After two whole weeks with nothing but the usual primary and mom commitments, Junior Jazz started last night. It was fun and the parents are all really nice. I was so focused on the new players and learning their names that I barely noticed Weston was there. He said he had fun. I love that kid.
Tuesday night Wes was feeling sick, but he didn't have the word for it. Dramatically, he told me, "My brain feels really soft. I need something to harden it." Kirstin and were talking about how what he might need (for therapy, not brain-hardening) is to go through the dictionary A to Z and talk about each word and the situations in which you might use it. That would surely cover all the gaps I do not realize he has!
One more Weston story:
The other night he gave a distraught Garrett his special bunny (Weston had just found it after it had been missing for two months). After Garrett calmed down and fell asleep, I came into their room and the following ensued:
Weston: "I know I did a good thing for Garrett. You know how I know? I feel it right here, in my heart."
Hug.
Mom: "Yes you did."
Hug still going.
Weston: "I wish Caden was as good as me."
We had a discussion about how everyone is good and has talents and sometimes we make poor choices that influence others, etc, etc, etc. It was hard to keep a straight face.