Friday, August 22nd, 2014

This summer flew by! Grandmom came the second to last week of summer vacation. After that there was no putting it off…I had to plan for school. Last year I was really excited about starting school, but this year I really really wasn’t. I think the biggest problem for me was trepidation about teaching Jack. He’s such a big unknown because of DS, but another large part is that because he went to public school last year I really don’t know what all he actually knows. I wanted to plan our days like 15 minutes of math, then a play break for him, then 15 minutes of writing…I had such great plans. I knew, however, that we probably wouldn’t be able to stick to any schedule I made before actually seeing where he was. Not to mention the fact that Tj’s schedule constantly changes, and even when it doesn’t change it’s rarely the same from day to day. I knew I needed to play Jack by ear.

Max was pretty easy. I sat down last Monday and counted all the days of math, history and science we had. It seems like Saxon always has 140 lessons, so that’s how many days of school we have. Max has 5 days of math each week and 4 days of science. Since we’re going through 2 history books this year he also has 3 days of history. Oh, and he’s starting out doing 2 math lessons a day. We’ll see how long it takes us until he reaches the point where he’s being challenged in math. Tj also got me an Abeka English book which we’ll start Monday. I’m somewhat intimidated by the sheer volume of their year of work, but I just need to sit down and cut some of it out. I still haven’t done a spelling lesson with him since he’s such a great speller. And I’m not sure how much of the literature we’ll do since he’s such a voracious reader.

So we started school Monday, but since we leave at 8:30 for swim lessons and don’t come back till lunch we’ve skipped a few subjects. Max did math at the pool while Jack was swimming, and Jack did some math, writing and geography there.

This week went extremely well, but teaching Jack really is going to be a chore. He’s 7, but has an extremely short attention span. I’m hoping to increase it as the year goes on. I just about lost my mind today trying to get him to start drawing his letters on a point I put down for him. Just like in every other area it’s hard to discern when he’s being hard-headed and when he just honestly has no idea what I’m talking about.

I’m definitely glad he’s home with Max and me. I know we’ll have some fun times this year.

Friday, August 22nd, 2014

Max went to church camp for the first time this year. I was a little worried after the problems we had with his behavior at WOP WOP the last two years. He was worried about passing the swim test. In the end he passed, but he just dog-paddled across the pool and back. When we told his swim teacher this week she was not impressed! :-)

When Ron got off the bus he said that Max could share his bunk bed any time! Max had the top and Ron had the bottom, and apparently Max got into bed each night and passed out. No moving/snoring/getting up during the night. Max complained to us that they kept them up late and made them wake up early. I said he probably didn’t go right to bed (I remember my camp days…staying up as late as possible to talk and talk and talk). He said he did. I said I was gonna ask Ron about it and then Ron confirmed it! Made me laugh.

Ron also said that Max was a really smart kid. That he’d bought several things at the camp store and then went around to other people telling them they didn’t have to walk all the way to the store, they could buy stuff from him (that he’d marked up a bit!) This really cracked me up. Then we got the story from Max. Backstory: JP texted Tj the day before they came home and said we needed to have $3 of Max’s money ready when we picked him up to pay for Ben’s slinky, he would tell us the story later. Uh oh. The day of he told Tj not to ask about it, it was taken care of. When we asked Max about reselling the items he told us that he thought Ben didn’t want his slinky anymore…it was stuck in the railing. So he pulled it all out of shape. Come to find out Ben did want it, so Max had to buy him another one. Max did so, but was surprised to find out that he’d bought the wrong size. Then he didn’t have enough money to buy Ben another one, so he sold some of the stuff he’d bought for himself and then had enough money to buy Ben his. Heh.

I think he came home with all of his stuff except the disposable camera we bought him. I’m sad that’s what he lost, but it’s not a big deal. We did get to see some photos of him on FB during the camp.

But the most exciting story of camp: someone forgot to pack their kid underwear for the trip!!!! It was me!!! What a goober! In my defense I was signing us up for HSLDA so I could ask them some very important questions about homeschooling my special needs child, so I would just read a line of the list the camp sent us and tell Max what to go get. They didn’t have underwear listed! Since I was so distracted during the packing time I considered using my own packing list to double-check, but then I just re-read the camp’s list and I had everything on it in M’s bag. How could we need more than that? Heather told me they also didn’t have pj’s on the list. :-) The way I found out about all this was that I had just awakened from a nap with Jack at home when Max finished his swim test at camp, and JP told him to get clean clothes on. JP immediately texted Tj and me to ask about clean underwear. My face went immediately red cause I knew there were no underwear in his bag. TJ assured JP that I would have packed him some, and then I had to confess that I had not. Fortunately we know practically all the counsellors who went, so they went to the store and bought M some undies. What a trip. I called my mom to laugh at myself and she reminded me that the year before when she was a counsellor at their church’s camp she’d forgotten to pack herself extra underwear!!! I guess I’m not the only dopey one in my family.

Friday, August 22nd, 2014

We had our first week of school this week, here are a few of the happenings:

Our swim teacher had a lot of trouble getting her pool liner redone, so she had to cancel our lessons early in the summer. We ended up having them this week. I was amazed at how exhausted we all were! She gave us 1 1/4 hour lessons 4 days instead of 5 1-hour days. The last two days Jack just quit his lesson half-way in! I think he was wiped out!

Monday Jack and I napped. Tuesday Jack and I went grocery shopping. He told me once that he needed to go potty and I asked him to wait, as I often do when we’re out. He needs to learn to hold it on some occasions. A while later he hadn’t said anything more about going, and I saw our neighbor (Mr. Ony), who was telling me about his dog getting hit by a car. Halfway through his story I heard the sound of water dripping…and yep, Jack peed Wal-Mart’s floor! I was so embarrassed! I really think that ‘accident’ had more to do with him being so tired from swimming, especially since he hadn’t said anything more about having to go. I was tempted to go home and put him to bed (Tj had gotten home by this time) and come back and do my shopping, but I really hated to have to do that. As I walked out to the car I realized that his shoes would be full of pee, and I couldn’t have him go through WM like that. Fortunately I’d forgotten to drop off the Goodwill donation I had, so we had a pair of shoes he still fit in! I wiped him down and we went back for a quick trip and then home. I made everyone take naps the next two days.

The first day of swim lessons I was talking to Rhonda and looked over and Jack was holding a wasp! It’s a miracle he didn’t get stung! I told him to let it go and she got a shoe and killed it. He has no idea that there are bugs that hurt you.

Sometime this week he was eating his bread with ‘flair’ and got crumbs in his eye.

Last week he started showering in our shower! What a big boy. I’m surprised at how much faster it is. I got a pair of slippers Jo gave us and have them next to mine for him to use. Sweet. One of the first times he was admiring himself in the full-length mirror afterward. He had his hands on his hips and he jumped and gave a half-spin, laughing all the while. What a funny kid!

I’ve been getting better about having Jack put up the utensils when the dishwasher is done. He wants to be such a helper. Yesterday I caught him blowing in all the straws before he put them up. Last week he finished eating and put his fork back in the drawer. He is so helpful!

A week ago we had this exchange:
Jack randomly said: boys and girls
I said: who’s a boy?
Nothing
I said: Daddy is a …
He said: Bum!
Pause
I said: Daddy is a …
Girl!
Pause
I said: Daddy is a …
Sleep.
That one made me laugh, he was asleep!

I cut Max a mowhawk last Saturday. Later he said ‘What if I’m walking down our street and Austin passes me and says ‘Hey, you look like my friend, Max.’ and then ‘My friend Max wears those same clothes.’ and then I’d say ‘You know why I look like him?’ ‘No.’ ‘Because I am Max!’

He just told me, “If I could use the Jedi mind trick I’d be having a lot of fun right now!” When I asked him what he’d be doing he said playing the Wii, eating pretzels and saying a lot of cuss words!

On another note: last week Aidan knocked on our door and asked for a little bit of gas. I gave him our little gas can and he said that will have to do. I said you could say thank you, all you wanted was a little bit. He said I know, this probably will be ok. We had one more exchange like this before I gave up. I later gave Max a lecture on how to say thank you every time someone gives you something…especially if it’s exactly what you asked for!

Saturday, August 16th, 2014

We had a great time while Grandmom was here. Tj’s mom is sweet, and we get along really well. But that doesn’t mean I don’t find some of what she says/does amusing/annoying. She is so opinionated (like I’m not?). You can’t tell her anything. I remembered the first morning she woke up here that I’d forgotten to remind her there’s a sound machine in that room she can use to buffer the boys’ noise (the guest room is right next to their room, and Jack wakes up early). She immediately told me it wouldn’t do any good because their door squeaks when it opens. I guess she knows without even trying that the squeak is louder than the noise machine.

I was cutting up a head of lettuce and she said she can’t eat bag lettuce…it tastes like paper.

We were talking about reading and she says she can only read on her lunch hour, at night her mind won’t settle enough for her to read.

We’ve talked before about a positive attitude but she’s convinced that she can’t think anything good about herself.

None of these are big things, they just make me chuckle throughout her time here.

This was the longest she’s stayed. The boys and I picked her up Friday while Tj was working, and she left the following Saturday before lunch. I’d only planned two outings while she was here, but she didn’t want to go bowling so we didn’t. It’s hard to know what she wants to do, she doesn’t really say. I worry about her knees/legs hurting her if we’re out too long, and she won’t always tell me until it’s too late. We mostly stayed home and read or watched TV, and I think that’s a great way to vacation. :-) We did go to the zoo Tuesday when Tj was off of work…that was a fun time. I wouldn’t mind if she came for longer next time.

She had Tj had their birthday; she got Tj a Belgian waffle maker and we got her an essential oil diffuser. I hope she likes it. I kinda want one but can’t justify it for the cost. She said she wanted a chocolate cake with walnuts in the batter, and chocolate frosting. That’s part of why we get along so well. Also, she was reading a magazine earlier in the week and saw a cherry cheesecake and said how much she likes it…so we got the ingredients and made that, too. What a wonderful woman. :-) I gained 3 lbs while she was here, and am still eating whatever I want. School starts Monday so I’ll go back to ‘regular’ eating then.

One night while she was here the ISS went over; we got Max out of bed to watch it with us.

This was the first time we really restricted Max’s use of her electronics while she was here. She won’t ever tell him no.

Well, this is an abrupt ending, but I’ve got to go.

Saturday, August 16th, 2014

Jack is so ornery. He’s been in underwear for two weeks, and he definitely knows the difference, but every time I ask him if his underwear are dry he says ‘Dry pull-up’.

That kid!

VBS incident

Saturday, August 16th, 2014

This is so old, but I haven’t found time to blog about it till now. This is the 4th year I’ve been the VBS babies/preschoolers coordinator. It was tough the first year or so, but now I know the job and feel confident, which is good because the ‘management’ changed this year. We were rocking along the first day…everything is chaotic the first day, but we were making it work. The only kids we have on this end of the building are workers’ kids, and many of them are already registered when I show up Monday morning, so we should know how many to expect in each room. Surprisingly, though, we had double the number of 2-year-olds than were registered. I don’t know if people woke up Monday morning and decided suddenly to work VBS or what…how could they not realize that they needed to let us know they had a kid that needed childcare for the week? Even though that was an annoyance we got everybody settled, and for the first time we actually had a good amount of workers for the number of kids we had.

With the way things worked out we had 7 kids in the 1yo room with 3 workers, and 16 kids in the 2yo room with 6 workers. It was perfect…we split the 2yo’s into two rooms and we had enough workers for them to be able to take their own breaks without me having to go find replacements. Of course it couldn’t stay that way. One mother came to me and said she’d accidentally registered her kids as 1yo’s when they’d just turned (or were about to turn) 2, and could I please move them so they’d be with their age-group. I told her for the time being (this was the morning of the first day during the mad rush) they were in the 1′s room and said we would talk about it at the end of the day after we saw how many kids were going to show up. At the end of the day when the dust had settled I asked her if we could leave them where they were because the ratio of kids to adults worked out better that way. She said that was fine. I thanked her for being so flexible (we’ve not always had such flexible mamas nor workers here); and she said “Flexibility is the key, isn’t it?”

We all went home at noon, and after lunch I saw I’d missed a call from her. She told me she wanted her girls to move to the 2yo room so they could ‘interact with their age-group’. Now, I understand about wanting your child to have the benefit of other children to watch/imitate if they need developmental help, we’ve always had that decision to discuss/make when placing Jack. On the other hand this is a week-long activity of only 3 hours per day. A total of 15 hours in one year is not going to magically boost your child’s developmental progress that much. When I told Tj about the phone message he said just sit on it…don’t do anything. Well, a few hours later my boss called me…she’d gotten a call from the mom…move the kids. I explained to her that I’d talked to the mom and how we’d left it, and that it really was more beneficial to us this way blah blah blah, but she said move the kids.

The next morning when the mom brought her kids in and started explaining and explaining to me why she wanted them moved I said that was fine, it was just funny since the afternoon before she’d been fine with us leaving them in the 1yo’s. She said I didn’t have to be so rude! She just jumped right in there! I backed off and said she didn’t need to fill in all their info on the check-in sheet, I’d move it from the other room. She said no, she’d already put it on the 2yo page the day before. I told her we’d rewritten the sheets so I’d take care of it but she brushed me off again. I got out of her way and let her do her thing. While she was checking them in I just kept thinking that this was stupid. Her kids were there and we were going to take care of them, it didn’t need to be a big deal. When she left to go to her classroom I told her I was sorry I came off that way, we were both there to serve and her kids were important to me. She started crying!!!! She said she was just worried about her kids so I said it’s ok, they’re in the 2yo’s, she said she just wanted them to be with their age-group and I said they are, she said she just wanted them to be able to interact with other kids their age and I said they would, they were in the 2yo’s now. I don’t know why she was crying, she got what she wanted, it was like she just wanted me to want them there too. Whatever. I realized there was nothing I could say so I let her go. I felt horrible that she cried, but there was nothing I could do. Ugh.

When she got her kids that afternoon I made sure I was nowhere around. I didn’t want to annoy her. That night, though, I just thought how stupid this was. I don’t want to spend the next however many years at this church skulking around avoiding her. We’re adults and should be able to act like it. When she checked in the next morning I went nearby and made some small talk. It blew over.

She’s the second  woman I’ve made cry. I’m such a bully!! (The first one was that girl I taught in night-school years ago.)

Jack is Potty Trained!!!

Saturday, August 16th, 2014

Hallelujah! 8 weeks after we came home from the cruise and started getting really serious about potty training I put him in underwear during the day. He had three poop accidents after that (two the very next day), and a week later I put him in underwear at night…that was this Monday the 11th. Since then we’ve never marked him as having a sad face! There have been two times this week he’s started peeing in his underwear, stopped, and did the rest of his business on the toilet. And Thursday I think he started peeing while he was getting on the toilet and peed all over the bathroom. I didn’t discipline him for that, but fussed at him.

I can’t believe it! It seems like the final weeks really flew by, oddly. We started keeping a happy/sad face chart July 13. I couldn’t accurately gauge if he was having more accident days/nights or not. I gave him a face when he woke up and another at the end of the day; the first week he had 8 happy faces/6 sad faces, then 10/4, 10/4, 10/4, then all happy! I still have a ton of diapers/pullups/night-time diapers. Mom said keep some of them so if he has diarrhea or something like that we’re prepared.

I can’t believe it’s (pretty much) all over! He’s never had an accident while we’ve been out (not counting church, where someone else cleaned it up, sorry Alicia!). I don’t know that he’s like I’ve read other kids are and wanting to go check out the bathroom, but I’m convinced that when he’s bored he tells me he needs to go. The last few weeks during grocery shopping I make him go before we leave the house and he should really probably be able to make it till we get home (especially considering how he’s gone the last few car trips w/o peeing in his diaper for 4 hours at a stretch). But two or three times lately he’s gone to the bathroom twice in the grocery store. The very last time I let him go while we were in Goodwill (cause I needed to go), and told him we weren’t going to go until we got home, and he didn’t ask to go at all during grocery shopping. That part’s a work in progress, but he’s really doing well.

I give up

Tuesday, July 29th, 2014

Jack went potty all by himself downstairs. I’m upstairs neck-deep in sorting all the boys’ clothes into their proper boxes. Max is cleaning the bathroom for the third time (whole other story). Max goes downstairs to get something and all I hear is ‘Oh, no no no no!’ Ugh. I calmly go downstairs to see what’s up and Max tells me Jack’s trying to flush his pull-up.

Chores, etc.

Friday, July 25th, 2014

Now that I’m back in the blogging business guess I have no excuse for blogging about the poop-a-rama Jack left for me in the bathroom this morning. At the beginning of the week I was getting up at 6am to catch him waking up and before he went in his pull-up. Then he started sleeping later (probably because Max is home from church camp and they’re keeping each other awake later). Yesterday he didn’t wake up till 6:40, so today I went up there at 7am. BIG MISTAKE!! He’d pooped in his pull-up, taken it off, gotten poop all down his leg/on his shirt/hands/floor/etc. in the process, sat on the toilet and smeared it all over it there, then I guess he gave up and started looking through the cabinet and pulled out the humidifier. Needless to say that bathroom is spotless now and I need to go buy 3 more cans of clorox wipes. I thought I’d bathe him and make him stay naked in the tub (can’t let him play in the water, that would be like rewarding him) while I cleaned the bathroom, but then he was shivering so I had to wrap him up in a towel while I wiped everything down. After all that I went and got two glazed cake doughnuts for me and didn’t share. Yeah.

Yesterday he initiated going potty twice, and today the only time we made him go potty was before and after his nap, he took care of himself the rest of the time. Here’s hoping!

On to other news…

I’m starting to seriously think about his schooling. I’m not sure how much of a schedule we can have with Tj’s lack of a consistent schedule, and with Jack probably needing frequent breaks. I talked to HSLDA today and decided that we’ll have him repeat K this year, and I’ll try to permanently exempt him from testing. They should be sending me info on renting Bergance tests for him yearly. But part of his school will definitely be life skills, so I started that portion a few weeks ago. I found a magnetic chart with days of the week at the top and 7 empty columns below. I made some icons for our chores and stuck them there (I even used a write-on-wipe-off marker to mark when we’d go pick Max up and to draw a pic of me getting my hair cut). We’ve talked about what we do each day several times now, so I wanted to list what we’re doing housework-wise and what Jack’s doing to help us now.

For more than a year Monday has been meal plan and laundry day (Max gathers and sorts, I start laundry. I fold when all laundry is done, it’s not unusual for me to finish washing sometime Tuesday. Then Max puts up all of his and Jack’s clothes, and everything in the two guest bathrooms. I put up everything else.) and Tuesday has been grocery shopping/fill-up-with-gas day. I thought if I just add a vacuum/dust/water plants day and a clean bathroom day we’d have this whole house cleaned every week! So now Jack gathers the laundry (he gets my laundry basket and the one upstairs they use and brings them to the laundry room, and he puts them back when they’re empty), Max sorts, I wash, I fold most of it and when we’re down to the bleach load Jack folds the white rags and sorts the socks while I fold Tj’s t-shirts, then Max and I put up and J puts up his socks. On Tuesday Jack goes with me to Goodwill and to get groceries. He’s not always a pain, but I know it’s boring for him. The first time we went on this new schedule we had a lot of fun noticing the numbers, counting, etc. I always get him a produce bag and blow it up like a balloon when we get to that section. On Wednesday Jack can help dust with his new duster just like mine :-) He also helps move stuff around as I vacuum. Thursday he uses the little vacuum in my bathroom while I’m cleaning it. If there’s ever a day when Max and I are doing chores and I need to find Jack something to do I’ll have him spray the kitchen table and wipe it down (I just need to teach him to not soak the map under the glass, and to not use a whole bottle of spray). He also is good at getting ice and water in cups at mealtime, or the white rag for me. He’s a decent gopher, but there are times…after he’d folded/put up the white rags at least once (and we’ve been using those rags for several years now to wipe their hands and faces at mealtimes) I asked him to get me a rag because he’d spilled some water. I wasn’t anxious about the spill, but I want him to be more responsible when he makes a mess to clean it up. So I asked him to get me a white rag and he headed off in a different direction. I repeated my request and he just looked like he had no idea what I was talking about. I talked him through it but it took a good 5 minutes even though he was standing right at the drawer with the rags in it. It’s like if he’s already thinking about something he has a really hard time switching subjects. He often freaks out when he spills something or can’t properly manipulate his hands to do something he wants to do, and then it’s like he can’t even hear me calmly talking him through the situation. I think he was so fixated on the spill he couldn’t process what I was saying. This boy will teach me patience even if it kills me!

Today as Jack was matching socks (our chore days were off because Max came home from camp Tuesday) Max walked in the kitchen. I asked Max to count how many matches Jack had made and Max was such a trooper! He counted them touching each one, and then sincerely praised Jack for his hard work. He’s such a great brother. Jack is lucky to have him, and we’re lucky that Jack has him, too. I know he has helped Jack’s progress just by being around Jack.

Tonight Austin is spending the night. They were in the dining room and Austin was telling Max to look at this drawing of the boys Tj had done when he was in Colombia. One of the boys looks a little wonky, and Austin said ‘Dude, Jack looks a little bit Asian in this drawing’! Heh, made me laugh out loud.

I just remembered that not long after Mom/Jo left (after the cruise) we saw a stuffed toy monkey. When we asked Jack about it he just started singing ‘Happy Birthday’! It was so sweet. I guess they got it for him for his birthday (which was the day before we got home).

Catching up

Thursday, July 24th, 2014

Now that all the cruise posts are behind me I have so many other things to get caught up on.

Today I was getting discouraged with how slowly we’re progressing on potty training. Just the night before last I told Jack when he went into his room at night that if he needed to go potty while he was in his room he should go all by himself to Max’s toilet. He said ‘No thanks, by myself’. We had a little talk and I felt like he understood a little bit better. Then he actually did initiate going potty! But later that night he came out of his room with no pants on. When I went up there he’d taken off his full-of-pee pull-up and peed on the floor in 4 places. He was kinda groggy, so maaayyyybe he wasn’t fully awake when he did that??? Maybe? Who knows. Hence the discouragement. But then I counted the happy faces vs the sad faces on the chart I’ve been keeping for almost 2 weeks, and there were twice as many happy faces as sad faces. That’s progress! It does help to have it written down and not just rely on my memory. It’s nice to think about all the diapers I haven’t had to change now that he’s going potty, but each trip to the toilet is work as well. He’s gotten into a bad habit of splashing the mirror with water, the soap ends up all over the counter, he loves to laugh and laugh at himself in the mirror while the water runs and runs, and I’m really having to crack down on washing hands as the last thing. When he washes his hands before putting his pants on he’s always to tempted to play with his plaything…and his hands have to be washed again! I guess I should just stay with him through each bathroom trip from start to finish, but I’m as ornery as he is I guess.

Here’s a snippet of life with a special needs kid:
Two days ago I was taking Jack (7yo) with me to get my hair cut. Half an hour before I needed to leave I was on the computer so I told Jack to go get his shoes and socks on, and left him to it. I heard him messing around and assumed he was obeying.
After a bit I check and he has socks on but no shoes. I tell him again to get his shoes, he says ‘upstairs’, I think that means shoes are upstairs. I could believe he just brought them up to put them on…it seems like I heard him go upstairs after he was in the laundry room. I check the laundry room and don’t see them so I tell him to go up. After a bit I go to the stairs and call up ‘Get your shoes on’.
After another bit I go to the stairs and call ‘Come here’; he still doesn’t have shoes on.
I tell him in my super serious voice if he doesn’t get his shoes on I’ll give him a spank. I wait and he disappears into his room.
I call him and he comes out again with no shoes! I start upstairs and say ‘I’m coming to spank you’ and he starts to fuss.
I look around and the shoes aren’t upstairs. I ask him where the shoes are and he says ‘downstairs’.
We go down and shoes aren’t anywhere! I ask him where they are and he points randomly and says ‘right there’ like he knows they are right there.
Then I remember they’re outside. He played in the water outside yesterday and I put them on the railing to dry.
20 mins of my life frustrated all because he doesn’t know to say ‘I don’t know’ when I ask him where his shoes are. He doesn’t even understand the concept of not knowing something. I don’t remember teaching Max that concept…but there are so many things that Max learned with just one or two repetitions that Jack takes months of repetitions to understand, and then a few more months to master.

The day we got home from our cruise someone said something about ‘plus’ and Jack said “6+1= biscuit”!!! Oh my how we laughed.
He called his elbow his ‘other knee’
Jack’s vocabulary: Reak a bork = read a book. Fis-kit please, Mama = fix it

A couple of months ago I was sitting outside while the boys were playing, my boys and Aidan and Jaxon. Max told Aidan that Pawpaw had just had a heart-attack and open heart surgery. Aidan said that was nothing, that happened to him. I suppressed the urge to ask if he’d had an heart attack and just listened. He said his mom got a call once and it was because his grandmom died. They had to miss school then to go visit family. Max asked him ‘So was she crying about your education or her mom?’
A little while later they were on a completely different subject. All I caught was Max saying to Aidan ‘Just ask Jaxon to attract Leanne and other girl’ and Aidan replied ‘No he only attracts Trinity and another girl whose name I don’t remember’.
Later Jaxon came back from his house and asked Aidan which popsicle he wanted. Immediately Aidan yelled out obsidian! Purple! Yellow!

About a month ago on our way to VBS Max told me he’d taught Jack the planet names. He said sometimes they play this game where Max asks Jack if he wants to go to another planet. Jack says yes and Max asks which one or suggests one. Then he tells Jack to hop on and puts his hands together like he’s holding a joy-stick and flies to another planet, sound effects and all. What sweet brother games!

14 July Jack said ‘Move a chair, Mom’ so he could get his flag topper that had rolled under my desk. I’m hearing more full sentences from him like ‘Stop it, Max’ and ‘Quit it, Max’. Heh. I’ve also heard a lot of ‘stupid truck’. Wonder where he gets that from???

Last week Max was outside playing while Jack and I stayed inside. After a bit Max burst into the living room and told me to close my eyes, he had a surprise! When I opened them there were Jack’s flags!!!! I’d been looking for them off and on for about 6 months! I’m so sentimental about them because they’re the only toys Jack has ever been really attached to. Max had his Mr. Horse for ages, slept and ate and rode with him, but Jack never really got attached to a stuffed animal. But these flags! He loves them! I didn’t realize we didn’t have them for a while, and when I started looking for them but couldn’t find them I wondered if I’d given them away in a fit of cleaning. I even went out to the Morgan building and opened a couple of sentimental boxes to see if I’d packed them up. Turns out when Addy had her graduation party next door Jack brought the flags and left them there. They knew they were there, but didn’t see any urgency in getting them back to us. By the time I realized they were gone I had no idea when the last time I’d seen them was. Anyway, I teared up when Max brought them in.