Hey, .... You're 6!

It's funny. You are 6 today on "Super Bowl Sunday" (BTW, the NY Giants and the New England Patriots are playing this year), and you were born on Super bowl Sunday. Cool, huh? Every time they say something on tv about 'super bowl', you suddenly voice, "Hey, they said my birthday!!"

I hope you know think every year ON Super Bowl Sunday, that it's your birthday...LOL. We'll humor you just so long, my little buddy. I can't wait until you wake up (you are still in bed), so I can give you your present (soft, fluffy bathrobe and Tonka digger - remote). We will have your party NEXT Sunday, as everyone seems as though they might have plans today. And since mom works all kinds of days including weekends, we'll do it at dinnertime. (4pm-7pm). Pizza, maybe some games, who knows).

This was a day when we were home on a Sat and you set up your 'band' on the kitchen floor. The problem arose when I finished making stuff in the kitchen and moved to the living room. It wasn't a problem for ME, just you had no audience for your band. So the next thing I hear is you asking me to help bring things in the living room so you could have me hear your 'concert' better (like I wouldn't hear BANGING pots and pans from the other room???!). I told you that you could do it yourself, and ...guess what?

 You did.....dragged the whole things through the dining room, around the staircase, into the living room. And then proceeded to perform for me. Thanks for making me laugh!

Have to mark your height on the kitchen door molding!

Don't Play with Matches!

So far, so good.
The house hasn't burned down yet,.... but you almost set the cat on fire! It's too bad you watched mom start a fire in the fireplace, because now you know how to light matches. Mom said she was in the bathroom, but I wonder if she wasn't outside having a cigarette with Tracy from next door....

For you to have lit 4 long matches (they were in the fireplace), AND to have swiped one at the cat (yes, we've found his scorched fur on his back, in a zig-zag pattern), it must have been a while. Mom is getting a talking to...and the matches are getting put in a better place than on the mantle.

I wonder why MY stress level is high!

Washing hands

You are getting better at doing this consistantly, but you still need reminding. It's funny that it's only a struggle to get you to start. Once you are in the water, you want to play and play and play. Usually with all your toys.

This is the hardest part. To get you to stop playing in the water and dry your hands.

You are still so cute!

Now if we could only get you to remember to 'aim' for the water and not overshoot the rim of the toilet! And DON"T use the tub and a toilet (to pee in) unless it's an emergency (like someone else is on the pot!). Rinse it out when you do, too! 

 (I think that's included as a lesson. I'm trying to remember to give you a lesson each posting).

Tucking ME in...

I love when you are in a snuggly mood and so am I. It's the cutest thing to see you (you are almost 5 now), drag over a blanket (your green crocheted one from Gramma Smith, or my quilt) from the chair and 'try' and over me with it. All the way up to my neck (choke). The funniest thing is, you get it to the neck, then push down a few times (sometimes too hard) to 'tuck' me in, then you sing a little ditty (changes every time) very quietly. So sweet...

Our routine is usually to 'talk me into' coming downstairs 'for a few minutes, Grammaw' (with your little fingers held slightly apart) to 'sleep wiff me'. You are too darn cute, so I do. Sometimes you want to say (sometimes 'sing') the Lord's Prayer, sometimes sing a little song (our limited choices are; Jack and Jill, Teddy Bear's Picnic or Somewhere over the Rainbow), but then you are pretty good about letting me get up and leave. Not always, but that's 'cuz you love me, right?

Wish you could always stay this sweet, but I know you will grow up and not always think of others like you do at 5 yrs old. I hope to teach you to think of others in kind ways, though. Be gentle.

Lesson: When people aren't gentle, they are usually angry about something; frustrated; hurt and wanting to get back at someone (not always at you). And most of the time it's lashed out at whoever is the closest to them. But the feeling aren't because of you. If they are, I hope you try and figure out what caused it and fix it... appologize, talk it out. Don't be physical back or it just generates the same thing. (That means it continues and doesn't get better).

My Boy is BACK!!

Hey, you haven't had any meds since last Friday, and you are so well behaved. You were actually pretty good (and not 'work') at church last Sunday. Thank you for being a good boy. I love you to bits and pieces.

Medicines

Okay, here is the straight scoop... Mom & the doctors say you have impulse issues, and slight ADHD, and RAD (reactive attachment disorder). I say they SAY you have it, but I'm not sure if that is totally the issue. I think a lot of the probablems you have is due to proper parenting. There. I said it.

Mom tends to put on the tv as a babysitter, and I know you seem to enjoy it, but it shouldn't be on all day when she doesn't feel like working with you. I wish you were read to more ( I try as much as I can), and worked with to learn your letters and numbers. (Mom seems to think you can count to 30, but I tested you out and you get to 20 okay, but get a little lost after that). Actually, I'll laugh at this 30 yrs from now (I hope I'm still alive), because it won't matter.

She has resorted to giving you medicine (concerta- 18mg). The first pill was given way too late in the day and you were up all night with hallucinating/night terrors (crabs and spiders in your hair, ghosts flying by, snakes on the floor--just shoelaces that tie up your sleeping bag-, cows with hands at the cellar window,etc) and ended up in the ER until the meds were out of your system. I know you may not remember any of this... that is good. They changed your meds to 1/2 pill, (9mg) for a few days and it was much better, but I think it makes you jittery, and still hyper. It's supposed to make you focus. I'm not sure it's working, because the things I see that aren't you, are the 'forcefullness' about getting what you want, you aren't as kind anymore. I love my kind, sweet Malakai. Please, come back.

I hope mom doesn't give you any for a while, as she gave you a whole pill and you just kept bouncing and being VERY engergetic. You don't stop. You need to stop. Slow down. Maybe if mom took you outside more.... let you RUN, and run, and run....

You always want me to 'lay with you' at night. I guess that's a good thing. Our bonding moment. But you seem afraid if I leave. I'm right upstairs. Honest. I won't ever leave you until God makes that choice. But I'm here. I love you. You ARE my best buddy (besides Papa). I love you too, Malakai.

Future Mechanic...oops, auto technician

Hey, Malakai,
Do you remember when you were 4yrs old, that you LOVED getting cars and trucks for gifts? Well, let me show you why Gramma doesn't want to buy you any....
Notice the wheels. Or should we say, lack there of? Yeah,... you tend to remove the rubber wheels from their hubs and I find the rubber tires in various places in the house. Usually, after I step on them!

Actually, this car is missing all four tires. Hence, you cannot drive this one on the wood floors, just the rug.

This one doesn't even roll down the home-made ramps ... not even axels remain...tsk, tsk, tsk...

I keep thinking maybe you'll be an auto technician like your Papa. Maybe. If you don't misplace your wheels.