Last night as I was getting Owen ready for bed I chatted with Ivan who had already brushed his teeth and used the bathroom. He was sitting at the top of the ladder of his bunk bed and patiently waited for his brother to finish up so we could pray together and go to bed. Seemingly out of the blue he confessed to me, "Mommy, I like to eat stuff I shouldn't eat."
I looked at him with sympathy, completely understanding the desire for cookies or Cheetos or candy of some kind I responded, "Me too."
He looked at me with surprise, so pleased that I dealt with the same temptation. He raised his eyebrows and with brightened eyes he asked, "You like to eat boogers too?"
Yesterday while getting ready for bed I asked Ivan if he needed any help with his shirt. He replied, "I just need help getting it thwough my head."
"I'll help you get it through your head," I encouraged him.
He's a funny kid.
Tonight Ivan and his brothers were enjoying their dinner of smoothies and crackers and it was decided that we should call Grandma and Granddaddy since she had called earlier and we weren't able to talk. Ivan asked to talk to them first and his phone skills have improved so much I was happy to let him have his shot at communication. He was into the conversation whole-heartedly and still able to suck down smoothie with a straw while he listened.
After a while his excitement was too much to keep to himself and he pulled the phone away from his ear and yelled to the rest of us at the table that Grandma had said she's coming for a visit! He went back to talking and then pulled the phone away again in excitement to tell us something else that Granddaddy said. I was humored by this reaction. I knew that Grandma and Granddaddy could still hear him well enough to enjoy his enthusiasm as he pulled the phone away.
At one point his excited outburst was met with laughter from me and Owen because after several one sided comments about gifts that were to be brought to him and his brothers he shouted excitedly, "He's going to bring me some dirt!"
Before we could react beyond a chuckle he quickly brought the phone back to his ear and mouth and made a request that any quick thinking boy would make. "Can you bring me a shovel too?"
I wish I could step inside the mind of my Ivan. He is wonderful to be around daily and a mystery to keep up with.
His actions are almost always a surprise to me but I understand and even relate to them afterward. I am realizing more and more how much like me he is. I see his stubbornness and I hate it with him. I know he hates it too, because I react the same way he does to so many things. "Just Say No." This is not a motivational speech for us...it is our theme in life. If there is any reason to lack faith in something, if there is reason to believe injustice is at work, if things do not line up as they should we do not move forward. He and I have the same bent toward what is right and perfect.
While Madison was with us last week, she was very frustrated with him at times. He loves her...adores her even...but would not obey her. It was not that he thought she was leading him astray, but rather that he did not view her as an authority. At one point I told Owen to help Ivan find some clean shorts to put on. Madison got to him before Owen and her eagerness to help was met with a cold shoulder and a refusal to acknowledge she was speaking to him at all. Had I told her to help him, he would have been fine with it, but because the scene played out differently than my direction...he refused to play his role at all.
I am learning more about myself as I watch him and my hope is that I can help him to avoid some of the areas I did not fare so well in as I matured.
He is becoming more interested in numbers and even a little math in the past few months. He likes to count things and seems to understand addition and subtraction to a degree. The alphabet and reading are of little interest right now, but he has time for that.
His enthusiasm, his affection and his compassion are fully alive and I enjoy his passion in life. He is a bright and beautiful boy.
Last night in the van Owen was asking about multiple births. What do you call it when 5 babies are born at the same time? That sort of thing. After we went through all the labels and numbers he began making up names. What if there were gintuplets? What if there were fintuplets?
After a lot of silly words, Ivan piped up from the back..."what about monstertuplets?"
Pretty much any amount of "tuplets" would be "monstertuplets" in my opinion.
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