I’ve got all sorts of Charles goodness.
Charles has been a bit of a clutchy boy lately. He definitely missed Mom while she was gone, asking about her repeatedly. (He even asked about Alice a couple of times) After she got back he was physically much more friendly than previously and mentioned that he didn’t want to Mom to go to work and leave him. Even Dad would do in the pinch. One day when I dropped him off at daycare he clung to my legs saying “I want to touch you” when I tried to send him over to hang up his coat. He’s getting back to normal now, although I wonder how he’ll handy Mom having two more long trips this spring.
Charles continues to enjoy his scotch tape. Mom broke down and bought him a little plastic wheel barrow which has been his constant companion for the last couple of days. One of his projects with it was putting scotch tape across the top in separate strips. I’m not clear on what purpose this served but Charles did do a nice job of evenly spacing the strips. Charles also used a long piece of scotch tape to section off part of the media room so that he could clean the floor there (we didn’t get to the actual floor cleaning effort due to Mom insisting on eating supper instead).
Charles also made a new door for his metal school bus, the one that got the sun roof a few days ago. Charles cut out a little (mostly) rectangular piece of paper and drew a rectangle with crossed lines to look like the original door and attached it on one side with scotch tape.
Charles has also been doing construction with some magnetic toys.
Corwin prevented me from working one day by insisting I rebuild a magnetic sculpture I’d made last year which consisted of an outer framework and a hanging bit inside. I couldn’t remember how I had done it, so instead I built a hexagonal tower with a hanging tetrahedron. Charles quite liked it and built this addition to it:
This is Charles’ “hose pipe”. It comes up from the top of the tower and then spreads out, delivering water across the width of the table and beyond. It is, sadly, destroyed by a rampaging Alice, which was a traumatic experience for Charles.
Charles has also acquired a number of utterances that we can’t figure out at all. One of his favorites these days is “pour yourself a sugar!”. This is a common response of his to any verbal repartee, such as “how was your day, Charles?”. He repeats it over and over to put up a solid wall of chatter that crushes his conversational competitors. Another rising favorite is “You be a you buy”, which astoundingly makes even less sense.