Saturday, October 18, 2014

Silly

Yesterday was Silly day in k5.  We wore silly socks and silly hairstyles, read silly books, and had a silly snack.


M in his silly hair and non-matching socks.  And thanks Nana for the new shirt!

I'm proud of our silly snacks!


We made silly monsters out of apple slices, with pumpkin and sunflower seeds for teeth.

They were a healthier spin on the apple/marshmallow teeth I saw online.  The kids loved them!  With a little thought we can make healthy, allergy-friendly snacks that kids get excited about.

These would be fun for a Halloween snack, too!

Friday, October 17, 2014

Lessons from a puffet show

Today at school, during chapel, two teachers put on a puppet show to illustrate a lesson on being thankful in every circumstance.

In the puppet show, a possum learned to be thankful for his fainting spells.  I'm sorry, but a "possum" learning to be thankful for his "fainting spells"?  Could this be more perfect for L's situation?  I could just see him making the connections, feeling represented and accepted, and walking away with a personal reminder to find the positive perspective in a negative situation.

When we got home this afternoon, I eagerly asked him what he thought of chapel.  Whim had led the music and shared, and even called M up on stage to help at one point, so L had a lot of things to say about it, but he didn't mention the puppet show.



Not to be deterred, I brought it up myself.  "What did you think of the puppet show?" I asked him?
"Oh, the puffet show!  I loved it!"
I knew it!  My sweet boy.  It probably meant so much to him.
"The possum was just like you, wasn't he?" I prompted.
"Who?"  
Record scratch.  
He has no idea what I'm talking about.
"The possum.  The one who fainted..." I remind him.  
Nothing.
"He fainted whenever he got scared?"
No recollection.
"The puffets were just so funny, mom!  That's why I liked it!  I laughed, with my friends!"

Lesson learned.  For him, right now, he isn't looking to see "someone like him" up on stage, in his books, or the media.  He's surrounded by kids just like him.  His seizures aren't a big deal for him, I need to follow his lead.


Sorry, bud.  One day I'll be as level-headed as you about the whole business.

Monday, October 13, 2014

Sign here please


Today M brought a marker to school to let his friends sign his cast, just as he had hoped he could.  Of course L and I signed it, too!

As I wrote about in his birthday post, I've really enjoyed watching him talk and interact with his friends lately, kid-to-kid.  I love to see them laughing over their own jokes and discussing their own interests.

This afternoon, M could barely stop laughing long enough to tell me about how his friend had taken the pen and written his (M's) name rather than his own.  That would have cracked the six-year-old me up, too.

Sunday, October 12, 2014

Happy October


Yesterday M asked me for a fall project.  I'm not a crafty mom.  I can't even look at those "55+ hands-on crafts for boys" Pinterest posts because they just make me feel guilty or cause severe eye-rolls.

But I remember being in elementary school and wishing we decorated more for holidays, so I get where he's coming from. (I was also obsessed with the dream of making muffins, for some reason, which is probably why I always make them for my kids now.  I'm sure when my brother has kids he will put them in a bowling league whether or not they want to, since that was his constant fantasy.)

Anyway, so the boys and I made a Halloween bunting for their room from a falling-apart Curious George costume party book.  M did most of the work, since as he put it, "L doesn't even know how to bunt..."

It's just Halloween pictures cut out and stuck on orange and black paper.  (In the picture it looks yellow, but it's really orange.)  Nothing fancy, but the boys love it and it puts them in the holiday spirit.

Next to be added: Spooky spiders and led candles from Nana's birthday package for M.  Thanks, Mom!

Happy October!


Saturday, October 11, 2014

Sling makeover

It took M a while to appreciate what a broken arm in Kindergarten means.

Initially, any comment about how "cool" it was brought tears.  "How could someone say that?!!  It's a terrible disaster!"  But now, a few days later, after glorying in the constant questions, attention, and requests to tell how he broke it, he's pointing it out if people don't comment fast enough.  "Excuse me.  Do you see my broken arm?"

But on the morning of the first day with his cast and sling, picture day, his birthday, he still saw it as a reminder of his scary accident.  Looking at it made him sad.



So we spruced it up!

The Avengers stickers didn't make it through the first day, but they got him through the morning.  By the afternoon, it was no longer an issue.  "At what point to I bring a black marker to school and let my friends write their names?