Tuesday, April 29, 2008
oh, isaiah.
his first year of school is almost gone. he recognizes all his letters (his still learning lower case) and numbers and spells everything he can. everytime he sees an I it's "hey that's an I! that starts with my name!!" everytime he sees an N it's "hey that's how you spell noah! N-O-A-H." By the way, apparently noah is now isaiah's brother. so cute.
he gets extremely frustrated (or "fusterated") when...
...he asks "mom, am i four?" and i say, no. not until august. he wants to be four years old so badly.
...he can't sleep in the car. "i can't sleep because my eyes keep opening!"
...he realizes that he's not as tall as the other kids.
isaiah is not teeny tiny for his age, but he is on the smaller side of average. his best friends are the biggest kids in class, so i'm sure that has a lot to do with it. what worries me is that he'll have a complete meltdown because he's "not as tall" and can't reach things that his friends can reach...i just don't want him to have a complex about his size when he really shouldn't. he cried twice last week over it. i spent an entire car ride home reassuring him that being tall doesn't matter ("yes it does matter, mama!") and that we all love him just as he is. i'm not sure if it helped.
he's pretty transparent. when he's happy and excited, you know it. when he's sad or upset, you know it. pure, honest emotion. i appreciate that. one day we will be able to throw "rational" into that mix, but for now we'll have to deal with the irrational. (i do love how sweet he is, though!)
his first year of school is almost gone. he recognizes all his letters (his still learning lower case) and numbers and spells everything he can. everytime he sees an I it's "hey that's an I! that starts with my name!!" everytime he sees an N it's "hey that's how you spell noah! N-O-A-H." By the way, apparently noah is now isaiah's brother. so cute.
he gets extremely frustrated (or "fusterated") when...
...he asks "mom, am i four?" and i say, no. not until august. he wants to be four years old so badly.
...he can't sleep in the car. "i can't sleep because my eyes keep opening!"
...he realizes that he's not as tall as the other kids.
isaiah is not teeny tiny for his age, but he is on the smaller side of average. his best friends are the biggest kids in class, so i'm sure that has a lot to do with it. what worries me is that he'll have a complete meltdown because he's "not as tall" and can't reach things that his friends can reach...i just don't want him to have a complex about his size when he really shouldn't. he cried twice last week over it. i spent an entire car ride home reassuring him that being tall doesn't matter ("yes it does matter, mama!") and that we all love him just as he is. i'm not sure if it helped.
he's pretty transparent. when he's happy and excited, you know it. when he's sad or upset, you know it. pure, honest emotion. i appreciate that. one day we will be able to throw "rational" into that mix, but for now we'll have to deal with the irrational. (i do love how sweet he is, though!)
