What Did You Call Him?

I've taken to calling B "Bugaboo"...don't know why, it just came out of my mouth when getting him out of the carseat the other day. It seems to suit him and I've been calling him that at various times for the last several days. This morning G suggested that HE should be called "Bugaboo" and since B came to us sick and has been rather snotty for the last week and a half (albeit now much less snotty), that B should be called "Boogerboo".....GROSS!

How Do You Say It?

Since B is not really saying any words, we've decided we will be trying to teach him some signs, just like we did for G & K so that he hopefully won't get too frustrated trying to communicate with us and vice versa. Anyway - he's already learned "more, all done, cheese, apple, and cracker". Today he wanted to climb up and down repeatedly on the bench at the kitchen table. When he wants up he raises his arms, but when he wants down he kinda just grunts or whines. K decided she should teach him how to sign "down"....she said, "Mommy, how do you say 'down' in Baby?"

God Did What?

K and N and I were reading a Bible Story book N had found in the back room....a lift-the-flap type with lots of colorful pictures. As I read it, they took turned opening the little windows. We got to the story of Noah's ark and looked at all the animals, I read the text, we talked a little. K said, "You know mommy, this is when God said he'd never send any more splosions on the earth." I said, "You mean when He put the rainbow in the sky and promised never to flood the whole earth again?" She giggled and said, "Yeah, that's what I meant."

A Really Big Boy

G today provided me with two really proud moments. He played his last basketball game of the season on the co-rec league: scored two baskets, had a breakaway run right at the beginning of the game, a good pass or two....they all got trophies (as of course you do at the tender age of 6, when they don't even "officially" keep score!) and looked very pleased with themselves.

G also today reached a definite milestone. N, our new foster son (also 6) wanted to ride G's old bike to show us that he knows how to do it without training wheels. We talked about what an accomplishment that is, and that G is still working on learning. N wanted to "demonstrate" for G how it's to be done and rode a lap of the parking lot next door. N got off and wanted G to try. So we put his helmet on and Daddy held on to the back. Lo and behold, our little boy who's alway been a bit awkward and clumsy, took off riding without a second thought, beaming smile on his face and leaving a happy and very proud tear in my eye.

The Joy of a Young Boy

G came to me tonight before bed and said excitedly, "Mom, I think I'm the luckiest boy in the whole world." I asked him why. He said, "This week I got two new brothers (our first placement as foster parents, N is 6 1/2 and B is 18 months), I'm helping hand (at school when it's your week to bring snack you get to be the helper each day also: line leader, passer outer of papers, etc), and I've got a loose tooth that's about to fall out." Pretty well wraps it up, doesn't it?

The Other 7 Dwarves

G was discussing the 7 dwarves with Grandma and Grandpa....not sure what brought it up. Grandpa asked G if he could name the dwarves: Dopey, Snuffy, Angry, Dumpy, Sloppy, Stinky and Jack.