. But then my brilliant husband thought to check Netflix. A-ha! Who can argue with joining for educational purposes, right? Just don't look to see what we put in our queue after The West series ;)
*I could certainly always add reading my favorite blogs to the "good stuff" list. But today I just want to highlight this one specific post. Stephanie, an incredibly sweet person herself, wrote about some of the wonderful volunteers she gets to meet through her job at the Red Cross.
*The kids' unexpected enthusiasm over the Super Bowl. Not a one of them has ever cared one iota about football, but for whatever reason, yesterday they got themselves all worked up about the big game. So for the first time in ages, we'll be throwing a little Super Bowl party. Although it will only be the five of us in attendance. The kids planned the menu: cheese and energy biscuits (the boys' name for beefstick) and crackers, Cheetos, chips and salsa and Rotel dip. (I'll try to throw in a veggie plate with slim hopes that one of them will grab something from it by accident.)
*We went to Borders and I didn't buy a darn thing for myself! (The fact that I put on my sweetest smile before handing Rich a book I discovered (Runemarks by Joanne Harris) and telling him that it would make a really fine birthday present doesn't count against me, does it?)
**To read more good news or link up your own good news post, check Melissa's Good News Sunday.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
good, bad, ugly...in reverse
What is with this winter? I feel like we've been unknowingly transported to a parallel universe or something. Everything about it has just been "off". We had way more snow than is typical for us in December. And here in January, when we normally have tons of snow, we've had next to none. We just had our second major warm snap, and are now paying the price as it comes to an end. So far in the last hour, the temps have dropped from 52 to 28, and they are supposed to continue to drop throughout the morning. So you can imagine what has happened to the roads since it rained much of the night. And just like three weeks ago, the winds are back. 70+ mph gusts. I guess the good news is that we're going to see some snow today as well. Just so abnormal. Has everyone's winter been so totally uncharacteristic?
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Sweet little Maxidoodle never ceases to amaze me with his toughness. The poor fellow is really down and out. He first got sick early last week. Had a fever and some general malaise. But he was better and went back to school on Thursday. But then on Sunday, he started coughing a bit, nothing major. Monday I got a call from the school nurse. He had fever again. After I picked him up, he just lounged around on the couch. That night his cough went to scary new heights. My chest hurts just listening to him. The doctor isn't sure exactly what ailment(s) he's suffering with. Put him on an anti-biotic because he heard something in his one lung. Also took some nasal swabs (which got a scream out of the normally stoic little guy!), because he thinks he may also have this one particular virus due to the look of his eyes. Saying Max's eyes are bloodshot is an understatement! It breaks one's heart to just look at his sweet little face! And yet, does he complain? No. Not one little bit! As nice as it is in some ways (at least compared to his drama-queen sister who acts as if she's on her death bed with every case of sniffles), I really wish he would complain sometimes (well, about things other than his siblings and what I'm serving for supper, that is). Back at the beginning of the month, Maxidoodle had strep throat, and we never would have known to take him to the doctor if it hadn't been for the fever and the rash. Anyway, the doctor said that the Maxidoodle will probably be sporting this fever through the weekend. We're to be in touch tomorrow.
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Eva gave me the You Make My Day Award. Some things just have a way of leaving a smile on your heart, and the things she said about me definitely did that! Especially coming from her...I've only recently "met" Eva, but she's one of those people who would leave me feeling intimidated (she's so intelligent and well-read) if she wasn't just so darn nice. So anyway, thank you, Eva! And I will be passing this along...hope to get to that post later today.
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Sweet little Maxidoodle never ceases to amaze me with his toughness. The poor fellow is really down and out. He first got sick early last week. Had a fever and some general malaise. But he was better and went back to school on Thursday. But then on Sunday, he started coughing a bit, nothing major. Monday I got a call from the school nurse. He had fever again. After I picked him up, he just lounged around on the couch. That night his cough went to scary new heights. My chest hurts just listening to him. The doctor isn't sure exactly what ailment(s) he's suffering with. Put him on an anti-biotic because he heard something in his one lung. Also took some nasal swabs (which got a scream out of the normally stoic little guy!), because he thinks he may also have this one particular virus due to the look of his eyes. Saying Max's eyes are bloodshot is an understatement! It breaks one's heart to just look at his sweet little face! And yet, does he complain? No. Not one little bit! As nice as it is in some ways (at least compared to his drama-queen sister who acts as if she's on her death bed with every case of sniffles), I really wish he would complain sometimes (well, about things other than his siblings and what I'm serving for supper, that is). Back at the beginning of the month, Maxidoodle had strep throat, and we never would have known to take him to the doctor if it hadn't been for the fever and the rash. Anyway, the doctor said that the Maxidoodle will probably be sporting this fever through the weekend. We're to be in touch tomorrow.
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Eva gave me the You Make My Day Award. Some things just have a way of leaving a smile on your heart, and the things she said about me definitely did that! Especially coming from her...I've only recently "met" Eva, but she's one of those people who would leave me feeling intimidated (she's so intelligent and well-read) if she wasn't just so darn nice. So anyway, thank you, Eva! And I will be passing this along...hope to get to that post later today.
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
in the interest of impartiality and family peace
Argh. I was accused of playing favorites. And I'm afraid the evidence spoke for itself. Max, resident cat-fanatic, noticed that I posted pictures of each of the kids and a picture of Baker with the Christmas tree...but I did not post a picture of Aldo. I believe in his mind this borders on sacrilege.
So, in an effort to get back into my 5-year-old's good graces, I present Aldo...
And the weather most surely is doing its part to contribute to the old Christmas-y feeling around here. I took this photo when I took Gray out to the bus yesterday morning. It continued to snow throughout the day, and we ended up with about 16 inches. Sooooo pretty.
So, in an effort to get back into my 5-year-old's good graces, I present Aldo...
And the weather most surely is doing its part to contribute to the old Christmas-y feeling around here. I took this photo when I took Gray out to the bus yesterday morning. It continued to snow throughout the day, and we ended up with about 16 inches. Sooooo pretty.
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
brain break
I've been diligently working away on Annie's first quarter progress report. I know I stress out about far more than necessary, and I know I include way more information than is necessary. Just my nature, I guess. But I decided I just needed a breather. So instead of doing something productive like cleaning or catching up on the laundry, I decided I'd pop in here for a few. Though frankly, I don't have anything of interest to say.
Yesterday was a busy one. Not full of the usual busy stuff, but those things that only pop up once in while...
Like taking all three kids to the dentist for their cleanings/check-ups. Good news--no cavities. Bad news--it still cost close to $500! Ouch! (Gray had sealants put on his molars, which upped the cost.)
Like receiving a jury summons. Which I had to call in about, because I simply don't have anyone to stay with the kids. All I have to do is send in copies of the munchkins birth certificates and I get a 2-year reprieve. Actually kinda wish I could do it. Back when I was young (850-some odd years ago or so), I used to enjoy going to watch trials just for the heck of it.
Like parent-teacher conferences. Which went extremely well. No big surprises or anything. We did make the decision with Gray's teacher to have him see an OT to help him with his fine motor skills. Someday I'll have to take a picture of the way he holds a pencil. It's amazing he can write legibly at all, let alone crank out the abundance of artwork he does. Academically, he's excelling. And as for Max, I'm so grateful he has such a sweet teacher. It took her no time at all to realize that Max is mortified to be the center of attention, so she's very good about only asking him things when he raises his hand (which I'm surprised he ever does).
Like getting to go to Borders without the kids in tow. I was very good, too. Bought two small Christmas gifts. And otherwise, only bought two books, both from the bargain tables. Dune, which I've been thinking of reading with Annie for school. Probably not until next year though, because we've already got so many on slate for the current school year. Also bought Light on Snow, by Anita Shreve. I've never read anything by her, and I'd never heard of the book, but it sounded like it might be good. I'll find out next year, because I substituted it for my "weather event" book for Annie's challenge.
Suppose I've wasted enough time. Back to the reporting.
Yesterday was a busy one. Not full of the usual busy stuff, but those things that only pop up once in while...
Like taking all three kids to the dentist for their cleanings/check-ups. Good news--no cavities. Bad news--it still cost close to $500! Ouch! (Gray had sealants put on his molars, which upped the cost.)
Like receiving a jury summons. Which I had to call in about, because I simply don't have anyone to stay with the kids. All I have to do is send in copies of the munchkins birth certificates and I get a 2-year reprieve. Actually kinda wish I could do it. Back when I was young (850-some odd years ago or so), I used to enjoy going to watch trials just for the heck of it.
Like parent-teacher conferences. Which went extremely well. No big surprises or anything. We did make the decision with Gray's teacher to have him see an OT to help him with his fine motor skills. Someday I'll have to take a picture of the way he holds a pencil. It's amazing he can write legibly at all, let alone crank out the abundance of artwork he does. Academically, he's excelling. And as for Max, I'm so grateful he has such a sweet teacher. It took her no time at all to realize that Max is mortified to be the center of attention, so she's very good about only asking him things when he raises his hand (which I'm surprised he ever does).
Like getting to go to Borders without the kids in tow. I was very good, too. Bought two small Christmas gifts. And otherwise, only bought two books, both from the bargain tables. Dune, which I've been thinking of reading with Annie for school. Probably not until next year though, because we've already got so many on slate for the current school year. Also bought Light on Snow, by Anita Shreve. I've never read anything by her, and I'd never heard of the book, but it sounded like it might be good. I'll find out next year, because I substituted it for my "weather event" book for Annie's challenge.
Suppose I've wasted enough time. Back to the reporting.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
under the weather
Max is staying home from school today. Let me tell you, he's really broken up about it...ha! Nothing major, just a slight fever and a really ugly cough.
Baker is the one who had me worried though. He had another seizure last night. He was right on the floor beside the bed...if he'd have been out in the living room, I might not even have heard him. It breaks my heart and scares the crap out of me while he's in the midst of one. I stayed up with him for about half an hour afterwards...he was fine and eventually got to sleep.
Whenever Baker has one of his seizures, which luckily is not that often, it always brings back worries about Gray. I guess that's only natural. Especially as he eases closer and closer towards puberty (though that's still a few years away). Back when Gray was being weaned off his medication, his neurologist told us that that's the time when his seizures are most likely to come back. And there's only a 1 in 3 chance that that will even happen, so the odds are with him. And yet still we worry...guess it comes with the old parental territory, huh?
Baker is the one who had me worried though. He had another seizure last night. He was right on the floor beside the bed...if he'd have been out in the living room, I might not even have heard him. It breaks my heart and scares the crap out of me while he's in the midst of one. I stayed up with him for about half an hour afterwards...he was fine and eventually got to sleep.
Whenever Baker has one of his seizures, which luckily is not that often, it always brings back worries about Gray. I guess that's only natural. Especially as he eases closer and closer towards puberty (though that's still a few years away). Back when Gray was being weaned off his medication, his neurologist told us that that's the time when his seizures are most likely to come back. And there's only a 1 in 3 chance that that will even happen, so the odds are with him. And yet still we worry...guess it comes with the old parental territory, huh?
Saturday, September 08, 2007
better than expected...
Wednesday. Back-to-school for Gray. First day of school for Max. Tears from Gray. Tears from Max. Tears from Mommy (though she held hers until she was alone in her room).
Actually, things went better than expected. Hey, that's what you get for having low expectations, huh? No seriously, things really weren't bad at all.
Gray was the first to head off. He was fine all morning. Happy as could be. Until we went outside to take those obligatory "first day of school" photos. That's when the meltdown occurred. "I don't want to go to school!"..."I hate school!"..."Why do I have to go?" Hence this photo...
But then I asked him what it might be like to go to school where he was the only kid, and the other students were all dogs. We talked about what kinds of dogs would probably be the smart ones. He said he wanted Baker to be his teacher. (I said he probably wouldn't learn much.) He said he wanted Scout (his cousins' dog) to be the principal. (I said that school would be pure chaos.) And all this silly talk cheered him up. Hence these photos...
And he remained happy until the bus arrived and walked up those stairs with a smile on his face! Whew!
Max is in the afternoon kindergarten group, so unfortunately he didn't get to ride the bus with Gray in the morning. I really, really, really think that would have made all the difference...
He was actually quite the happy little fellow all morning long. Even when it came time to go out and take his "first day of school" pictures. He clowned and hammed it up in typical Maxidoodle fashion...
All was well...until the bus turned onto our street. Panic immediately set in. Max ran off and tried to hide. He had to be carried back out to the road. And then he refused to go up the stairs. Again carried. Luckily, there's only a few kids on the bus, and at least for now an "extra" grown-up. He helped Max get buckled in, and off they went.
Then came the waiting game. But three hours later, the bus pulled up with two very happy little boys. Thursday went much more smoothly...the boys got off the bus together laughing and talking a mile a minute. Friday...better yet, with both boys volunteering that they had a "really good day" at school.
Max still isn't exactly happy about getting on the bus to head off to school, but I think in another week or so, all that anxiety will have left him for good. So all-in-all, I would have to say that most of my worries were for naught. Isn't that usually the way?
Actually, things went better than expected. Hey, that's what you get for having low expectations, huh? No seriously, things really weren't bad at all.
Gray was the first to head off. He was fine all morning. Happy as could be. Until we went outside to take those obligatory "first day of school" photos. That's when the meltdown occurred. "I don't want to go to school!"..."I hate school!"..."Why do I have to go?" Hence this photo...
But then I asked him what it might be like to go to school where he was the only kid, and the other students were all dogs. We talked about what kinds of dogs would probably be the smart ones. He said he wanted Baker to be his teacher. (I said he probably wouldn't learn much.) He said he wanted Scout (his cousins' dog) to be the principal. (I said that school would be pure chaos.) And all this silly talk cheered him up. Hence these photos...
And he remained happy until the bus arrived and walked up those stairs with a smile on his face! Whew!
Max is in the afternoon kindergarten group, so unfortunately he didn't get to ride the bus with Gray in the morning. I really, really, really think that would have made all the difference...
He was actually quite the happy little fellow all morning long. Even when it came time to go out and take his "first day of school" pictures. He clowned and hammed it up in typical Maxidoodle fashion...
All was well...until the bus turned onto our street. Panic immediately set in. Max ran off and tried to hide. He had to be carried back out to the road. And then he refused to go up the stairs. Again carried. Luckily, there's only a few kids on the bus, and at least for now an "extra" grown-up. He helped Max get buckled in, and off they went.
Then came the waiting game. But three hours later, the bus pulled up with two very happy little boys. Thursday went much more smoothly...the boys got off the bus together laughing and talking a mile a minute. Friday...better yet, with both boys volunteering that they had a "really good day" at school.
Max still isn't exactly happy about getting on the bus to head off to school, but I think in another week or so, all that anxiety will have left him for good. So all-in-all, I would have to say that most of my worries were for naught. Isn't that usually the way?
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