I gave birth to a dictator… more Lucas-isms.

L: mama! mama! mommy! mamie! mawmaw! mimi! mommmiiieee! (mind you I’m already looking at him)
M: aye! yes babe.
L: I want tuntisioner…
M: uhhh, can you aay that again?
L: (looking up & thinking) I want commituner
M: I’m sorry, baby. One more time because I don’t understand that last word…
L: mama. I am hot.
M: (quickly) Ohhhhhhhh! air conditioner! of course baby! but I need to buckle you in and start the car first or it won’t work.
L: hurry! it is hot …
M: yessir! lol

Hide and seek

As we walk in the door from an already long day….

LJ: Mami, lets play hide and seek! You be the count. I’m gonna hide behind the curtain….ready, set go!

We couldn’t stop laughing and all he kept saying is come on…come on… Count like this…one….two…ready, go!

That’s it. That’s all this post consists of because these are the little things that make all the big things worth the crazy headache. Especially his annual dreaded IEP meetings.

Ahh, God is good. Thankful and blessed! There are the rough days that can easily bring a parent down. I tell myself everyday,”this too shall pass….Lord give me strength.”

more lucas-ism’s of the day

LJ: I want to eat McDonald’s at my school and then play. How about we do that?

M: [in my mind] is that right now? but that was the original plan in the first place. Thanks to Great Grandma buying you lunch.

LJ: Where is she?

M: I dropped her off already because you have therapy here at school.

LJ: ok you bring her next time…

M: you got it, kid!

on he way to the beach…

LJ: Mama, (gasp!) What you doing? You said Ala is coming!!! (name changed to protect the beautiful princess)

M: She is but they have their own car and will meet us. Do you remember what color her car was? We can wait for them…

LJ: [loooong pause and by that time we had to go and look for the other car] Gasp!! OH! there they are, look the white car!

M: You’re right, are they going to the beach with us?

LJ: Yea and they can splash in the water and make sand castles because we might get sand in our eyes and mouth so we have to be careful …

M: Ya it’s a bit windy today but we should put our backs against the wind so it won’t go in our eyes.

LJ: Ya i don’t like that….

M: We all don’t like sand where it doesn’t belong.

[at home]

LJ: [keep in mind i was busy reading something and totally zoned out] a few moments later he comes up to me…you didn’t listen to me because i was talking to you and you didn’t listen to me so no snack, no chocolate, no milk, no dinner, no couch, no toys, no bath, you’re in time out.

M: [flabbergasted by 1) all that speech and 2) that I was just yelled at by a soon to be 5 yr old] were you talking to me? I didn’t hear you say my name or get my attention…

LJ: uhummm, i did and you didn’t listen so no milk or chocolate because you didn’t finish your dinner..

M: bub, i don’t think YOU finished your dinner..

LJ: oh…….(long pause) i want to take a bath because there is sand everywhere. Then he quickly turned to his Papa and said, “Papa you give me a bath because mama is in time out.”

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Letter from Lucas

Today after being sick for 2 weeks, LJ returned to school. It was a different morning from the usual. We had to pick up Papa and we both dropped LJ off at school, only I didn’t stay for circle time because I had to drop off Papa to work. I have been feeling under the weather so my mind gets cloudier than it is. 😉 His teacher called around 10 to let me know that he is having a rough day because it has been 2 weeks and then I didn’t stay for circle time. In order for his teacher to get him out from hiding and being upset (which was for majority of the morning) she wrote a letter that Lucas dictated.

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I am not mad even though it kind of hurts my feelings. I have to laugh about it. What else is there to do? Be mad? And then what? He doesn’t even know what he did and he was merely expressing his feelings. He can only do so when an amazing teacher like J understands her kids and knows exactly how he can get through to a hard headed, emotional, and strong willed being like LJ. He needs an avenue to express his feelings and if he doesn’t have that one individual that he can trust, he becomes a different kid. Thank you God for teachers like J.