Or, the virtual dumping of the junk drawer onto the clear surface that is my blog.
There’s actually not much to write about lately; it’s sad.
Michael still asks fifteen gazillion questions every day, questions about everything and anything and nothing, questions that have no logical answer, questions that make no sense, questions to which only he knows the answer, questions about questions.
His entire day is one gigantic question mark. From dawn until dusk. When his feet hit the ground, he revs up the question engine, and it does not cease until daddy has firmly ensconced him in his bed.
I’ve written about this before, fairly recently, so there’s no need to cover that ground again. Suffice it to say, it hasn’t let up. It’s only increased in ferocity and quantity. He’s added “What happens when I…” to his repertoire, though. That’s new. Like if the topic of conversation deals with jello melting, he’ll ask “What happens when I melt?” Or if we’re discussing mowing the lawn, he’ll ask “What happens when I get mowed?”
Moving on.
He ended his two-year stint on anti-seizure medication just a couple of months ago. He took his last dose one Sunday night, and that was it. We were prepared with emergency anti-seizure medication, just in case he had an episode… but it never happened. He’s been completely free of any myoclonic spasms, and has shown no other signs of medication withdrawal. At the end of next month we can pretty much rest assured that he’ll be okay from now on. Closing that chapter.
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Yesterday, on the way out of his drop-in day care, we happened to pass by a classmate. A “pretty girl,” he called her. I asked what her name was, but he didn’t know. She was chatting with her mom, telling of her adventures that day. He turned around to say something; I assumed he was going to ask her name.
Instead, he said “Your dress is… I love your… I… I… I love you.”
She giggled.
“Laying it on a bit thick, aren’t you?” I said. Her mom laughed.
“Daddy!” he said.
“I think you’re just cute,” the pretty girl said.
“Oh, no!” Michael said, giving himself a face-palm. The girl giggled all the way back to her mom’s car.
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In a short while, Michael will be starting school in another in-home day care place this year, one that comes highly recommended as providing structure, individual attention and real learning targeted to Michael’s age group. He’s already visited and is very excited about going. We’re excited to see him learn and grow this year, and hopefully move into a phase that goes beyond asking random questions and demanding to watch movies endlessly.
Summer is coming to an end. Three teenage girls will be going back to school. One will be starting high school, and will be in for a real culture shock, going from a routine of getting up at eleven AM to getting up at six, and then having to actually use her head for more than just as a place to perch her headphones.
Oh, the wonderful teenage years….how I miss them. Not really.
So glad to hear Michael no longer needs the meds. I didn't know he did (haven't been around that long), but I am glad to hear things are going well.
Michael's questions always crack me up. I hope he grows to the next level above questions and movies too for your sanity.
Michael just kills me. Are the two of you going to have a man to man about how to play his hand a little better with the ladies? His heart is going to get stomped on a lot if he keeps wearing it on his sleeve like that.
@Baby News — My strategy for dealing with the teen years is to simply grit my teeth, duck and cover.
@Otter — I have been thinking about compiling a video on Michael and his questions. Maybe this is the impetus I need.
@WeaselMomma — oh, yes we are! Just as soon as I'm sure he can absorb it.
We're looking forward to answering some of Michael's questions for a few days. Also, we're looking forward to spending time with sisters S & L and cousin A. We will work on getting up before 11 and ban the head phones unless we're in the car.
Michael is such a sweetheart just keep that boy dancing and he will have all of the girlfriends he wants. Grandma K.
Michael makes me smile. I think it's great he told the little girl he loved her. I think he made her day and I know her mom must have smiled a lot after she left. Glad to hear Michael's doing well off the medicine.
But really, aren't you going to miss tapping the creative side of your brain answering Michael's questions?
The one teen left at home just started her sophomore year in hs, today. Yes, she had to wake up at 6 a.m. to be at the bus stop by 7 a.m. It was a shock to her system for sure. I'm sure she'll be in bed by 9 p.m. Sure . . .
Well at least he didnt call her "baby thing" like he did the last girl. I think you blogged about that.
Cute. We're gearing up around here, too. I'm sure Michael will enjoy his new challenges, too.
Just wanted to stop by to tell you that I'm linking to your promo (Suburban Wow) tomorrow
Ahh, just the beginning of his exploration of those other creatures out there called "girls." Should be fun….
I am a first time visitor, but I have been aware of your blog for some time. I am glad that it was this post that I stumbled upon as it provided a glimpse into your life. I'll be back soon.
Oh that is such great news about the meds!
I love his conversations with his classmate – too sweet!
found you through Dear Mr. Man's blog!