I told steven
he was going to the doctor the next day and that he should think of anything he
needed to talk to the doctor about. i told him that he could have the doctor
check his chest where he was hit with a soccer ball (he wanted a chest x-ray,
but the doctor confirmed that he didn't need one), we would tell the doctor
that he often complained of a headache (usually when he didn't want to do
something like pick up his room), and we would tell the doctor about his cough.
i asked if there was anything else. he thought a minute and said that he would
tell the doctor "sometimes i have to pee really bad. like when i ate that
really big popsicle."
He told his
teacher that "mommy needed medical attention because the baby kicked her
so hard." actually i had gone to urgent care for an asthma attack. we can
never tell if he didn't understand or if he just felt like telling a story.
He finally
earned the money for mothra which he refers to as "six inch mothra"
and has shown scott how big six inches is. so i called and ordered mothra. he
was anxious for mothra to arrive and talked about how far it is to new york and
how long it would take to drive mothra down here. when it didn't come for 3
days, he came to the conclusion that they had to make a mothra specifically to
fill his order. THEN they sent the wrong mothra. it was larva mothra which
looks like a big slug. he wanted to keep it and order the other one too. i
didn't want to pay an extra $15 for a slug. so i packaged it to return it. he
helped put it in the mailbox. before bed, he came into my room and asked if i
thought they were done making the other mothra. i didn't feel like getting into
a discussion on commerce, so i just said i didn't know. he came back a few
minutes later and asked if i thought they had picked up the mothra from the
mailbox yet. i told him that the mailman only came once a day and he wouldn't
come until tomorrow. he wanted the mail man to drop off the correct mothra when
he picked up the one in the mail box. i told him that the wrong one had to go
back and then the replacement would be sent. he asked how long it took to get
to new york. i told him about 18 hours. he asked how long that was. i said it
is all day and most of the night. he was very frustrated that it would take the
mailman so long to drive mothra to new york and then come back with his
replacement.
to be
continued...
his teacher
told me that as the year comes to a close, he is anxious about going to first
grade. he has told me that it will be too hard and no fun because they have to
do work all day and not have recess. he has told his teacher that he isn't
going to do any more of his kindergarten work because he didn't want to go to
first grade. he wants to stay with ms. hite in kindergarten.
one day when
he got into trouble at school, i was questioning him about his behavior. when i
told him that he needs follow the rules and asked why he broke the rules he
said, "i forgot! i wasn't being bad. it was just a forget! and that's not
being bad! it's just a forget!"
he hugged me
at a store and said, "i want my baby brother out now." he wants the
baby to sleep in his room and he said he was going to read to the baby.
he was
playing with godzilla when he was supposed to go to sleep. godzilla's tail came
off and he couldn't get it back on. he got out of bed and brought it to scott
who getting the hang of this parenting stuff and knew not to give the toy back
to him. he told steven to go back to bed. steven said, "and then you will
fix godzilla and then i can get up and come get him." scott said 'no. go
to sleep. you can have it back in the morning.' steven said, "remind me in
the morning so i don't forget godzilla." like we believe he will forget
godzilla.
his 'slender
grandma mary' gave him a little bear he calls 'softy bear.' it sleeps with him.
he got very upset when he couldn't find softy. i was trying to read him a bed
time story and he was so agitated over softy that he couldn't even sit still
and listen. so i finally pulled the bed out from the wall and looked for softy.
steven tucked him in and we were able to go on with the story. steven tucks
things he likes under his pillow. he has rocks, books, and toys under there.
after the
battle of "godzilla versus sparkle (the labrador)" where godzilla
suffered his first loss in history, mom had to go get a godzilla replacement.
in the mean time, steven cried that he couldn't have godzilla's tattered
remains in his bed. i told him to take his grumpy rugby teddy bear to bed with
him. he didn't want to and i told him that the bear was sad that steven never
slept with him. steven stopped crying and took the bear to bed. i was folding
laundry in the hall and could hear him talking to the bear. i had to take the
clothes into his room. when i went in, he told me that the bear said he was
cold and wanted to be under the covers. since then, steven has put all of his
stuffed animals into his bed and refuses to remove any of them. he doesn't want
to hurt their feelings. now there is barely room for steven and i have no place
to sit to read him his bedtime stories. but big brown bear, softy and the rest
of the fuzzy crowd are quite comfortable.
when scooter
(yorkie) was to sleep in steven's room, he was in his carrier. steven put the
carrier in his bed facing him so the dog could see him. he then covered the
carrier with his comforter so scooter would be comfortable.
steven gets
rather upset when bugs bother him in the yard. he comes inside and says he
can't go out because "there is a black-bottom bumble bee!"
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