Hello all! I hope your summer has been good. Now that he's back, I've been preparing David for kindergarten. Strangely, he doesn't seem all that excited about it.
By the way, I think I might switch sending these out on Sunday nights, rather than Friday nights. We'll see how that goes.
I went to St Louis to pick David up at the airport. Amanda pulled up at the drop off, and told me that David had had a hard day, wondering why he couldn't stay at the Missouri, why he couldn't go to the same school as his sissy...and crying at various points. When he saw me, he looked like he'd been crying already, and then cried some more. I just went to him and held him for a while, and told him I understand about mixed feelings, wanting to stay, and wanting to go, and that it’s hard. I asked him if he’d eaten, and he said no, so I tried to distract him by asking what he wanted to eat. He said a sandwich...but he was ready to go, so I told him to give his mommy a hug and a kiss before we go, so he did, crying the whole time, and then he took my hand, and we walked slowly into the terminal. After a few more minutes, he brightened up a bit, which made it easier to get through security. As we were walking through the terminal, he told me that he got kicked out of one of his camps, for hitting/fighting. This was a bit of a surprise for me, of course, but he said it all like it wasn't a big deal. I talked to him about not hitting, asking why he fights, and so on...he knows better, but I don't think he can help himself. The plane was late getting to the airport, then the pilot was late getting to the airport, but not too too late, so we just hung around the terminal, and decided to eat the sandwiches we bought later, rather than on the floor in the waiting area by the boarding gate. David had fun watching the planes take off and land, and asked me again about what kind of plane we're getting into, the big one or the small one? I tried to explain, as we were taking off, how the plane we were in was shrinking, but he wasn't buying it. Surprisingly, David stayed awake on the plane the whole flight, and even when we were driving home in the car he stayed awake. Finally got home around 10 PM, and he fell promptly asleep. He never did eat the sandwich. But he did play with the little games they give the kids on the plane, and colored, and after a while I let him play a game on Cinnamon's iTouch (that she let me borrow for this trip).
The next day, Sunday, we went to Rachel's house, played with Avery and Jared all day. He is much less afraid of the water, and while it doesn't seem that he'd had swimming lessons, it did seem like did spend more time in the water. He is much better able to handle being around Avery and Jared, as he is catching up with them in terms of his maturity. They'll always be older than him of course, but he's so much more out of the baby stage that it makes a huge difference in his ability to interact. They played very well, and didn't ever fight, except play fighting.
On Monday, he went back to day care, and had a good day. He went back in there, as if he'd never been away.
On Tuesday, David discovered his leapster. And then played on it, a lot. He really likes it. He also wanted to play "light sabers" which consists of us hitting them against each other. The thing is, he can do this for an hour without stopping.
Wednesday, went to the YMCA to sign David up for swimming lessons. Since he hadn't had any over the summer, I figure that now is the time to get this done, before it gets cold, and then maybe we'll do a refresher in the late spring. He's also a member now, so he can be involved in other activities, like soccer. He was excited about that, but kept saying, "I already know how to play that game." I simply told him that it's just a fun thing to do, not a "learn how to do it" kind of thing. That seemed to mollify him. He also did not want to get his picture taken for the ID card. Refused refused. Some more convincing and cajoling on my part took place, and eventually, he was sitting down and smiling for the camera. He told me that he doesn't like his picture taken because he doesn't like the way he looks. I told him that he looks fine, and is the cutest kid ever.
Friday, David had two doctor appointments, one with Dr. Siegel the allergist, and another with Dr Sams, for his well-care/birthday/annual checkup. Dr Siegel said things are ok, and Dr Sams said the same thing! David is now 45 pounds and 45 inches tall, has 20/20 vision, his ears looked good, and is in the 90th percentile for height, and 75th percentile for weight. He had to urinate into a cup, which caused him some consternation, as he just didn't want to do it! But I figured out a way to get him to go...but the worst part was the prick to his thumb to test for anemia (he's in the perfectly normal range). The prick to his thumb was TRAU-MATIC. He cried and cried and it was the worst thing in the world! He didn't like his skin being broken like that, and while I know it hurts, it was almost too much for him. He didn't really know what was going on at first, even after the pin-prick, until the nurse squeezed to get the blood. It's at this point that he began to wail...poor kid! And he cried for a while, and wanted a band-aid, and his crying was loud! Even though I tried to shush him a little bit, calm him down...he wasn't having it. He did settle down finally, and then I took him to the day care...where he had 5 check marks this week! As part of his reward, I bought him two books. He was very happy about this!
Friday night we went to his school's Open House, to meet his teacher, and to get a feel for what the routine is going to be, and what the school will be like. His teacher is going to be Ms Perez, and she is a third year teacher. I asked the school about grades; there will not be any for the 1st nine weeks. After that, I will copy report cards and send them on...
Saturday he and I went on a few errands to get some things for school, and then to go hang out at Rachel's and go swimming again. We all had fun.
Sunday was a workday for me, so I went to work, and he was babysat...and that's a week.
Rusty
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