Life has been busy lately, to say the least. Here are a few little moments worth noting ...
The boys haven't even had time to watch all of their new DVDs from Christmas yet, and today Connor was determined to watch Toy Story 3. I was impressed with how quietly and intently he watched the movie. All the way through to the end. It wasn't until a few hours later, when we sat down to dinner, that his true reaction came out. I look up to see how he's doing with his food, and he's sitting there with big, wide eyes and trembling lips. When I ask him what's wrong (spoiler alert - stop if you haven't seen the movie and want to) - he says "It wasn't nice when he took that away from big baby!" Keep in mind, this is hours later. It takes me a minute to catch up to what has him so upset. It's at the end of the movie, when the bad toy is being mean to another bad toy. And it has my six-year old in tears. Didn't see that one coming.
You remember a few weeks ago when Connor showed a little meanness of his own (see here). Well, his then-victim picked up one of his tricks. Today Xander decided to push Sawyer into a room and keep him closed in there. It was the half-bath, so it doesn't lock from the outside, but he kept pulling the door closed on him every time he tried to open it and come out. Fun stuff.
Last, but not least, was another first. Xander usually comes running out of school every day. Don't get me wrong, he's gotten over his "No!" and head-banging refusal of going into school (well, mostly). He actually usually runs into school in the mornings, too. But at the end of the day, he's bolting out the door. He pushes people out of his way, even (well actually especially) his twin brother. He wants to be there first. Not today. Today he started walking about, was about half way to the car line, and then turned around and bolted back toward the door to go back in to school. Yes, that's right. He wanted to stay at school today. I stopped in my tracks. It was the funniest thing I've ever seen, and I had no idea what to make of it. The teachers helping with car line were baffled, too. And then Mrs. D, the speech therapist, clued me in. Apparently Xander's teachers had balloons - and not just any balloons, but balloons with letters on them - in class today. He had to be physically walked out to the truck and practically shoved inside. He kept saying "Balloons, please!" and even going further and requesting "I ... want ... balloons, please!" He asked for them all day. And all evening. And it was the last thing he said to me before bed, too. Looks like we're going to have to find out what kind of letter balloons he has at school. Because clearly we need them at home, too.
