Monday, April 26, 2010

What to Write About!

I haven't blogged in a while and I do feel an obligation to keep this going. If not for my audience, at least I should keep up for me. I do love to look back and see what I've been up and such.

Today I logged in and realized it'd been way past a month since my last entry, so I need to change that fact quickly. But what to blog about: Eyjafjallajokull volcano, the economy, my crafty stuff? Then suddenly the topic presents itself. How's about I blog about a 7 year old boy?

This seven year old boy.

Well, I'm writing about the left half, not the right half. I think it's the right half that causes me all the trouble. The left half is quite possibility the most confident person I know.

A couple of weeks ago his school had spring pictures taken. (Spring pictures Pfft!) They came back last week and they are horrible, as you can see. I hesitated to even include this picture because it's so awful.

Oh, but Griffin LOVED it. I assume he thought he looked fantastic because he has on his favorite shirt and that come hither stare. BLAH! I had to explain he's a much better looking boy than this picture shows. He still loved it, but I was NOT going to buy any. So, a week passed and Griffin asked to see his fall pictures. Now these were cute. I got them out and he asked to have one cut out. I asked why and he said he'd show me. I cut it out and he did this with the picture.

He's a good looking guy and he I guess he wanted to remember that.

He really is pretty amazing. I don't think I had the capacity to realize at six that I was in the wrong school and that my hearing loss did not need to hold me back. Griffin did. He had a hard time figuring out how to let us know. Mostly he threw a fit every day before school. Then one day he said< “I hate my school, because Will’s school is the best. I need to be at Will’s school.” I’m not one to just give in to the kids, but there was something very special about how he said this. He was determined to make me understand he absolutely meant what he was saying. Much to my surprise later that day his teacher told me he rarely used sign in the classroom. He was trying to buck the system he was in. He is his best advocate. He is so much happier mainstreamed.

I don’t know if it will stay that way forever, but he’s learned to stand up for myself and that I hope lasts a lifetime. Hopefully if he’s uncomfortable again, he’ll let us know. . . .without the fits.

He is also very in touch with his feminine side. Don't get me wrong he's ALL boy, but he can be all boy with flowers on his Crocs, holding a pink balloon. He has never cared what Gus and Will have said about his color choices, because has he's said, "I just like pink."

Meanwhile, there's one pink thing he loves more than all the others, Princess Peach, from the Nintendo games. He found a picture of Princess Peach in a book Gus had from the library. He asked me to copy it, which I did. A couple days later I was putting stuff away in the hall closet and I heard Griffin talking to someone. He had the picture of Princess Peach. He was looking at her longing and saying, "I love you Princess Peach," he kissed her and said, "Good Night." He put the picture on his shelf and cuddled down into his blankets.

Now let's talk a bit about the other half, the right side. Oy! This kid has ideas. He's always got some huge plan, some half baked plot. I wouldn't call them schemes, because that seems so negative. These plans are for the enjoyment of everyone, only I end up cleaning up. Case in point:

Yep, that there's a fresh squeezed glass of OJ. I was folding laundry thinking about what to blog while all this happened. I walked out, found this and found my blog topic. He cleaned up the table and I got the sticky floor.

Here he is leaping into another adventure.

Fly little dude, fly.