The only thing that Luke loves more than school is Mickey Mouse. Normally, we have time for one episode before school, but there were a few days that getting ready quickly wasn't his cup of tea. After flying out the door to catch the bus while drying up his tears, I told Luke he just needed to get up earlier. He listened.
Monday @ 5:45 am; I'm resting peacefully in bed and suddenly a little forehead is pressed against mine. "Hi momma. Mickey??" Sure...it's only a little early.
Tuesday @ 5:12 am; I'm unconscious to the world when I get smacked in the face with a remote. "Help! Mickey!!!" Um, no. This crossed the line. Nice job waking up earlier like I said, but no.
Rewind to Luke's first IEP meeting last week.....
Luke's teacher: "Luke is such a sweetheart and he is doing great in class. He plays well with his friends, he participates in circle time, and he is showing improvement on some of his skills. But, he does need to work on listening. Sometimes he tends to only focus on what interests him."
Pause for my reaction. None provided.
"Are you concerned that he prefers to focus on his interests?"
"He is three. Isn't that what he should be doing???"
The rest of the meeting proceeded as anticipated. No, he can't count to twenty, doesn't understand prepositions, and can't draw a cross or x without help. I have days like that, too. What he is doing is we're at 95% potty trained (woot woot!!!), he's listening to directions, and he's starting to identify letters on his own!
Grandma Malone sent him a little Valentine's card with money for a treat so we talked about buying something and just he and I went to the store. You'll never guess what he picked out......a Mickey Mouse t-shirt and a bag of tortilla chips!!! See, preferences really are a good thing! He was so cute paying for his purchases. Everyone in line behind him cheered when he paid, and he cheered even louder when the lady took his paper money and gave him back a nickel and a penny. BONUS!!!
Today @ 4:02 am: AAAHHHHH!!!! My warm nest of blankets suddenly flung off the bed and a little midget tugged my arm. "Mickey. Yes. Help!"
Ok, so he focuses a little too well on what he likes. Maybe his teacher was right.....
