cody's gem of the week:
it's not important what car you have, it's important that you eat salad.
Monday, September 17, 2007
Thursday, May 3, 2007
sharing a dream
it was last night at bedtime.
"mom, do you know how we share a dream?" cody asked.
"nope"
"you hug me really tight and we fall asleep together, and then we'll be in the same dream."
wow.
"mom, do you know how we share a dream?" cody asked.
"nope"
"you hug me really tight and we fall asleep together, and then we'll be in the same dream."
wow.
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
reincarnation and favorite colors
this morning's cody-gem: "when i am a baby again, i want my name to be yody, because noone knows cyan."
and i think he's got such great logic.....and then i realize that i am SO in his world, and that if he said this in kindergarten, for instance, they would have NO idea what he was talking about, and they would just think he's weird. and then i realize that i'm only PARTLY in his world, and that EVERYTHING he does makes sense somehow and that half the time i DON'T know why he does what he does.
so anyway, in cody-code, the above means that his favorite color is yellow, and therefore he wants a name that starts with Y. cody starts with C, and the colors that start with C are cyan and cobalt, but noone in the kindergarten knows those colors. So when he is reincarnated, and comes back to earth as a new baby, he wants his name to be YODY instead of cody.
makes perfect sense, no?
and i think he's got such great logic.....and then i realize that i am SO in his world, and that if he said this in kindergarten, for instance, they would have NO idea what he was talking about, and they would just think he's weird. and then i realize that i'm only PARTLY in his world, and that EVERYTHING he does makes sense somehow and that half the time i DON'T know why he does what he does.
so anyway, in cody-code, the above means that his favorite color is yellow, and therefore he wants a name that starts with Y. cody starts with C, and the colors that start with C are cyan and cobalt, but noone in the kindergarten knows those colors. So when he is reincarnated, and comes back to earth as a new baby, he wants his name to be YODY instead of cody.
makes perfect sense, no?
Sunday, February 18, 2007
why did that doctor hit me with a hammer?
yesterday we went to the pediatric neurologist. we've been wanting to go for a long time (ok, cody hasn't wanted to go, but i have). my secret dream is that we will find out that there is something physically wrong with cody that can be fixed with a little tweak, and that forever after he will be "normal".
not that i'd want him to lose his charm or anything, i just want him to have an easier time of getting along with the world and it's rules.
anyway, the neurologist commented on the circumference of his head, on the fact that he has little breasts, suggested possible adhd, odd, pdd...... and told me that most kids could have held it together more successfully for the full hour of the appointment.
actually i thought cody had done a pretty good job, considering that we had waited for the doctor for 45 minutes, and he had actually cooperated and built the little block towers the doctor asked him to build, and answered the questions, like "how many fingers do you have" with great thought- "i lost one, it fell off." (cody decided, around the time that his tooth fell out, that his finger must have also fallen out, since there's a space between his index finger and his thumb.)
it was when the doctor hit him on the knee with a hammer that all hell broke loose.
"why did he hit me?"
i dunno, seems like a pretty normal reaction to me......i must be starting to live in cody's world.
(so we're off to do hearing tests, vision tests, eeg, sleep deprivation tests, cti...........)
not that i'd want him to lose his charm or anything, i just want him to have an easier time of getting along with the world and it's rules.
anyway, the neurologist commented on the circumference of his head, on the fact that he has little breasts, suggested possible adhd, odd, pdd...... and told me that most kids could have held it together more successfully for the full hour of the appointment.
actually i thought cody had done a pretty good job, considering that we had waited for the doctor for 45 minutes, and he had actually cooperated and built the little block towers the doctor asked him to build, and answered the questions, like "how many fingers do you have" with great thought- "i lost one, it fell off." (cody decided, around the time that his tooth fell out, that his finger must have also fallen out, since there's a space between his index finger and his thumb.)
it was when the doctor hit him on the knee with a hammer that all hell broke loose.
"why did he hit me?"
i dunno, seems like a pretty normal reaction to me......i must be starting to live in cody's world.
(so we're off to do hearing tests, vision tests, eeg, sleep deprivation tests, cti...........)
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
the great baking cookies race
baking cookies with cody is not anything like the dreamy visions i had of baking with my kids, before i had real live ones. it's more like a race, in which the finish line is unburnt cookies cooling on a plate. no, maybe more like a timed obstacle course.
2 seconds after i agree to the baking cookies thing, and..... he's off. and he's an unstoppable whirling dervish.
he's in the cabinets, pulling out pots and bowls and sifters. he's trying to eat the sugar, licking the spoon that he's using to mix the batter which has already dropped on the floor, pouring the milk straight into the batter without measuring it while i've turned my back for one second to write "buy more vanilla" on the refrigerator shopping list. he's feeding raw batter to the dog, deciding the cookies need jimmies (or sprinkles, depending on where you're from), climbing up to GET the jimmies, spilling them all over the kitchen floor, turning the light on and off on the oven, breaking the eggshells into teeny tiny pieces and ....
this has been great for my diet, since i get a lot of exercise running after cody all over the kitchen, and when it's all over i really don't want to eat any cookies.
2 seconds after i agree to the baking cookies thing, and..... he's off. and he's an unstoppable whirling dervish.
he's in the cabinets, pulling out pots and bowls and sifters. he's trying to eat the sugar, licking the spoon that he's using to mix the batter which has already dropped on the floor, pouring the milk straight into the batter without measuring it while i've turned my back for one second to write "buy more vanilla" on the refrigerator shopping list. he's feeding raw batter to the dog, deciding the cookies need jimmies (or sprinkles, depending on where you're from), climbing up to GET the jimmies, spilling them all over the kitchen floor, turning the light on and off on the oven, breaking the eggshells into teeny tiny pieces and ....
this has been great for my diet, since i get a lot of exercise running after cody all over the kitchen, and when it's all over i really don't want to eat any cookies.
Monday, February 12, 2007
rorschach inkblots and where you can stick 'em
yesterday we did the rorschach inkblot tests!!! who knew those things were still being used.? seems a little bit voodoo to me. cody took one look at it, had no idea what this guy wanted from him, and decided to write the alphabet instead. backwards. starting with Z, ending with A, in perfect order. that'll show this guy who's in charge here.
Saturday, February 10, 2007
it's a one way street, because i said so
i never really expect the world to go according to my plan. that's one of the differences between cody and me. he totally does.
today he decided that our street should be a one way street. so he had me help him make a wood sign and pound it into the grass, next to the road. then he took a magic marker and wrote
ONE WAY
on it. actually, i think he wrote YAW ENO
anyway, then he sat on a rock and waited for cars to come. the first couple came the way he wanted......
and then one came...... THE WRONG WAY.
he was devastated.
his thinking just blows me away.
today he decided that our street should be a one way street. so he had me help him make a wood sign and pound it into the grass, next to the road. then he took a magic marker and wrote
ONE WAY
on it. actually, i think he wrote YAW ENO
anyway, then he sat on a rock and waited for cars to come. the first couple came the way he wanted......
and then one came...... THE WRONG WAY.
he was devastated.
his thinking just blows me away.
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