Brandon was reading to me tonight, and we came across a “KN” word. I asked him what the rule is when he sees a “KN”. He said, “The K is silent. Because the N gets strong. And makes the K weak.” Then I said, “Yes, it’s the silent K rule.” I’m not sure if he was taught that at school or if he made up his own rule, but at least he understands how to read it.
I spent the entire day with Brandon at the water park. We had two other kids. I was a little worried about having kids around water and being their chaperone, especially when 3 parents flaked last minute, leaving only 4 chaperones parents, with 3 teachers, for about 22 kids. It turned out to be quiet fun. I met another parent of Brandon’s classmates who also works at my work. We were surprised each other worked there, and we formally introduced ourselves and realized we’ve worked together with mutual patients, and recognized each other by name. I told her I know most people by name only, but have no idea what they look like, since most of our communication is by phone and/or online. We couldn’t chat long, since I was constantly looking for me three kids. Sure there were lifeguards there, but I came with three kids, and I wanted to come home with three kids. I had two boys and one little girl. She was teeny compared to the boys, and oh so different. With the boys, I had to remind them to keep their hands to themselves. With her, she’d come up to me and say, “Robyn, Vanessa and Kaitlyn won’t play with me.” It caught me off guard. I had heard, “Brandon’s mom (that’s what the boys call me), Brandon broke apart my blocks/hit my leg/fill in the blank.” I’m used to that. Because whatever Brandon usually does, the kids who complain end up playing with him in the next 2 minutes. But girl drama? Nah-uh. Is this what I have to look forward to with Peyton? Like Alexa, my preschool teacher friend, says, boys are way easier than girls. It’s easier to fix too much energy than deal with group dynamics and “feelings”.
Brandon totally zonked out on the bus ride back, as did I and the little girl in our group. The other little boy continued to talk, and I really thought he was talking to Brandon when I woke up and realized Brandon was sleeping, too. He was much more calm after taking his nap.
We met up with Peyton and Dave at Costco after Brandon and I showered up from our day. We also headed home together when he told me the following:
Brandon: Joshua says he has a lot of money. That he’s rich. What’s rich?
Me: Rich is having a lot of money. Money can’t buy happiness.
Brandon: But he was smiling.
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Yesterday, when I picked Brandon up, as we passed by the auditorium, “We had lunch in there today.” I asked him why. He said, “There was smoke in the hallway. We had a firedrill. There was LITERALLY (holding both hands up in the air) a FIRE. Can you believe it?” Funny that he says “literally” and it wasn’t the first time he’s used it, and appropriately so.
We were listening to the classical station on the way to Peyton’s school. A new song came on, and Peyton said, “PIANO!” She was correct. It was. I asked her if she wanted to learn. She said she did. Brandon said he didn’t want to learn piano or any other instrument. I told her she had to wait until she was 3. Brandon said, “Well, I’m 5, so I could learn.” I asked him again if he wanted to take lessons. He then declined. I’ll just wait until Peyton grows up a bit, then she can start. My mom said I was 4 when I started, but that means nothing, since I’m hardly a virtuoso.
My alarm was set for 7am this morning, since we didn’t have to be at Brandon’s school until 930am. Peyton came in at 5am, and I sent her back. She came back at 625am, which is her usual time to come in, so I picked her up and brought her up with me. She fell back to sleep. My alarm came on, but she didn’t wake up. I couldn’t turn it off, since she was lying on my arm. 10 minutes or so passed, and Brandon came in. He saw us asleep, but he squeezed my hand, like to see if I was alive. I didn’t move; I ignored him, and he left. He came back in 15 more minutes and squeezed my hand again. Still ignored. I could tell Peyton was waking up a bit by now, and she must have opened her eyes and he made her smile. At that point, I got up and wished him good morning. The alarm was still on, so I asked Brandon to turn it off. He said, “How do I turn it off?” Peyton knew, and tried to tell him, “This, this one right der. Right der. No that. That one. No.” Brandon was a bit more descriptive when he responded to her. “Peyton, this button right here? On the left?” Peyton said, “No. Over der. No. That.” Not very helpful. He finally found the correct button, and the white noise stopped (it’s half-tuned to a radio station). Peyton said, “Yes. Right der. Like that.” She was no help at all, but if given the radio, she would know right where to turn it off.