They played the historic Samurai game again, too.

Today we talked about the Vascular system. He wanted to know why his father takes pills. We talked about high blood pressure, veins, and then he was done. He got squeamish when he saw the pictures of the blood vessels online. They weren’t really that graphic, but they made him uncomfortable. I’m like this from the boy who gets excited at movie carnage LOL.

We are planning a trip to Chuck E. Cheese on Monday. I joined a field trip group in New Jersey and we are hoping to get to Longwood Gardens for the Christmas fanfare with them.

So we did a “big things boogie” tonight. Ten minutes, ten large things from his room to be given away or tossed. Another 10 minutes, 10 large things to put away. He is so happy with the progress he is seeing as he daily puts away things in his room, gets rid of things that he really doesn’t want anymore, and generally has control over what is going on in “his space” of the house.

At first, he was just like “whoohoo! a game! ten things! got it!” and ran back with a few toys I know he plays with on a regular basis. He still had time left, so he ran back and replaced the 3 things that he actually did want with things that he no longer wants or needs. After that, we decided where each thing would go (donate, pass down, trash). Three things are going to his cousin on the way, a few things were trash, and there was really nothing else to do with the stuff. He was so excited that he wants to play the game every day.

We were already working on his room zones. First day, it was behind his door and what he could see from my seat in the living room in his doorway. Second day, under the desk and the doorway. Third day, all the things on the floor that you can’t see from my seat…and we will continue on.

I realize he is like me in that he sees a lot of things and gets overwhelmed really quickly. Now that I am learning to break it down for myself, it’s easier for me to help him break it down.

This child of mine decided, after SO many times of warning him NOT to go near the door when someone knocks, that he should answer the door this morning. His father and I were still dozing and didn’t hear him leave his room. We did hear the knock on the door, but thought it was next door. Next thing I know, my son is coming in to report that he just opened the door for this guy with a basketball shirt on who was asking for his father!

Our first reaction of course was WHY??? He replies with “but he didn’t steal me!”… because, of course, that was part of our reasons for him to stay away from the door. Now, I don’t know which guy came to see my husband. My son didn’t relock the door, but left it open enough that anyone could have come in. The guy was no longer anywhere near the house so I couldn’t see him as he was leaving. I am just nonplussed. I am so angry and … well… at a loss.

What type of punishment would you inflict on this child? So far, he still has no video games and he is sitting in the corner. He still does not get what the big deal is about him opening the door to people, especially since (as he says) he asked “who is it?” before answering!! ACK!!! Now I am paranoid. I might end up sleeping on the couch just to make sure that I know where he is at all times.

Yesterday, we got a hands on, up close and personal look at Native American Indian culture. It was the POWWOW!!! We had a blast, got to chat it up with our cousins, and watch some awesome dancing. I adore the dance competitions, although Taz was unnerved by the massive costuming.

… *insert migraine* …

What better way to tell someone than to show them? So our field trip for the day will be he and I going into our local municipality to vote for Senate and whatnot. It will give him a sense of how things work, and make it so that I will already know the system when the “big vote” comes up in the fall.

The baby bottle program is designed to donate money to babies that would otherwise die without it. There is a whole ministry that gives out these little bottles so you can fill them with change, paper money, or a check to give to the Pregnancy Support Center ministry.

Well, since my son had a dollar for it, and I told him why they were giving out bottles, he decided he wanted to give for the cause. He even showed the bottle to his father and said “This is to save a baby’s life!”

On Saturday morning, we went over to visit his grandparents and on the way out they gave him some money. Three one dollar bills to give to Royal Rangers on Wednesdays, and a five dollar bill for himself.

Yesterday, I asked him to get his wallet and give one of the dollar bills to put in the baby bottle. He took out his money, unwrapped the 5 dollar bill and gave it to me. I said “are you sure you want to put this in the bottle, and not a one dollar bill?”. He replies that he is sure, because he is 5 years old and the money is 5 dollars. Confused, I put the money in and thought I would ask him to clarify later.

Later came, and I asked him again “Are you sure you want to put the 5 dollar bill in the bottle?”

This was his reply:

“Yes. I’m giving 5 dollars because I want the baby to be 5 years old like me.”

this story transpired even before he gave his heart to God last night

Just the other day he was shunned by children in the neighborhood. He was being called black instead of by his name. They didn’t want him to play with them. The black children pushed him away from the game because the other kids didn’t want to play with him. One of the black children will play with my son any other time, but not that day with that group of children.

My son was heartbroken and I was beyond livid. His own good friend hurt him deeply by not wanting him to play. His cousin had to tell him to stop being ignorant and let my son play. The other black boy got told by me to leave him alone.

The Mexican children, though, got away with saying what they said. They didn’t get outright ignorant with my son, but I heard what they said. They never called him or the other boys by name, only called them black. My son, they called black, because I am “black”. They wouldn’t even talk to him. He was in their faces and they just completely ignored him like he was wind blowing past…they do it every time. My son always stands up for himself, but they still act like he never was even standing there.

I saw red that day. I am so tired of my son being discriminated against for being mixed. Never did I imagine that he would deal with these issues…especially from another minority. That was MY life, I didn’t want it to be his.

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