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Ethan and More Ethan

One of my goals is to be an interesting and consistent blogger.

Some of my other goals are to be an adequate mother, keep my house relatively sanitary, tame the laundry pile down to a dull roar, and experience time with my family in a variety of neat places, doing fun activities.

That gets in the way of my first goal. But don’t fear – I am honing my time management skills.

I’ll just tell you what Ethan has been up to and I am sure all will be forgiven. Right?

Special Olympics. It is really a wonderful event for the athletes that participate. It is preceded by weeks of practices. There is the anticipation of the parade and friends, the new t-shirt and, of course, the medals.

DSC05764 (1) DSC05797 DSC05818 (1) DSC05805 (2) DSC05857 (1) DSC05878 (1)Years ago, this was a difficult day for our whole family. It was often hard for Ethan to manage the waiting and the weather and for our little kids too. But as they have all gotten older, the experience has gotten nicer and I look forward to many more years of participation.

“Let me win, and if I cannot win, let me brave in the attempt”. ~Special Olympics Motto

Ethan also attended The Midland School Prom. All proms are wonderful. But this one is the best. The kids are all so ‘on’ and pulled together – really nailing it in every way. I feel privileged that I get to be a part of these peoples lives.

Who doesn’t love when I post about Ethan and more Ethan?!

Sunday Scenes – iphone Edition

If the day starts out with me, myself, my sneakers and I – it’s got to be good, good, good.

party1Sean, who resides in a ‘big boy’ world, very rarely gets to participate in ‘little boy’ activities. So a Lego-themed, family party for a younger cousin was really nice for him. A minifig cookie made the day truly ‘sweet’.

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You know how I hang out at the hockey rink to watch my boys play? This is the usual view. I watch. Through a fence. Just like that.

I forgot to tote my camera with me, so my iphone had to suffice.

Do what you can, with what you’ve got. All of the time.

Be A Ghost

When Ethan is in a particular mood, on most afternoons after school, he perseverates on a certain topic.

‘You die mom?’

‘Mom, your dead. Be a ghost.’

‘Mom? Gonna die, mom?’

‘Mom? Mom. I love grandma. I love dad. I love Gabby-boy. Not you – I ‘X’ you.’

Then he makes the sound you would hear if you gave an incorrect answer on a game show.

Peals of laughter commence – only from Ethan, of course.

He goes on and on about me becoming a ghost and haunting our present house. He maintains that it will then become a ‘Spooky House’. He tells me that I am ‘old’ and ‘yucky’. He rarely expresses this about Dennis – and he is old and yucky too!

Sometimes I ignore him – to the extent that it is possible to ignore Ethan. If he chooses, he can keep this up for hours. Sometimes I respond.

‘Yes, E, we are all going to die.’

‘Yes, E, if given the opportunity I will definitely haunt you.’

‘Ethan, if I die, who is going to make the food and do the laundry?’

He says he’s going to take over. Maybe he could start that now?

He has expressed these sentiments from the time he was very young. We can come up with no good reason for this particular behavior – or so many like it. It is inexplicable – like so much about him.

It is a hobby, a habit, a compulsion. My mom is often concerned that it upsets me. It does not. I recently had a compassionate friend concerned that it is hurtful. I am not sure why it does not bother me. I don’t believe that he secretly hates me and also, a lot of what Ethan does is confounding. It is far from the most difficult facet of his quirky self.

It’s fine. I love Ethan enough for the both of us. And if it turns out that it is, in fact, possible to haunt him or become a ghost when I die – I’m in.

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“It’s how you ride the trail that counts.”

~ Dale Evans (Rogers)

Did you know that Roy Rogers and Dale Evans had a baby girl with Down Syndrome? This book is a little beauty.

Indoor Activities

We are busy here. I think we are trying to move. Strange words to use in a sentence about moving – ‘think’ and ‘try’. But it’s true. The market is unpredictable and there are not too many houses that I would leave our current house for. Right now, the count is at 1 – and it is in town. But, we are cleaning, culling, redecorating, carpeting and painting none-the-less. Let’s see what happens.

Otherwise, I would crochet all day if that was possible because it is one of the rare times that I can think in a straight line (or in rounds). It just feels good. Late at night I get a chance to  sit down and here are some products of that stress-relieving activity. DSC05066 DSC05069 DSC05067 DSC05071 DSC05074 (1)The patterns are here, here and here.

There are other mundane activities and way to many of them are occurring within my own four walls.

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Teeth

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I LOVE Ethan’s artwork

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My very 1st Kombucha brew. I received a SCOBY as a gift from a friend

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He insists the cat loves him

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Serious ‘Poke’ play at The Only Game in Town

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King & Queen of the Hill

10 days until Spring. I hope it’s not a rumor.

School Boy

We enrolled Mikey in school. Public school. It’s been shocking for sure. He is mesmerized by all of it.

He gets up with no trouble in the morning and feels that it is very important not to be late because then he would have to get a ‘late pass’. What would happen then? He does not know and does not want to find out. He believes that ‘walking on the right’ and having to raise your hand are good ideas. He likes his classes. He says the work is interesting and most of teachers are nice. I noticed him putting LOTS of extra gummy-fruit snacks into his lunch bag and questioned him. For his teachers. Good idea, Mikey.

He says the kids yell ‘Hi New Kid!’ in the halls and he yells back ‘Hi!’ Last week he told me that he was a celebrity. This week he says he’s a legend.

He says he has a teacher that has a very snotty and rude tone of voice…unless another adult enters the room or is on the phone. He says that he does not believe that another of his teachers likes children. When this teacher was shaking his head and stated that he did not know what they were all laughing about, my own little Amelia Bedelia asked him if he should explain exactly what they were laughing at. He reports that both of these teachers enjoy gummy snacks 🙂

He says everyone is jealous of his self-made lunch. It’s totally a ‘homeschool’ lunch. Fruits & veggies, cheese & crackers, nuts & yogurt – in  a cool, little bento box. You just have to laugh. He’s rocking it.

Today he told me a story about having to eat lunch in his math class, with his math teacher because he did not finish all of the previous evenings homework. I asked if it was a ‘punishment’ – he stated that it was not – just a time to do the work. He proceeded to tell me that eating in the math class, with his math teacher, doing math with three other students was WAAAYYY better than eating in the lunch room. It’s the little things.

He informed me that he was not finishing all of his math homework tonight either.

This is strange for me. I did not like school. I do not like rules and regulations. I do not like a whole lot about school. There are things he tells me that make me cringe. I hold my tongue and listen to him recount it all in his own way. Things that would really bother me, don’t bother him. When I ask him what he thinks of a situation – he usually has a very different take than I would. I dislike structure and he seems to be enjoying the routine.

Mikey calls Gavin ‘homeschooler’. Gavin calls him ‘schoolboy’. All is well.

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The heading of my blog says ‘I Blog 4 Boys’, right? Lately I feel like ‘I Cook 4 Boys’ and ‘I Chauffeur 4 Boys’ – but certainly not blog.

I know a Sunday has come and gone without posting ‘Sunday Scenes’ because I slack like that and several others ways I could admit too.

The house is in flux because Ethan has been displaced from his room. There are few holy rules in our house – one is not to displace Ethan! You have seen Rain Man? Welcome to my world. His room is being renovated, so his hoard has been moved to the kitchen, dining room and living room. You know we live in a tiny space, right? This does not help anyone. Ethan is doing as well as he can with the situation and I am doing as well as I can with the clutter – which I despise! I’ve tried to embrace my inner hoarder, but I don’t have one 🙂

Did I mention we are looking at a giant space? A big house. I’ve been trying to wrap my head and heart around the concept of moving. <Insert distasteful sound here>. Some things about it would be amazing and some would be downright scary – like heating and cleaning it. Pray for us.

Otherwise, I am battling the daily urge to crawl back into a warm bed – so I make it quickly in the morning. Then I stand in front of the warm dryer and I leave the oven open after baking to benefit from the ancillary heat. I have even resorted to filling the tub with hot water, rolling up my jeans and reading while seated on the edge. 

I’m cold, but I’m not as SAD as last year. That is so good.

I wish the weather was warming up. I wish the trees were blooming. I wish I could watch Downton Abbey from my hot tub – I wish I had a hot tub.

I wish I could find my blogging mojo.

 

Something New

We knew that change was on the horizon.

So, there were inquiries and phone calls, conversations, debates and paperwork. Next, there was a tour and a talk, a physical and a shot, and piles of more paperwork. Finally, there were meetings and signatures and a paper grid of boxes with words like ‘Phys. Ed’ and ‘Social Studies’ in them.

In the end, Mikey was all set to go to school. But it’s not the end – it’s actually the beginning of a new adventure.

School clothes and name brand sneakers (so sue me) have been procured. A new hoodie, a backpack a lunchbox were selected and a three-ring notebook full of loose leaf was added.

We even covered a textbook in brown paper.

DSC04758After all the appointments and hardwork, there was very little fanfare. He looked like every other kid walking up to the school – except he was shooing away his mother’s camera. As it was time to go, he was shooing me away too and ducked away from an attempted kiss. We would never have sent him if he was not going to be ‘fine’. He was fine.

I wish I could say the same for me.