You're now about 3/4 of the way through Kindergarten. It's amazing to see how much you've grown and how eagerly you've embraced school. One of my favorite parts of my day is coming home and thumbing through your folder with all of your school work. This gem from St. Patrick's day really cracked me up...
You are smurt buddy. Smart too. Mama and I both chuckled when we read your report card. In case the picture is too small, it basically says you're brilliant (I might be slightly exaggerating, but I'm sure that's what your teacher meant). It was the one area to work on that I've highlighted in red that really made us laugh: "One area that he continues to work on is controlling his impulse to speak whenever he wants." I have absolutely zero difficulty picturing you in this regard. You have so many words in your head they're always rushing to get out all the time. Big words, complicated thoughts, detailed descriptions... it all comes pouring out of you at an uncontrollable pace.
One area where you're especially descriptive and imaginative is recapping our "dream dates." You pick where we go and the next morning we talk about our adventures. The other night, you wanted to go "into the TV and into the Minecraft world." The next morning, you told me all about the places we visited, the buildings we blew up with TNT, going all the way to the edge of the world to see the ocean, seeing Mama working at the Minecraft hospital and going up to the window and making her laugh and spying on her. I could listen to you describe our dream dates for hours. We've been to Saturn, a space jungle, the beach, Africa... I love when I get to say things like, "remember when we turned the corner and saw the big jungle snake...?" and you just take it and run with it. I love how excited you get and the words get all caught up in your mouth because your brain is going 100x times than you can speak.
One new word we may have taught you this month is "shart." I know, I know - we're terrible people. Here's the backstory - we got an email from your teacher saying that you had a bathroom accident, dirty clothes were coming home in your backpack, and that we needed to send in an extra set of clothes. I immediately wrote back "Context?? Mason hasn't had an accident in years. Was it in front of people?" And in the following 20 or so minutes that it took your teacher to respond, I died a thousand deaths thinking of the humiliation you must have experienced from peeing or pooping yourself on the playground or in gym or something. Then the response came: "I don't know. He was in the bathroom by himself when it happened. He wasn't running to the bathroom or anything, and he didn't seem upset or anything by it." This put my mind at ease. I texted Mama, "He probably just took a huge poop and didn't wipe himself well enough so they had to change his pants." I wasn't exactly right. When you got home from school, Mama asked what happened and you said, very nonchalantly, "Oh, I thought it was going to be a bubble but when I pushed, poop came out." So yeah, buddy, you had your first (and hopefully last) experience of gambling on a fart and losing. Congrats, my son.
In slightly more serious news, you gave us a bit of a scare this month. You complained of a headache and double vision. We took you to the primary and you passed your eye test correctly identifying each letter but saying "I see two E's but they're touching and I know there's only 1", so we made an appointment with a pediatric eye doctor who came highly recommended and his diagnosis was basically that you're faking it. More accurately, he explained that kids can't actually have double vision - that there's something with brain development that actually stops the signal from getting from your eye to your brain and that kids sometimes describe blurriness as double vision, but that you didn't seem to have any blurriness. He also suggested that right around this age, kids learn that they can purposefully make themselves go cross-eyed and start experimenting with it. Mama and I aren't 100% convinced because you were so consistent and detailed in your description, but you did say "sometimes I can control it and... sometimes I can't," so we're a in a "wait and see" place right now. I thought for sure we were going to be leaving the Dr's office with new glasses, as if you could get any cuter.
I love you buddy. You and the girls are our everything.