Sunday afternoons
Y’all are no help with the poetry. :) We did actually make a little folder of poetry and THEY can pick one. Ha, ha. It was a lot of fun. A poetry party at 9 am Saturday. Whee.
There is so much good poetry in the world. I’m still working on my list of Things My Child Should Read In His Lifetime.
Then I took Noah to yet another birthday party (hazard of being a part of playgroups, but in a good way - we leave for another one in half an hour). It was at a kind of nifty indoor playground which had basically a lot of good toys, a climbing gym and a slide into a ball pit. Designed for the under-5 set for sure.
It was interesting to watch him play with the other kids, or rather, not really play with them (they were mostly 3, so mostly were not playing together). Noah was definitely bucking the crowd and doing his own thing - playing in the play kitchen (which had LAUNDRY, oh my) and climbing everything he could climb, but always where it wasn’t crowded.
This is a change for him and I’m sure it’s okay, but I did wonder if something’s up at school, so I think I will ask next week. He started crying when the cake came out and I gave him a hug and asked why he was crying and he said “because soon we will have to go home.” I couldn’t believe he was sitting there worrying about it. In fact there were 45 minutes left and he perked right up and played some more. So he was happy, just sort of off in his own head. I sympathize, but I want to be sure it’s not that he’s left out at school or something.
He is currently that difficult mix that shorthands to “a NICE boy,” meaning he may not be fitting in with the girls or the boys. Not that they are so segregated at his school or anything, but when other parents say that to me I know what they mean.
This morning Carl did swimming and I cleaned house, which was sorely needed… my routines have slipped with my energy, and also we’re just in a whole new phase. It used to be that we rotated toys and also I would cull them out from time to time. But now Noah remembers all his toys, frequently wants most of them out for some grand plan (I’m building OUTER SPACE now and I need ALL my blocks because space is BIG mummy), and then… well that’s the issue.
Then what? I’ve made the mistake of letting him leave things during the week because his evening at-home time is so limited, and because he likes to have things where they were to pick up on his games from there. (If one were to come to my house at night, one would find usually about 5 cars or trains “parked” along the baseboards. At 6 am, Noah gets up and “unparks” them.)
So for the next month we’re going to really work on developing a tidy-up habit. We’ll see how we balance it out.
Health results: I’m not sure I’m ready to talk about them a lot since I don’t have a lot of information yet, plus I’m avoiding negative thinking until I have more information. But I do know I’m supposed to see a specialist and it’s not a good kind. So more later in the week.
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I’m thinking good thoughts for you.
Omigod….if we understand this right, you have a three year old picking a favorite poem ? (Or knowing what a poem is in the first place…?)
Wow. We’re impressed. You sound like a very good parent with a very bright child!
Also sounds like your child has a good hope of getting an education. Even though we don’t know you, that encourages us on a real personal level.
Good to know there are still some real parents out there!