Things just roll by.
Playdates, at least three every week, they go well. Better and better in fact.
There are times when I think that the windmill is lying dead by the roadside and then I remember that dead things cannot be killed.
Building is what we do.
And I remind myself that it is one brick at a time. That is what we do.
Second grade is over finished. He scored a full house in both reading and math. It took a lot of work and extra hours and I know that nothing is given, nothing can be taken for granted and we can never stop. This is our life.
He is making stop motion pictures. Acid little movies with weird music he makes himself. There is an ongoing theme of battles and attack and he uses red dough for blood. His Lego figures die horrible deaths. He even writes scripts occasionally.
His brothers encourage him and reinforce his taste for gore.
I sigh, and laugh and my chest swells with pride and hope.
Always that pain mingled hope that everything will be allright.
His movies have names like:
Attack fly man
The Horse ate the legs
Blood Monster and so on
I am writing a childrens story and I am on the second half of the first draft. Time is something I never have enough of.
It rains and rains and rains and we are going nowhere abroad this summer. It is cold and the patio we built last year is unused. I have not drunken my coffee outside one single time since I went on holiday.
I have decided that weather is of no importance.
So I tell myself.
I am planning a trip to around the country anyways.
We are working on reading comprehension and rhetoric, conclusion, main idea and that sort of thing.
Filling the gaps, looking for holes. Building , building.
I play lego like my boy.
In fourth and fifth grade thing will get harder. We are preparing.
Hangin on by teeth and nails.
Sturla went on two summer courses already.
one was ar his school with his classmates the other for special needs kids some with autism some with anxiety or adhd. There they felt his biggest issue was his attention.
That I knew, somewhat.
I was surprised though, they felt is was a bigger issue than his social skills.
I have no idea where we are going. I just hope it is a sunny place.