For the past few months, Huston has really loved coloring. This is quite a change for a boy who used to ask me in an annoyed voice, "Why do they just like me to color so much at Women in the Word?" Now he'll happily pick up colors and draw for long periods of time. He especially loves making "treasure maps" and rainbows, but he's also drawn guns and a few faces (with lots of teeth and freckles).
He's getting really good at building with legos also. I took this picture in his classroom at school before they went on a field trip a few weeks ago. I asked him one day what his favorite thing he did in school that day was, and he said nonchalantly, "Uh, playing with legos."
He likes to make guns with legos (of course) and houses with chimneys and shower curtains (like the movie Up!, which had shower curtains for sails to help it fly). It's fun to see his creations, but not so fun to step into his room. After he's made something, he insists on leaving it on the floor and won't clean it up because he might need it later. This is true, not just of legos, but in fact of all of his toys. He freaks out when I want to clean his room, "Oh, Mommy, don't move my Halo book! Not my Up house! Just don't clean up my Halo guns!" (the guns are actually sticks that he finds and brings inside because he thinks they look like guns).
He is such a quirky kid. On the field trip I just mentioned, the moms were trying to get a group picture of all the kids and Huston flipped out and ran out of the picture, straight to me, screaming. He had a similar reaction when he was supposed to get his soccer picture taken. The guy assured me, "I got one of him - you can't even tell he's crying." Well, let me assure you - You can definitely tell he's crying.
I know I mentioned in the last post that Huston loves flowers, but I don't think I conveyed how much he loves them. Every time we go for a walk, he runs over to our next door neighbor's house just to feel her flowers (she has a nice garden, unlike us). He points out petunias, pansies, roses, irises, buttercups, daffodils, and more by name. On our walks, he's always yelling, "Look at those purple irises! Look at those roses!" He LOVES them. One night when Melinda was babysitting, she had the brilliant idea to bring flowers to let the kids plant in our backyard. Huston was in HEAVEN.
Speaking of heaven, since Papaw passed away, Huston has been processing it all. One day he told me that his dinosaur Dinah's Papaw, Mom, and Mimi had all died and Dinah was feeling sad. He's also been really worried about where we're going to live in heaven. A couple of times he's gotten super worked up and cried that he doesn't want Jesus to come back and go to heaven, he just wants to live in our house when Jesus comes back. I've tried to explain that heaven is awesome and we don't need houses there, but he can't seem to understand that. He really wants us to keep living in our house.
Huston's been playing soccer this spring - but it hasn't been going that well. This smiling picture was taken before his first game, and before the soccer picture taking meltdown.
His smiles quickly faded when he saw all the parents yelling and clapping on the sidelines, and he has yet to step on the field during a game. We have just been focusing on getting him to stand on the sidelines without crying, and that's where we are now. During practices, he'll play and listen to his coaches, but not during the games. I must admit that I find every game experience extremely trying. I find myself getting frustrated with him. I don't even care if he plays in the game, but something in me just wants him to be "Normal" during those moments. And he's not like most other kids and most of the time I think that's wonderful and amazing. But sometimes it's not.
In addition to flowers, Huston is also really interested in cactus lately. I think cactus made an appearance on Sesame Street, and he's been a fan ever since. We see three big cactuses (I'm going to say that, instead of cacti, if that's okay with you) on our way to school, and it's always so exciting. One day he told me, "If Jesus touched a cactus after he made it, it would hurt him." I loved that. I love how, in his way and without really knowing it, he was acknowledging Jesus as God and Creator of the cactus, but also as man. He's so theologically advanced. Well, except for the heaven thing.
He still loves the planets and outer space. I can't remember if I've mentioned that on the blog yet. His favorite planet is Saturn and he can name and recognize all the planets, and tell you all kinds of things about them, like Jupiter's the biggest and has a red spot, and Mars is red, and Venus is the hottest, and Saturn has more than a thousand rings, and on and on. I love this fascination of his and quest for more knowledge about the things that interest him. It reminds me of his daddy.
And do I even need to mention that he loves Halo? It's his favorite thing and Clarke says he's been getting pretty good at it. He likes to smack talk the aliens (like Clarke does, of course), but he says the silliest things, like, "I'll show you the way to my house!" It's hilarious.
He spelled his name with dominoes today. I thought that was awesome. The end.
Love that sweet guy!
ReplyDeleteHis coloring is wayyy too good for his age!
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