Travis snorted, and said, "2011?!? That's silly. It's not 2011!" And I replied, that yes, he was right, but that car companies came out with new models early, so that even though it isn't 2011 yet, they are already releasing their 2011 cars.
He thought for a second and exclaimed, "Oh, I get it. That way, when you buy it, the paint will be dry. That makes sense."
He said it so matter-of-factly. It's so clear to him now. They are already releasing 2011 models so that when you buy them, the paint is already dry. I mean, seriously, who wants to deal with wet paint on a new car?
For a Sophie update, she is now counting. Not counting correctly, mind you. She goes, "Two. Seven, Eight! Two!" She gets progressively more excited as she goes along. And if she is counting more items, she just repeats seven and eight a bunch of times, and then a two every once in a while. She pretty much has to begin and end with 'two' though. So when we count her toes, it goes something like this.
"Two. Seven, eight. Seven, eight! Two! Seven! Eight! Two! Two!"
Oh, and I almost forgot, I gave Travis an informal reading test. He tested at 3rd grade and 9 months. I knew he was a sharp reader. He's blown by the "See Jane Run" level, and catapulted to things like "Watch for ice on bridge" and "Notre Dame hang tags keep left" (He was reading street signs on the way home today.....) (Oh and incidentally, he thought it was hilarious that there was a sign warning us about ice on the bridge. It's September, for Pete's sake!)
When I told him what the reading test result was, he said, "Why aren't I in third grade then?"
Fair question.
So I told him that school is about much more than reading, and he has lots to learn at all levels of school. I also told him that being a good reader means that he's more likely to have success at school, and that things will come easier for him if he keeps up with that reading. I want him to have confidence, especially with his speech difficulties, so I want him to know his reading ability is something to take pride in, and use to his advantage.
As for Noah, it's difficult to explain exactly how smart this kid is, but he's got something. He's starting to be able to write some letters, which is very cool. We were talking the other day about how he will start pre-school next year (to which he leaped up and screeched "Hooray!!"), and I got to thinking about what a whirlwind Noah will be in school. He's such an outgoing personality, he makes friends with random kids at the playground or the bowling alley. I kind of dread that and can't wait for it at the same time.
The boys just came in from playing in the treehouse, Noah climbed up on my lap and said (as he says usually once a night or so),
"How about I give you a squeezie-hug and that will make you sad and then I give you a softie-hug and that will make you happy?"
I don't know why, but he loves this ritual. Somehow, he created the squeezie-hug and the softie-hug; one, where you squeeze with all your might, and the other, you gently and barely even touch the other person. So, he gives me an uber-tight squeezie hug, and I pretend to be sad, and then he ever-so-gently leans in and puts his arms out as if he's going to hug me but just barely barely touches me. Its very sweet. I love softie hugs.
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