Saturday, May 28, 2016
Greystoke is napping.
Aquaman is playing trains, which he rediscovered yesterday, and I am happy to see he has not outgrown. I remember so many hours that he spent, starting just a little older than Greystoke, on the ground making the trains roll around the track.
It wasn't until he was 4 or so that he would allow me to turn them on and let them run...he was terrified of them when he was younger. Even now, he mostly prefers to push them...talking softly to himself.
He very patiently taught Greystoke how to do it yesterday, but Greystoke only has a few minutes of patience for leaving them on the track, and Aquaman has much less than a few minutes' patience for that kind of behavior.
His last report card showed that he is now reading at a 6th grade level, even though he still proclaims that he hates to read.
We are taking the summer off of all writing or forced school work other than 20 minutes of mandatory quiet looking at books per day. He doesn't even have to read them. He always does.
He still hates it.
It hurts his eyes and his head and makes him feel restless and sick to his stomach.
But now that he has not blown up so tight that he is about to pop, his sweet side is coming out more and more. He is patient with Greystoke and The Dude.
At the park yesterday they played an imaginative firefighter game (he was the chief of course) with his brothers for almost an hour without any major incidents. He even invited another small boy to join them, and talked very kindly and patiently to him.
All of these things might not be anything to shout praises about with most 7 year old boys, but for him they are major accomplishments.
Medical insurance doesn't want to cover what they consider to be educational testing. So we've spun a lot of wheels, but hopefully will get it done somehow this summer.
He was placed on a 6 week waiting list for OT, but they called last week due to a cancellation, and hopefully he will be evaluated next week.
Turns out it was just some sort of soft tissue damage, thank you God, and though it took him a week to walk on it again, and he is still limping, we will not have to endure a month of summer heat in a cast without swimming or going to the beach.
He is obsessed with numbers and spends every moment he can get his hands on a calculator making up his own math problems.
He makes a new friend pretty much everywhere he goes....
unless he is with Aquaman and then he sometimes has to give other kids the cold shoulder in solidarity with his brother.
He loves numbers too, and counting, but hasn't quite gotten the hang of it yet...
"one, two, fwee, shix, sheven, eet, nan, ten, eweven, twelve, shixteen, senteen, eighteen, nanteen, eighteen, nanteen, eighteen!"
So pleased with himself.
But the kicker is that I want our vacation to be as easy as possible, and having a toddler who sleeps in your bed is definitely the easiest way to travel.
And at night when the house is finally quiet for a few minutes before Aquaman wakes up with a nightmare, or The Dude injures his foot, or the toddler wants to snuggle, and the worries and fears and anxieties of life start to bombard me, I start with any book I can think of in the Bible and try to remember one verse from it.
I know it looking at them.
I mean, it's not really funny at all, because God always knows the things of which we need to be reminded.
Posted by Joy at Saturday, May 28, 2016