Now that spring is in full swing for us on the SouthWest Coast, the bugs are out. I mean, these are wussy bugs--we're not talking Winnipeg bug infestation or anything, but we have some bugs. And Riley has developed a bug PHOBIA, which extends to worms. If there is an ant on the pavement, he screams like he's dying. If there is a mosquito in the grass, he screams like his guts are coming out a hole in his abdomen. If there is a worm at the playground, it's a houseful of skeletons on halloween night. This is hilarious, until it becomes inconvenient. Like tonight in the bath, for example. A small bit of toe jam from his toes floated up, and it was decapitated heads on a post, people. He wouldn't stop screaming until I fished it out, flicked it in the toilet, and FLUSHED THE TOILET.
Or this afternoon, when he was blowing bubbles in the backyard with his brothers, and he kept wanting in because of the bugs, and then out because of the bubbles. In, out. In, out. Like an indecisive cat.
Last night the younger two kidlets were crazy tired, from lack-of-nap and from swimming lessons, respectively in reverse order by age. How's that for mental gymnastics? You can probably figure out who had lack-of-nap and who had swimming, without my mathematical acrobatics. Anyways, when we got done with dinner [Brent was at work], I put the littlest ones to bed early, and they were both konked by 7:30. Ayden was nowhere near tired, so we just hung out in my room, reading books. As in, he read Geronimo Stilton and I read Infidel, and when there were funny bits we read them out loud, but mostly we were quiet. We ate chips in bed. And it was SO WONDERFUL to share an activity I adore with my oldest son. He's a reading fanatic. *Bliss out*
Matthew is SOUNDING OUT WORDS!!! O my blue jeans, this is COOL! "C. A. T. C-a-t. Cat? Cat! Does that say cat, mommy?" YOU BET YOUR BEANS IT SPELLS CAT! YOU ARE THE SMARTEST BOY IN THE UNIVERSE!!! Two years ago you couldn't even talk in four word sentences and it took two minutes to ask what was for dinner and you didn't know your colours, shapes, letters, or how to count to five. All language skills were behind. NOW you have caught up. So well. So completely. Thank you, JESUS. Thank you, Wiebke [his speech therapist]. Thank you, preschool and kindergarten. Thank you, life.