Wednesday, April 27, 2005

More Burrito Nonsense ... and Pictures

This was just going to be a picture post, but John keeps generating material.

Yesterday, he had a run-in with another boy at school. The boy wanted to play with John, but John wanted to play alone. When Mom picked him up, John ranted about the encounter.

"I don't like friends."
"I don't like school."

Mom opened the windows in the van.
"I don't like air. Close the windows."

This did not soothe him.
"I don't like things. I don't like things everyday."

They passed a bus on the road. Mom pointed this out, hoping to cheer him up.
"I don't like city buses. I don't like city bus noises."

They drove past a road construction site.
"I don't like traffic cones."

You can not make this up.

When John got home, he laid into Dad, who was moving a bird feeder in the front yard.
"I don't like things!" He shouted by way of a greeting.
Dad explained what he was doing.
"I don't like birds."

Alrighty then!


On to the pictures.

This is John on his birthday. Note that he's excited. Note that it's another train-themed item.
http://home.comcast.net/~routerhead/birthday1.jpg

For John's party, we went with a construction theme. What you cannot see is that John is wearing his Bob the Builder outfit, complete with overalls and toolbelt. However, the group quickly turned their attention to the train table. Shocker. In this picture is Dodson, John and Paulie (l to r).
http://home.comcast.net/~routerhead/birthday2.jpg

The cast of characters: Sophie, Alden, John, Paulie, and Dodson (clockwise from left). Also making cameo appearances are Alden's and Paulie's moms.
http://home.comcast.net/~routerhead/birthday3.jpg

No birthday party is complete without a picture of someone eating cake. Here are John and Dodson.
http://home.comcast.net/~routerhead/birthday4.jpg

After the party, he insisted he dd not need a nap, and wanted instead to sit in his bean bag and watch his new train video. Not tired. Right.
http://home.comcast.net/~routerhead/birthday5.jpg

Dodson has a battery-powered Jeep that he inherited from his older sister. Yesterday, he and John took it for a spin. This is out in our front yard.
http://home.comcast.net/~routerhead/jeep.jpg

Friday, April 22, 2005

Attitude Adjustment

John needs an attitude adjustment.

On a positive note, he's experimenting more with moods and feelings.

On a negative note, he's being impossible.

For example, Tuesday morning, he got to school and informed his teacher that "He was going to be mean all day." His teacher reports that he was as good as his word.

John had lots of fun at his birthday party, and did much better than he did last month at another friend's party. Of course, it's easier in these busy situations when it's on your home turf, as his party was. He goes to another party at the end of the month, so we'll see if there's been any improvement.

In general, though, Burrito is all attitude these days. For the most part, it's cute, but it has its moments where it's less cute and more frustrating.

At day care, Miss Jeannette is "a bad teacher because she makes me take a nap." When he describes her, he makes a mad face to represent that she gets mad at him for not staying on his cot. Well, duh....

He doesn't want to go to school at all these days. He gets up and says "No school today?" When we correct him, we are rewarded with a temper tantrum. At his current pace, John will be up for adoption in about 3 weeks.

Another fun development in John's life is allergies. This is not a surprise, given that both his parents are allergic to pollen. As a result from his congestion, he got an ear infection, and so we went to the doctor. Well, one of the things doctors like to do is stick tongue depressors in your mouth and check your throat. Burrito did NOT like this, and once the nice doctor was finished he said, "I'm really mad at you!" in the maddest sounding voice he could muster.

As we said, he's really improving in the emotions category!

We will have pictures from his party and other stuff soon. We'll try to get them posted next week.