Jamie and Liam Chew's Blog: 2009-10-09

2009-10-09 23:15 (Kristen) Jamie was a star again this morning, getting up and getting dressed, and putting his games down without fussing, and getting to school on time and cheerfully. Wow! He is really trying hard to be good and helpful, and I'm just as happy as can be about not having to fight him. More importantly, I'm really enjoying having a pleasant morning with my boy, and he seems to be doing the same. I dropped Jamie off, came back to see how Liam was going, and found hi in John's lap in the living room, having woken up ten minutes earlier. John went back to bed, and I got Liam ready for Hakobune. We said goodbye to Grandpa and Liz, then went off. When John and I picked Liam up after daycare, I went up to get him while John stayed in the car. Liam showed me his newest book, with another group of female Japanese superheroes in it. My son really doesn't care about traditional gender divisions, which is really rather cool. What, I'm going to stop him from reading about strong women and enjoying it?

Liam and I stayed home while John went to get Jamie in the rain, and we waited for Grandpa and Liz to come back so that we could go out for dinner. The boys alternately walked down to the Silk Road or rode on John's shoulders to "Keep Papa's head dry in the rain." There is a photo of Liam, complete with umbrella, riding on John's shoulders that is to die for. Dinner was very nice, and we all ate a good deal and had a good time. Jamie helped to serve the ice cream, as usual, and Liam protested that his mango ice cream was touching his lichee ice cream. Then, after a few bites of lichee, he wanted the mango ice cream back. It is, indeed, fortunate that I foresaw this and kept most of the scoop of mango ice cream in my bowl for safe keeping.

John reminds me that, yesterday, Liam was trying to get John to read to him when John was in the middle of helping Jamie do his homework. Liam then tried to read the book himself, and burst into tears after a few minutes because merely willing himself to be able to read wasn't working. Poor boy. We're starting to teach him to recognize a few words, if he's willing, because he seems to want it so much. We'll report back on whether or not it works.