The Lists

Thanksgiving, while it should be the day we are thankful for the things we have, apparently is also the day to write The List for the things you WANT.

Z did not want the hassle of writing his own, so he asked his dad to do it. Every item starts with Spiderman, such as "Spiderman movie, Spiderman pen, Spiderman fishing pole, Spiderman Pez dispenser".

B wrote his own list, and his sister conned him into writing hers as well.
I have been so gracious as to share some of B and S's lists with you, because it is SO MUCH fun to decipher kindergarten spelling. Obviously, we need to work on word spacing. Good luck.

B's list:
1. Salbote
2. Bbltaperole
3. pelitgun
4. batmanculrinbuk
5 kadeeborswithcrmlinthem
6.batmanthigitcumsupwinyoopuchitduwn

S's list:
1. toydog
2. biwdflbudrflie (I could read this, but what the heck?!)
3. lidlhuwsintheprareehuws
4. curamru
5. Lidlmrmade doll

Think you can get 100%?

Wants

So, I asked the question, "Have you guys been thinking about what you want for Christmas at all?" (and I wondered if their answers clued you in to their personalities at all...)

Z: A sword (he already has one)

S: A chocolate bar (a girl after my own heart)

M: No (because that is what he always says....to everything)



B: I want everything in the whole world! (and then later, he "decided" that maybe a gun and a fishing pole would suffice)

Black

Z has a difficult time with anything requiring fine motor. He usually finds ways to work around it. Not in the typical sense...
He doesn't hold his pencil in a different way so he has more control of his writing.
And he doesn't draw more slowly to get it all "just right".

No, Z finds ways around it by saying, "Well, I tried to write it like that, because I wanted it to look all messy, like a tornado came through." (He had to do that particular worksheet over, by the way.)

Take today for another example.

The kids worked on "self portraits".
I traced their heads and shoulders, added an outline of their clothes, and the kids added details to make the outlines look like them.
All was well, for about 5 minutes.

Until Z had a hard time painting his eyes. They were "too big!" I tried to talk him through it. "They are fine, Z. There is no right way to do this picture. I love that you picked out a color that is so close to the real color of your eyes..."

He began working on his shirt color.

I went upstairs to get M from his nap.

When I returned, Z's picture was all black.


"Z, when you are frustrated, that doesn't give you the right to ruin yours or other people's things." (Item #3 on the infamous Star Chart)

His response?

"I didn't ruin it, mom. I couldn't help it. I am wearing my black Spiderman pajamas, and it's night time. You're not supposed to see me!"

(Creative, Z. Really, you are. You ended up re-doing this project too. Not because I didn't secretly love your creativity, but because you need to learn to work THROUGH your frustration, boy. I love you, black pajamas and all.)

The 2nd edition of Z's self portrait is strikingly familiar. I was thinking maybe Beaker from the Muppets, but I don't think that's it. I can't place it...

Huh.