Wednesday, January 27, 2010

maybe there’s something to all those harry potter comments we keep getting…

Yesterday we were at an appointment with Grant and they had a whiteboard out for kids to draw on.  I didn’t realize Grant had never drawn on one before and he had completely filled the board up with what he calls “train tracks” or “roller coasters” (a load of scribbles).  The doctor then asked Grant if he could draw a square and “I Can’t Grant” paid a visit and somewhere in between exclaiming “I can’t” his fingers swiped over his drawings and erased them.  Grant looked at the board and then his fingers with no real reside and got completely wide eyed and yelled “MY FINGERS ARE MAGIC!!!!!” and from then on couldn’t understand why were weren’t jumping up and down and praising his magic skillz instead of asking him to draw a stupid square.  I wish he’d use those magic fingers to clean up his room. 

-misty

Monday, January 25, 2010

a rose by any other name…

So lately I've been talking to Grant about not trying hard enough at things and giving up before he’d tried.  I told him that when he did that I'd be calling him "I Can't Grant" or "Grant I Can't" to remind him to try.  Today he gave up on something without trying and I said “Do we need to start calling you "I Can't Grant" ?”  without missing a beat he said “No, probably “Sometimes I Can’t Grant”. 

-misty

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

tech "toys" have arrived & my weird kid...

So we finally gave in and gave Grant his own computer. I realized after catching him "makin straight" all my desktop icons that we would be safer just getting him his own computer he could browse pbskids.org and a couple other kid's sites that he likes. It's incredible how proficient he is on it though. He can navigate through pages without being able to read, knows how to back out if he gets to a page that he's unfamiliar with and all sorts of other trouble.

Over Christmas Grant also was shown the way of the Wii, Xbox, and Nintendo DS. Since then it's been "bye-bye educational leapster games and hello fun" for him. He's only JUST stopped asking to play my Nintendo every day. I was actually pretty amazed in watching him play my Nintendo DS on the plane on the flight back. Again, watching him just intuitively know how to navigate around a little game was really surprising. The only time he'd get stuck was when text would come up on the screen telling him what to do. So a couple of weekends ago Peter was walking around Costco with Grant and Grant asked him if we could get "Super Mario for 4 players for the Wii" and Peter somehow told him we'd hook up an old Super Nintendo System we had lying around in the garage. In Grant's head this meant we were getting "Super Mario for 4 players for the Wii" AND that he was going to get to have it in his room. How Peter didn't make that more clear I have no idea. The next week I had to keep telling him it WASN'T a Wii and it CERTAINLY wasn't going to set up in his room so he could play it "every, every day, all day". Thanks Pete! Fast forward to getting the SNES set up and finding we actually DIDN'T have Super Mario Bros. So we ended up finding some trial Lego Batman game on Xbox live. He's been playing around with that in the evenings.

These two new developments have Henry all crazy jealous and wanting to partipate. We took one of the batteries out of an xbox controller and handed it to him so he could feel like he was playing. This did not fool him in ANY way. He first noticed that his light on the controller didn't work and then spent the next 15 minutes really trying to be clear on what it was he wanted. He pointed to the back panel where the batteries go and when Peter could finally play dumb no longer and opened it he tried pointing to the empty space, then the actual battery, then the empty space, then turning it over to where the light is. All explained with his little Henry words. A person who had never spoken English would have understood what he was talking about - he was getting REALLY annoyed with our ignorance.

This is totally unrelated but Peter really wanted me to post it because it was classic Grant and just so weird. We were coming home from the gym tonight and Grant saw a dog and then said something about Hank. Hank is the new puppy that my brother's family got over Christmas. He's a bassett hound. Super cute. So I asked Grant what he'd said and he told me "I was talking to Hank over Christmas.. we was talkin and he told me the thought he wanted a Snuggie.. but i thought he would maybe poop in it". ! uh.. ok Grant. So then I asked if Bubba (the older dog) had said anything to him and said "Nooo" in a way that suggested I was an idiot for assuming a dog could talk. My kids are so weird.