My, my! A SIX year old

Trevor is 6 years and one month.  In his view, everything that happened before was when he was little-- just 5. He has big plans for the future and he talks about them regularly.  I love to hear them and rarely have the memory or tools to right them down in the moment. So, Since writing and other fine-motor skills are among his least favorite to practice it has to be fun and nestled in-between gluing and cutting and big-idea dreaming, I decided to do another lapbook with him.  This one is called All About Me.    Here are some of the things he told me this morning he wants to do when he grows up:1.Surf
2. Building and  fixing toys
3. Race
4. Win gold medals
5. Take Xray pictures
6.  Stay at home and not have to work
7. Have pillow fights (he know he can do this now, but he wants to be able to throw them as hard as Daddy can.)
8. Build C3PO and R2D2
9. Be a filmer for a movie... like Star Wars movies.

So, there are some old ones and some new ones.   He has already decided who he will marry, and told us that when he is grown up and he and his future wife will live close to her mom and her dad so that she can go visit her mom whenever she wants and so their kids can see their grandma and grandpa.  And I said, "What? Hey."  But, I can't stop that kind of sweetness.  I just reminded him that I would love to watch his kids, too.  He  said we could watch his kids while he and (FutureWife) go out on their own.  "Only as long as you don't give them too much sugar.  They can have anything they want, just not too much sugar." He warned us.  "If they want, they can have a cookie, but just 2 or ten.  Two  or  ten. "

All kinds of ideas roll around in that cute head constantly, and when he is finally still, at the end of the day and Joel is already asleep, the questions and wonderings finally spill out the mouth like this. "Mom.  I have a question.  How do planes fly?  How does electricity work?  What makes the light turn on?  I have too many questions and I can't stop thinking about them to go to sleep."  He often insists that he stayed up all night thinking.

Trevor has been reading things and is finally getting how to get around not knowing all the rules of spelling-- making an educated guess at words.  Not that I will skip the spelling rules, but it sure is a motivator to WANT to know something.  I am so excited for him.  He is 3/4's the way through the 1st grade Hooked on Phonics curriculum.  He is doing so well and he knows it.  This is a big victory for us. : )  He often gets so engrossed in the illustrations that he will go through each picture and imitate the faces of the person on each page.

I told Scott last week, "We JUST had Halloween and Christmas and birthdays. Seriously.  This is too much candy.  I never got this much candy when I was in school for Valentines Day!"  And then, continuing to unload some problems on this strong husband of mine I went straight into the problem of managing Trevor's wiggliness.  Somedays he could not sit still if his life DEPENDED on it.  And his mind is not far behind.  And then, BOOM!  Genius that should have hit us long long ago came and we decided to ban that silly candy.  Scott himself had to be put in a box in school so that he would focus on the teacher.  First he was in the back of the room isolated from the class, then moved to the front!  He said, "I think the sugar reduction and the box removal coincided if I can remember right."  Scott came up with the brilliant idea to exchange each piece of candy for a healthy snack.  I told Trevor, ".. Daddy and I have decided that candy is not good for you and it makes it hard for you to sit still."
"So I can't have any more candy for the rest of my life?"-- he asked, totally prepared to accept it with some sulking.
"Well no, but you can get cantaloupe in exchange for the candy.  Or another healthy fruit."
And instantly I found myself in the biggest, happiest hug that 42 pounder can give.  It was awesome.  And we have tossed lots of candy. 


Recent conversations with Trevor:
"Mom, I don't really like cheese.  Joel is the real fan. And so are mice. "
"How do you know mice like cheese?"
"Well, 'cause I've seen it lots of times in Tom and Jerry."

"Mom, I broke that pencil with my BARE hands.  Really.  That's how strong I am.  With my BARE hands."

I told him about a friend who had a son that was born with birth defects and he listened with compassion and Trevor replied, "In heaven there will be no more tears."