David Weekly, #27

David's cute. He says he doesn't see any cars "dat way, or dat way" when he's looking in the street before he goes to get the frisbee which he calls a brisbee. It's been Tropical Storm Fay all week, with the wind blowing, but not hard, overcast, no rain...it's made it easier for David to go outside and play, since the wind is cool (such as it is -- very humid wind), and no direct sunlight.

He's been going to the preschool 3 days a week, Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays. I switched it to Thursdays since I sometimes work overtime and I have Dot take care of him on Fridays, which is my normal day off. He's doing well. A few surprises as a result of this. He tells me things spontaneously, that he didn't before, such as "I washed my hands!" or "I ate a snack!" He also gives me hugs when I see him now, and even pats me on my back. He's very sweet. He takes a lot of time to tell me things, which means he's turning into a real motor-mouth, which I don't mind. He's got so much to say about the world, what's happening in it...He's only there for 3 hours, but it makes all kinds of difference for him. I'm really noticing the change in him from it, and it's only been two weeks!

At night when we're going to bed, we read the "Splash!" book. This is one of his all time favorites. He knows many of the words, but it's probably from just know what sentence goes on what page. He does know the word "SPLASH" though, because he can point it out and say it. He also has me read the Berenstain Bears "The Ghost in the Forest"...which is certainly not a picture book, because it has 3 or 4 sentences per page. I think he just likes that I read to him, so I read to him. It's a lot of fun.

Lately, David has two red matchbox cars that he calls his "Two Best Friends." I have no idea why. But it's very cute. He wants to make sure to have them at various points, and it's important that he keep up with them...It's all a mystery to me...

David has also discovered the camera. He loves to take pictures. His hands are too small to hold the camera very well, so he ends up taking pictures that have a peculiar look at the world. Sometimes they're close-ups of things you'd never willingly take a picture of (like the fender of my car), and other times they're pictures of just ordinary things, but from the perspective of a 3 foot tall individual. And by the way, we took him for his well care visit, and he's 39 inches and 36 pounds...in the 75th percentile for both height and weight. He's doing well.

I hope you're doing well.

Rusty