Mad for Sushi

I think it was late Saturday afternoon that Andrew and I were playing 'Don't Break the Ice'. While we were setting it up he asked, "What does torture mean?"  I explained it and then asked where he heard that word. At Boondocks, when we were waiting in line for the go-karts that he ended up too short for, another kid in line kept saying that waiting in line so long was torture.  He'd been trying to figure it out for two days on his own! 

Sunday March 29th, we took the dogs to the park at 9am to meet up with some folks who are trying to get their dogs accustomed to others. Cara and Charlie were so excited to be out of the house - they just wanted to run. They were still really well behaved and sat when told. They never lunged at the other dogs nor growled when one sniffed them.  Andrew didn't like the lack of attention on himself. He was supposed to be riding his bike all around but spent half the time sitting in the grass in the middle of all of us sulking to some degree.
Andrew blew the congregation away with his reading skills at the meeting Sunday and last Thursday. His goal is to get to read one of the cited scriptures each meeting. Sunday he missed a shorter and easy one, but did get called on for one of the longer ones. He did great and was very pleased!
After meeting, the Waggoner boys came over to hang out. They brought their xbox and rock band, but when daddy tried to do a quick wiring to get the amp and the game hooked up - there was a spark and it took out the amp and the tv.  So no games on the tv.   We grilled hotdogs for dinner and then pulled out Boxers or Briefs and Imaginiff  and played games until almost 10pm. Andrew left in a fit a few times for no understandable reasons. Later in the evening, he kept coming out of his room with a different mask or costume on and trying to get attention that way.  Then he'd join the game for a little bit until he got mad about something else.  It was a roller coaster, but we all had fun anyway.

Monday was his last day off of school. I was not feeling well at all. He patiently waited for me to finish some work I had to get done. He wanted to make another handprint, so we mixed up the salt dough, rolled it out, imprinted his hand, and then baked it. Then he drew pictures for friends.

March 31st he came home with the phone number of a girl in his class that I'm pretty sure he's a little sweet on. She seems to be the most mature in his class from what I can tell too. He said her number was "in case we want to have a play date." 

His favorite thing to have for breakfast right now is two small waffles, spread with yogurt, and topped with frozen strawberries and blueberries. It's actually a lot of food!  Then again - he's been eating me out of the house lately. He'll finish his food and say he's still hungry!

April 1st, we went out to dinner and left Andrew with the Waggoners. He really didn't understand why we would want to go without him. I tried to explain that there are times when he will want to be with just mommy, or just daddy - and sometimes mommy and daddy just want some time together without having to take care of anyone else. I think it hurt his feelings. He held it together all evening but as soon as we pulled in the driveway at home he burst into tears, "Why did you have to go eat sushi without me!!"  He was sobbing and angry and hurt.  I gently reminded him that we love him dearly and we absolutely will go again with him but that we needed some time as adults. He wouldn't let it go though. He swore he was never going to go to that sushi place and never eat sushi again.

Friday evening was the Memorial. He was very pleased to get to pass the emblems but he still wanted to smell the wine.  We joined a group of friends for dinner afterward. Andrew was a roller coaster of emotions. One minute he's content and the next minute angry about something as simple as trying to speak to the seating hostess and her not hearing him and walking away. The entire evening ran long and he definitely was overtired.

Saturday I spent the morning with a friend.  The boys did some chores around the house and then went to Murrays house around noon. Andrew got to pet a snake that popped it's head out in the yard, and fly remote controlled helicopters, and meet a new friend a few months older than him. (and eat three cupcakes and a bowl of ice cream, with koolaid and a hotdog)
We ended up at the Waggoner's for spaghetti dinner. I did an oil treatment on Kevin and then Andrew asked for one. It was nice to have him agreeable to it. He enjoyed playing some racing games with William.  They served me some ice cream in a mug the shape of a toilet bowl... Andrew exclaimed "I want a toilet bowl!!" lol 

Sunday he was still upset that we went without him and he was craving sushi. We had a joint meeting with the other congregation in the morning. He eagerly introduced himself to the Bethelite speaker and they talked about visiting Bethel and the brother told him he had a brochure about Bethel to be sure and get before leaving. He was a roller coaster of emotion again.By the time we were ready to leave, Andrew refused to meet the wife or get the brochure. We got it for him.  He was angry that we were not going for sushi.  I told him we had to go to the grocery store after lunch so we can get him sushi there. He was not satisfied.  We ate at a Vietnamese place next to the grocery... where he went back and forth from defiant and depressed to cooperative and polite. It was exhausting. He did like all the food he tasted... and he enjoyed picking out sushi at the grocery, as well as vegetables and fruits to juice and snack on at home.
He and I both took a nap when we got home. Once daddy was done with some work - they went to the park for a while. We read a book after a bath. 
He came in my room around 8:30pm saying he had a bad dream about Transformers - so we chatted a little and I sent him back to bed with some ideas for good dreams.  He admitted to me Monday morning that he read two more books, one being a chapter book. I'm guessing he gets under the covers with his flashlight so that we don't notice.