You never know when Jonah might actually reveal something about what happens during the day at summer camp.
He certainly doesn’t reveal much when asked.
Sometimes I can trick him into giving me a detail. I’ve wormed out of him that he has a new friend, or at least knows the name of a kid, . . . → Read More: what jonah does at summer camp (chicka-boom)
Two nights ago, after dinner, Jonah was playing with clay at his art table.
Suddenly, a frail, white, praying mantis climbed up from the underside and perched near the edge, it’s so-very-recently and much-smaller molted former-self dangling empty, just beneath.
A PRAYING MANTIS. Appeared. In our house.
So, of course we decided to . . . → Read More: and then a praying mantis adopted us
Yesterday, on the way to his first day ever of summer camp, Jonah asked me if fairies and unicorns are real.
So asked him if he thought they were real.
He told me a number of things, that fairies are little people with wings, that unicorns are painted or have tattoos in addition to their . . . → Read More: summer camp!
I should be writing a whole long post for you. A hundred posts. For you, and us. How does the time flyyyyyyy????
But right now I have to tell you about my interview. Care.com thought it would be good to get my opinion on discipline. (I can hear you laughing. It’s okay, I laughed too.)
. . . → Read More: my opinions on discipline immortalized on care.com
In spite of everything, Jonah still believes in people.
Last night, just before going to sleep next to me in his (our) hospital bed, and just after his 8:00pm IV antibiotics infusion, he said, “Mama, today was a lovely day.”
He went on to explain how much wonderful play time he had with Daddy and . . . → Read More: lessons in gratitude from a 4-year-old
I’m just schlepping him around in it and arranging playdates.
Today, these things happened.
Miraculously, we did not fight or yell or threaten or beg him to put on his clothes this morning. He just did it. He chose that path, saying something like, “Isn’t this nice in the morning how we can all just . . . → Read More: it’s jonah’s world
Last night, during dinner:
Jonah: Are aliens real? (Ayy-leeei-yunz reyuall)
Daddy: Yes, explanation about possibility, science.
Mommy: Maybe, but adds on about very slim possibility, science.
Jonah: I think aliens ARE real.
Jonah (continues): I think they should be EARTH aliens. I think they are NICE aliens. I wish everyone had an alien as a . . . → Read More: story
We woke up this morning to a fully-dressed child.
Read again with me. Slowly.
A. Fully. Dressed. Child.
A four-year-old who got up, got out of bed, shed his pajamas and “bedtime underwear.” Placed each in the proper receptacle. Opened drawers and selected underwear, pants, under-shirt and over-shirt. And got himself dressed. Without any help, . . . → Read More: miracle