As I write this, DB is in the room next to me building something out of dominoes. I feel like he’s grown up a lot; he’s going to be eight in a few short months. We switched him to a charter school this year, which was a hard change, but I’ve really liked the school. His teacher has lots of fun ideas, and the school gives him opportunities to work more at his own speed, which I like. He struggles with handwriting and spelling still, but he is reading more. On days when I go to the library and get new books, he’ll sit for over an hour at a time reading. He listened to two Ramona books in the car and ate them up; it’s harder to get him interested in longer books these days, like The Hobbit or Harry Potter, but I guess we take what we can get.
DB is still pretty moody, and we plan on seeing a counselor next month to learn how to deal with this better. I’m also reading a parenting book I think will help. Often, he is a sweet, obedient, normal boy, but then sometimes he gets in moods where he yells at us and wishes he’d never been born…over really trivial things, like taking a shower. One cute thing he does lately is make a big show of clapping his hands when he hears a vocabulary word from school. Sometimes PDan and I try to string them along in sentences to see how many times we can make him clap.
U: “Like an evil spirit.”
C: “Oh. I want to be a devil too.”
U: “Devils are bad.”
C: “Oh. I want to be a devil.”
U: “OK. You’ll have to pretend to drink beer then.”
U: “How about an angel?”
C: “No. I want to be a devil.”
(A few minutes later)
C: “I’m scared of devils, and I don’t want to be a devil, because I can’t when I’m a penguin.”