So, I'd wanted to do something for Constitution Day today, but what do you do with a 1 year old? Especially since I didn't remember until the last minute. That's something that should have been in my planner. I'm going to have to put it in there so that I can plan it a little bit next week.
Right. So, we tried reading several times today, but we didn't actually make it through the books, but we tried Green Eggs and Ham and Three Little Javelinas.I actually can't remember the last time that we got all the way through a book. I suppose that it's still good to try, so we keep on trying.
We also played with his abacus today. He likes to spin the beads on the wires. And step on it. Stomping is always a fun activity, particularly when you can reach the object with feet not hands. He got in trouble the other day with the cat when he stomped her tail. Poor kitty. Poor boy. But today I showed him again 1 - 2 - 3. Move to the next wire. 1 - 2 - 3. Move to the next wire. 1 - 2 - 3. Wap. Spin. Move a single bead. Something seems to be working here!
And, of course, we played the piano. Mostly he did. I've got to make time to practice myself again if I want to play in the recital next week. I'm close, but I've still got a lot to go: the song's not memorized yet, and it's still got some rough spots. Like, the last 2 pages. But my piano kids are doing well. Now that we moved the recital back because several of the bigger kids did a rotten job of practicing this summer, looks like most or all of them are going to pull off performing pretty well. I'm a little frustrated, but dealing well. I think we're going to do something a bit more low-key around Christmas time: been discussing possibly going to a nursing home with one of my piano Moms, and next time if they're not ready they're just not going to play. It'll be good for them, I think, to miss out. But to do that sort of consequence this time I would have had to cancel the whole thing, which would not have been fair to the little kids.
Wish us well tonight: the past several have been just fine, until about 3-4AM, and then he wakes up and just screams. Well, really he falls asleep, but he's got radar or something, and can tell when I try to leave the room, so then he cries again. A lot. So I put him back to sleep. And then I try to leave. Not so much in the sleeping department going on here! (Ask me why I'm blogging right now, rather than sleeping. I really couldn't tell you.)