Magician
I have been writing a lot about Super Gerky these days and not so much about my Magician so this is dedicated to him. He is quite a charater. Laid back, independent, hysterically funny, a bit obsessive and cute as a button is my baby. I just booked his 3rd birthday party with Big Jeff, a kid's musician that he loves but I am starting to wonder what the heck I was thinking planning to invite 20 kids, AND THEIR PARENTS! to my house in the middle of December. The things we do for our kids. I just think he would enjoy that more than going to a place, as easy as that would be. I figure a 2 hour party, 30 minutes for the kids to get there and get settled, 45 minutes of music and then 45 minutes for pizza and cupcakes. I just can't believe my baby is turning 3 already!
Yesterday we were getting ready to have a bath and he likes to hide when it comes to bath and bed time. He usually hides in the same place though so it is pretty easy to find him. Anyway, we were calling him for bath and he wasn't coming. And he wasn't in his usual hiding places. He has a habit of draping himself over the arm of the couch and screaming "help me! rescue me!" Well, when we heard the familiar cry, we figured he was playing the same game. Nope. He was no where near any of our couches. We started to panic a little when we heard him scream "help me!" again and ran upstairs. We found him in our bedroom - he had climbed up on to my dresser and was sitting there, big grin on his face, ankles crossed, just looking out at us. "Hi Mommy and Daddy!" Perhaps it was a you-had-to-be-there moment, but it was pretty funny. No idea what he was looking for up there, or how he got up there, but he was pretty pleased about it all.
They just changed his assistant teacher at school. The teacher that was there was promoted to the head teacher role in another class. She was awesome! All the kids loved her and she really knew how to communicate with them. This morning was utter chaos as the kids were crying and clinging to their parents and such when Ms. Amy wasn't there. The parents were freaking out as well, running to tell the director that this was not acceptable, etc. etc. Well, there was my Magician - he walks into the classroom, puts his stuff in his cubby and walks over to the Thomas toys, ignoring all the screaming kids in his room. I stood and watched him for a couple of minutes then had to call him 2x to tell him I was leaving. He glanced over at me, gave a quick raise of his hand and back to work. I didn't know whether to be relieved that he is so well adjusted or upset that he clearly doesn't need his mommy there. Most of the other kids cry when they go to school, my kid cries when he doesn't. Go figure.
He even got to take home the class mascot this weekend - Casey the Cow. Casey the Cow went out to dinner with us and had to taste everything that we were eating. Then they played Hide and Seek (Magician hid under the table every time and Casey never caught on) and Rock, Paper Scissor Shoot... the second game was not that successful as both Magician and Casey the Cow always chose Rock.
So school is a piece of cake for him, however, if you put his jacket on without buttoning it all the way up, lord help you! It is not acceptable for him to leave the house with his jacket even the least bit open. It took me a while to learn that "stir it up" meant button it up. In fact, the first day of school he was hysterical because the teachers did not know that it was a sin to leave with your jacket not completely buttoned up and did not "stir it up" when told.
I have lots more Magician stories, but for now I need to get back to work.
Yesterday we were getting ready to have a bath and he likes to hide when it comes to bath and bed time. He usually hides in the same place though so it is pretty easy to find him. Anyway, we were calling him for bath and he wasn't coming. And he wasn't in his usual hiding places. He has a habit of draping himself over the arm of the couch and screaming "help me! rescue me!" Well, when we heard the familiar cry, we figured he was playing the same game. Nope. He was no where near any of our couches. We started to panic a little when we heard him scream "help me!" again and ran upstairs. We found him in our bedroom - he had climbed up on to my dresser and was sitting there, big grin on his face, ankles crossed, just looking out at us. "Hi Mommy and Daddy!" Perhaps it was a you-had-to-be-there moment, but it was pretty funny. No idea what he was looking for up there, or how he got up there, but he was pretty pleased about it all.
They just changed his assistant teacher at school. The teacher that was there was promoted to the head teacher role in another class. She was awesome! All the kids loved her and she really knew how to communicate with them. This morning was utter chaos as the kids were crying and clinging to their parents and such when Ms. Amy wasn't there. The parents were freaking out as well, running to tell the director that this was not acceptable, etc. etc. Well, there was my Magician - he walks into the classroom, puts his stuff in his cubby and walks over to the Thomas toys, ignoring all the screaming kids in his room. I stood and watched him for a couple of minutes then had to call him 2x to tell him I was leaving. He glanced over at me, gave a quick raise of his hand and back to work. I didn't know whether to be relieved that he is so well adjusted or upset that he clearly doesn't need his mommy there. Most of the other kids cry when they go to school, my kid cries when he doesn't. Go figure.
He even got to take home the class mascot this weekend - Casey the Cow. Casey the Cow went out to dinner with us and had to taste everything that we were eating. Then they played Hide and Seek (Magician hid under the table every time and Casey never caught on) and Rock, Paper Scissor Shoot... the second game was not that successful as both Magician and Casey the Cow always chose Rock.
So school is a piece of cake for him, however, if you put his jacket on without buttoning it all the way up, lord help you! It is not acceptable for him to leave the house with his jacket even the least bit open. It took me a while to learn that "stir it up" meant button it up. In fact, the first day of school he was hysterical because the teachers did not know that it was a sin to leave with your jacket not completely buttoned up and did not "stir it up" when told.
I have lots more Magician stories, but for now I need to get back to work.
posted by Lain | 11:10 AM
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