Aquaman is mad because he wants it.
And I just had to rescue Greystoke out from under a dresser that he chased a ball under. He put the ball into a little purse and is now carrying it proudly around the living room.
JT is sitting in a tent in the hot sun at Walmart raising money for lifeguard competition which happens next week.
Sunburst was one of them. It's still one of them.
If I slow down, I can explain things to him during the day. Like when he doesn't want to listen, and instead of losing it, I remember to tell him: "remember what we've been talking about? How we can join God in His work? Sometimes for me, that just means putting away the laundry. Sometimes for you, it just means listening to Mommy and Daddy. It doesn't seem like much, or very exciting, but it matters to God."
In church, he confided, they are "mostly learning about how we need to get out of our comfort zone."
Despite the fun of the fireworks, he fell into bed on the 4th of July, with a cry: "it's just so HARD to stay up past bedtime."
We are working on more independence this summer too. Little things, like getting your own drink of water instead of just shouting "I'm thirsty!" and cleaning up when you spill a cup of water or your cereal. Washing dishes, putting away their own clothes. We're still working on the getting your own clothes part. That part is hard for me. Because most of the time they emerge with totally clashing outfits, or a polo shirt with workout pants and I just....can't.
Last week my hands and wrists and ankles and elbows hurt for a few days. It felt like I had carpal tunnel in both wrists all of a sudden...with pins and needles in both my hands.
This week I got my work eval and...I cried.