This little man is so much fun.
He loves friends. He's quite comfortable around his favorites and (most of the time) shares great with all of them. And lately, he's started playing more with random kids at the park. I love it.
He has come so far in school in the few short weeks we've been going (when we can). He's answering questions, raising his hand, sitting criss-cross applesauce, and doesn't even ask to come sit by me any more. We walk in, he plops on the the carpet, listens and responds great for an entire half hour, and then eagerly brings a project back to work on with me. I love it.
The only thing we need to work on: being the center of attention. This poor boy bites his lip and freezes stone still. The other day the class was taking turns pretend jump-roping. Each child went to the front and jumped up and down while Miss Claudia and a parent swung a pretend rope. Everyone loved it. Except Mac. His turn came, he tiptoed to the front, and then just stood there, looking down. "Jump, Mac, jump!" everyone said, but he would not move. After a few seconds, they let him off the hook. He walked back me, head down, and said, "Mom, can we just do the numbers now?"
Besides numbers, he still loves Avengers. I love them too ... they're eeking out some pretending from his little mind! It gets me giddy every time. Besides being "Mac Trout" or "Macky Pujols", he will now be "Mac America".
Yesterday, I took him to the park. And do you know what he did for the first time ever?? He grabbed those giant play steering wheels and drove us somewhere! It was to Zack and Ashlee's house, and with my additions, we out-drove Lightning McQueen, outran a grumpy Incredible Hulk, nearly got swiped by a low-flying airplane, and slowed down to pick up Belen.
MacAlister always had a real love for bikes.
That love has lately increased. So much so, that Dad just couldn't take it any more and bought him a new big boy bike.
He loves it.
Thinking, of course, that my son is a genius, I took him on a little trail near our house with some friends. This trail happens to have a few small hills. With ditches in several places. He would be fine, right? Sigh. Turns out we don't quite have the breaks down yet. That boy went careening down the first little hill we came to and toppled head-over-heels into a ditch. He attempted riding one more time, but a random sharp turn sent him sprawling again, and after that he decided he would much rather walk his bike.
It has taken some doing to convince him to get back on.
Enter: Grandma. Turns out, all we needed was someone to impress.
We are back in the saddle, baby.
I love love love this boy. He is smart. He is sweet. He is polite. He is fun, he loves people (still getting used to kids his own age ... they often are more of a threat than a friend) and he loves animals. He loves getting "big pecs" -- our latest ploy to get him to eat -- and flipping coins for prayers and bites of food. He loves being told Jesus stories and has lately renewed some serious interest in books. He loves Wii games, Wild Kratts and anything on PBS, and lately prefers Imagination Movers of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. He is obsessed with the movie "Brave" and is currently saving up monies for a hard-core bow and arrow just like Merida's.
And most recently, he loves loves loves "Peter Pan". We are all hooked on it.
I love this boy, I feel like he is everything a little boy should be. Snakes, snails, puppy dog tails ... with a twist of sugar.
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