This house is like a balloon - every time you clean one place, another one is suddenly dirty! Ok, maybe not quite a balloon. A balloon doesn't have mini-people following you around spilling things on the clean spots.
Morgan had a tough week. A couple weeks ago he started sporadically giving his teachers a hard time about getting on the bus to go home, and twice Josh had to go pick him up because they couldn't get him on the bus. This week he wouldn't get on the bus to go to school Thursday morning. I had specifically worked from home because he had an in school chorus recital and his teachers told me how much he loved it and that he has a really nice voice. But he wouldn't get on the bus. Or rather, he'd get ON the bus, but when they tried to buckle his seatbelt, he freaked out and started hitting his assistant and then even Josh. After he got off and got inside he was still very upset - no school! no bus! He was crying and throwing himself down. We called his teacher and she said if we could get him to school they could help get him into the concert. He wanted to go in the car, but not to school - he wanted to go to the park.
So yeah, I lied. I didn't exactly lie. I just said let's get in the car and didn't say where we were going, which isn't exactly the same as lying. He knew where we were going once we passed the park and was not one bit happy about it. I had Jesse with us too. We stood in the parking lot and he slapped me when I took his seatbelt off, then threw a fit in the car, but Jesse and I just stood and waited and I kept saying he could do this. Seeing we weren't giving up, he got out of the car and walked to the door. When he saw his para (who is this cute 20-something skinny thing with long dark hair and henna tattoos on her feet, which I could see since she was only wearing flip flops) he freaked out again but eventually went inside and sat on the bench in the lobby. His para let him play knock knock jokes on her phone while his teacher made him a schedule that just said "assembly" and "home". As the 5th grade band was finishing up (after about 25 minutes in the lobby), he got up and went in and took his seat beside the stage.
He sang all the songs and wore the props and did the hand moves but wouldn't stand up like everyone else. Afterwards his teachers told me usually he did everything, including the standing and dancing. But I could tell he was singing all the words, so that was nice. I took him home afterwards.
We took away the computer Thursday and told him he couldn't have it until he rode the bus. We kept saying "bus, seatbelt, computer". I told his teacher and she made him a schedule that said that and agreed he could have computer at school first thing. Friday morning he rode the bus, with seatbelt, no problem, and had a fine day at school. But he wouldn't come home, and Josh had to go pick him up. Ack! We have no idea what is going on. We assumed he got pinched by the seatbelt somehow, but on again off again rebellions? I think this week his teacher is going to ride the bus with him and see what's up - else we might have to. Something is bothering him, but what?? Since he didn't ride the bus Friday, we've spent the weekend hiding the computer. And he is one good seeker! The new mantra is "bus, seatbelt, school, bus, seatbelt, home, computer". Don't know if it'll work... cross your fingers!
I finished scanning all grammy's pictures in and got 975 of them put into a shutterfly book this weekend. Took a looooong time, but I think it turned out great - can't wait to see it!
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