You know I was maybe four or younger on my blog, now I'm seven. So, I play with older things and do things with older kids.
My best friend is Bradley and he likes Pokemon. I really like the Hardy Boys books. Bradley, not so much. I'm reading book 16 right now. The title of Book 16 is "The Figure in Hiding." I bought it with my own money because I was selling things to Ivan for money. Plus, I earned it with chores.
I do stuff like sweeping the kitchen and vacuuming the living room and dusting and stuff like that.
I'm on chapter 12 in book 16. I'm also reading "The Hobbit." Mom, is still on book 12, because I hid my books from her.
Also, I have codes. They are: Code 1 - A23-151C2-D576-A19-395M-24, and that means: The Hardy Boys and Chet 16.
Code 2 - DZ736-42, and that means: Frank and Joe. Those are my codes.
"The Hobbit" is about a Hobbit named Bilbo Baggins. And I watched "How to Train Your Dragon" today. It's one of the best movies I've seen.
I got to see "Kung-Fu Panda 2" at the drive-in theater. The movie starts at dark so we had to wait a while because we went really early, like 5:30. We got there at 6:30. It was kinda boring cause we had to wait a while. Ivan made a new friend, and I spilled the popcorn, while Aron played with Ivan's new friend. And so, It started way past my bedtime. Like maybe around 9:00.
And I'm back comfortable with swimming. Since I go underwater now, I got to stay longer than my brothers at the pool the first day I got comfortable with swimming again. With Nia. Who's going to be in school with Ivan next year.
I have a Star Wars notepad, that's what I wrote my codes on. I have lots of other things in it. A kid at my school came in my room and wrote his name in it. His name is Eli. Ivan scribbled on the same page with a pen. The next two pages say, I watched 2 movies. I think I was watching Loony Toons. The next page in my pad has Hardy Boys books I have.
I'm hoping that Bradley can come to Kid's Camp with me and I'm going to VBS, but he can't come because it's already filled.
(Dictated by Owen, typed by mom.)
January 18, 2010: My kids sing a lot. They just sing whatever is on their mind. Just now I overheard Owen go from something about his toys to singing..."stop, drop and roll." He repeated it a few times until the other two started singing along. Now I need to teach them the song, "clean up your toys."
January 19, 2010: Owen's take on sloppy jo's for dinner: "They should call it messy jo's, because it's really messy." Maybe he doesn't know what sloppy means. ?
January 21, 2010: Yesterday afternoon Owen went out to play. When he came in his eyes were real wide and he said, "we were playing, but we came in because we just heard a big grouch of thunder."
February 16, 2010: Owen (6) asked me where the couple figure skating are from. I said China and he asked, "oh...are any of them toy makers? because a lot of my toys are made in China."
April 9, 2010: Ivan: what if somebody got as big as God? Owen: No one can be as big as God. Ivan: Why not? Owen: Because their head would stick right out of the earth and you can't breathe in outer space.
April 24, 2010: I asked the boys what they wanted for dinner last night and Owen asked for Red Robin. I didn't want to take all three of them to Red Robin by myself so I dissected his reasoning down to...corndogs. We got those at Walmart and everyone was happy. Sometimes you just gotta ask questions.
May 18, 2010: Yesterday Owen (6) took a tumble and muddied and scratched both knees and both elbows. He got up quickly and as we walked to get him cleaned up he announced, "see, I am a man, I didn't even cry."
September 3, 2010: I asked Owen (6) if he'd like to earn a quarter (for sweeping the kitchen floor) he said "no...that's not what life is about...life isn't about money." I said, "is it about helping your family?" His yes landed him sweeping the kitchen floor for free.
October 9, 2010: My boys watched Bambi this morning. Wait it gets better. Owen was standing in front of the TV with the toy shotgun he got at his birthday party last night and shot at every furry creature he saw.
October 23, 2010: Owen (7), walking past a karate studio, asked his dad, "Can you use karate to kill a duck?"
November 1, 2010: After seeing a clip from Oprah where the audience members were arguing with her over religion, Owen (7) was trying to tell me about it and this was his description: "You know that show with all the girls that don't work, and they talk to the news lady."
December 19, 2010: I just scrubbed about 14 inches up my walls and floor trim and mopped my foyer and then threw Owen's coat, gloves, socks, shoes and jeans, a big towel, a couple washrags, my socks and sweatpants and my front door mat in the wash. Any guesses as to what happened?
December 24, 2010: The sweetest words my 7 year old has ever said to me was yesterday afternoon while getting the house ready for visitors: "Mom, I'm done dusting, is there anything else you want me to do?"
January 1, 2011: We bought Owen a set of the first six Hardy Boys books for Christmas and he is more than halfway through the second book. I am halfway through the third one.
January 4, 2011: I can tell Owen's back in school. There's a pile of papers on the kitchen island that have no where to go.
January 24, 2011: Owen was up by 5:(something). He's been quietly reading on the couch for an hour or so while the rest of us slept.
February 3, 2011: Owen's flamingo animal project done at 8:10. He is giddy about finishing. I enjoyed watching him discover the joy of research, and then become a fan of his assigned animal just because he knows interesting things about it.
February 8, 2011: For the first time since Ivan was two weeks old (5+ years ago), Owen (7) has his own room. He was SO excited to go to bed tonight.
February 9, 2011 (Overheard in the van) Ivan (5): "I was the first one buckled and you were last!" Owen (7): Well, I'm glad because in the Bible it says the first shall be last and the last shall be first!" Then silence while Ivan contemplated this the rest of the way to school.
February 9, 2011: Owen (7) keeps using the word Romantic wrong. Ivan asked for some crackers and Owen said, "Yum, they're so romantic." A Princess Bride reference is coming to mind.
February 17, 2011: (From Owen's first grade teacher) "No lunch for Owen today...he ate it all for snack at 9 this morning...this could explain why he was probably starving after school...I will remind him to save some from now on(:"
February 24, 2011: Me looking back into the house as we're leaving: "Owen you left the hall light on."
Owen (7): "Ah, that's okay."
Me: "No it's not!"
Owen: "Oh, sorry mommy."
Me: "Ah, that's okay."
March 1, 2011: The boys are bathed and ready for bed. Owen (7) is reading to Ivan (5) and Aron (3). Doesn't get much better.
March 26, 2011: (Overheard)
Owen (7): "That's not Karate Ivan...this is Karate."
Ivan (5): Ugh...whimper
Owen: "See...Karate hurts."
May 5, 2011: Owen (7) was telling me that there was a boy standing beside him during the worship service last night that was trying to distract him by hitting and kicking him a lot. He said, "I just kept on worshiping until he stopped...and sometimes mom, I was worshiping so hard water started coming out of my eyes."
May 5, 2011: After church I usually ask the boys what they learned and often they shrug their shoulders and have nothing to say until I prod a little. There is always something that sticks (thanks Cornerstone Children's ministry). Last night was about respecting elders so I finally asked Owen, "did you learn about old people?" he said, "Oh yeah...we learned they can really break-it-down."
May 5, 2011:
May 9, 2011:
May 10, 2011:
June 2, 2011: Ivan (5): "I thought I'm not old enough to play this game?"
Owen (7): "Well you can do it, cause you're smart."
Ivan: "Oh, so it's only for smart people and 7 and up?"
June 3, 2011: Aron (3): "Owen where does this piece go?"
Owen (7): "I'm not telling. It's a puzzle and you have to figure it out or you'll never be smart."
Ivan (5): "I'll tell him."
Owen: "NO! If you tell him than someday he'll be an adult and he'll still be asking for help with everything."
Owen has been getting in trouble at school lately. Not big trouble. Not embarrassing trouble. Just a more frequent note home, time on the bench at recess or points taken away in class. When I ask him, he says he just gets distracted, he gets bored or my favorite..."they thought it was funny." Apparently, his teacher didn't think it was as funny as "they" did.
I've punished him at home. discussed options with his teacher and looked at it from different angles. Though I admit to being a little worried at first I am not anymore. He's just exploring the boundaries again. I think we all do it at different stages and in different ways. I was so rarely in trouble in school that it shocked me to think of him misbehaving or causing problems. However, he's not me and he's a boy. It's different for boys, because, well, they are boys I guess. They have to bang their heads against more walls for some reason. I don't know.
I also admit to worrying over my parenting and whether I were overlooking something, but his teacher reassured me that he is a very good boy and that it has nothing to do with me. I like her.
One of his complaints since the beginning of this "getting in trouble at school" phenomenon is that one of the other boys is often doing the same thing and doesn't get chastised nearly as quickly or severely.
I haven't talked to his teacher about this, but I doubt it's as different as he perceives it and even if it is...there's a reason.
After asking a few questions about the other child and the things he did I felt I understood. I remember this same issue from when I was a kid. Another girl and I would be involved in the same activity and I would be scolded more harshly. It infuriated me as a kid, but I understand it now. It's unfair treatment based on expectation levels.
I explained it to Owen as well. If you have been a well behaved child on almost all occasions and then suddenly act out of character, you will be punished quickly because it is well known that you can do better. Being disobedient is NOT who you are, and therefore discipline comes to correct the difference in your behavior. If you are a child that consistently misbehaves you will eventually be ignored and your punishments will be dealt with less disappointment. There is a differing expectation level between you and the other boy. The upside to this comes when something special happens. If there is an opportunity to handle a special project for the teacher or the class and you and the other boy are the only two available to do it, who will she choose? You, of course.
To my utter amazement, an example of what I was telling him happened the very next day.
Today, when I picked him up from school his teacher walked him to the van and explained that the National Day of Prayer would be observed on campus this week and each class is expected to have one student represent them with a prayer. She asked Owen to say the prayer for their class and he accepted the responsibility. (That's my boy!) She also said that he had a very good day and didn't get in trouble once. Yay!
I love it when God orchestrates circumstances and then makes it look like He's backing me up.
Finally...it is done. He has moved into his own room. It didn't happen the way mom wanted it to, but it happened.
Owen has been asking for his own space for almost a year and I wasn't ready to move him. I didn't feel he was ready to take care of his space and as long as I was picking up his dirty socks as well as his brother's, I didn't want to have to do it in two rooms. I told him this. I explained that when he could show me he was responsible enough to take care of his own room, I would allow it. He has shown improvement. Not as much as I was hoping, but I tend to set my sights pretty high.
My criteria also involved some changes that had nothing to do with him. I wanted the room painted, the old dresser that is literally falling apart from age and use, to be replaced. A different bed or set of beds for him is in the plans as well. Of course all of these things take money. Money that I could spend, but I have other things to spend it on as well. You know how that is right? It's not always that money isn't available, it's that money has too many directions to take at one time. Well, that's what's going on here. Spending money to replace items that are still functioning is kind of low on the priority list. So we have been waiting for a while and finally, on Monday, he came to me and drug me into that room and he made his case, and I bought it.
I could have made the move right then. It only took about 45 minutes to get my things out of the desk and chest in the room, and move his dresser into it. I was beginning to feel emotional though. It makes me sad to see him move out of the room with his brothers. I made the excuse that I needed to wash the sheets on the bed in there (which was actually a good idea since Aron has been napping in there a lot) and told him we may be able to move him in the next day. He was happy with that.
While he was at school on Tuesday I cleaned my things out of the desk and found a box for the items I had stored in the cedar chest in there. I moved his hanging clothes and his little framed birth announcement. I hung a couple of his school projects on one wall and replaced the battery in the clock on the wall. I vacuumed and brought the clean sheets up to the bed and then I left it and waited for him to get home from school because I knew he wanted to help.
Once he was with me, we made the bed together and I told him he needs to know how to make it look nice himself. We moved his pillow pet, his pre-school nap pillow and his favorite blanket into the room and then collected all his "treasures." He has little boxes of trinkets and broken items that are what he calls "special" and we found a place for all of it. I moved his dresser while he arranged his books and together we dusted things and made it look moved into. He was so excited, and I was glad I had waited one day so that I could be excited with him.
That one day gave me time to mourn the loss of three little boys in one room. A happy little mess of short people on bunk beds with their names and artwork plastered on the walls. Not a room about one, but a room about them. I love them together and though I believe with all my heart that they will always be friends, I also know with a broad clarity that there is only a short time in life that they will be brothers the way they are now. They are going to, all three, go their own way. They will follow the destiny and commission that God has ordained for them and it will be wonderful to see them follow those paths with confidence and determination, but I will miss this. I will miss the every day, the every night, the squabbles and giggles and whispers and whines. I know Owen is only moving into the next room. Logic tells me it's really no different, but somehow...it is. I'm thankful there is a next room before there is a dorm room or apartment. Baby steps are good for mom's to take too.
This morning he was up but sitting on the floor, still in his pajamas and wrapped in his bathrobe, reading by the lamp before breakfast. He had made his bed all by himself and it looked great. It's funny how little it takes to make what, to me, was a very empty colorless room feel cozy. A great 7 year old is a good start.
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