Carson is an interesting little person. In many ways he is very much a six-year-old, but in other ways, he seems older than his years. Or maybe he's just eccentric. I go to his classroom once a week to help with small group activities. I've mentioned before that he's easily embarrassed by my presence. So this week I asked if he'd rather have me or Dad. He requested his father. So the preferred parent went and helped the children write their numbers. When Andy came home, he reported that only one child in the class acknowledged him--a little girl who lives up the street. He saw Carson sitting at his desk and his desk mate kept asking, "Is that your dad?" Carson kept his eyes cast down, gritted his teeth and whispered, "Yes!" Oh, the humiliation!!
He claims he plays by himself at recess, by his own choice. However, despite his anti-social nature, he seems to have several friends. He gets birthday invitations and scraps of paper with other boys' addresses on them.
He is still eating mainly chicken sandwiches or chicken patties for lunch every day. His teacher went through the line with him one day to show him where the other foods could be found. What more can we do? One of these days he'll get sick to death of chicken and be forced to eat something different.
Parker is at the stage when he wants whatever Carson is playing with. So I often hear Carson yelling, "MOM!! He's getting my (whatever)!" I enter the room to find Carson literally holding Parker at arm's length while Parker shrieks and demands the item in jeopardy. Other times, Carson dashes from one room to the next with his toy, hoping to outrun Parker. Of course, in either scenario, he never has a chance to play with the toy because he's so busy keeping it out of Parker's hands. I keep telling Carson to just go in his room and shut the door. He argues, "But he'll follow me!" Then I reply, "Yes, but you're faster than he is." He still doesn't take my advice, so he often ends up relinquishing the toy and hoping it will soon be forgotten.
Since starting piano lessons in September, he is already tired of practicing every day. He does it dutifully, but only after a sudden onset of vague but debilitating symptoms. I tell him to just plow through and practice anyway. Miraculous recoveries are common here.
He's a happy little boy. He gets the giggles just like anyone else. He laughs at Curious George and Parker. He loves it when I make Dakota say silly things or when I imitate Yoda from Star Wars.
We have some very talented neighbors, one of whom came and painted a mural on Carson's bedroom wall. It's even more amazing up close, but you can get an idea from these pictures....
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