Have a Happy Weekend!

When my son was three, I got a call from the school asking Husbandrinka and me to come in for a meeting about him. I wanted to know what about him. They said that they would explain once we had the meeting. I said that I needed more information, and they finally told me: They were concerned about the way his body was in space.

Huh.

I wasn't familiar with terms like that, so I asked if he'd been levitating because I can see how that could be alarming to people who are especially fond of gravity.

Turns out there was some concern that our son had sensory issues.

Ten million specialists later, it turned out that he didn't have sensory issues, but he was, you know, a three year old boy.

But he always had drawing issues.

All his figures are stick. All his drawings were of the "Hmm, why don't tell mommy what you see here, pumpkin!" variety.

I was totally ok with it, because, what, Van Gogh had such a happy life?

But recently he started drawing things that I love. (Ok, so I loved the stick figures too, even though they reminded me of bathroom signs).

And I display them with pride.

Super blog shout out to the first person who identifies that creature correctly, by the way.

Have a great weekend!
See you Monday.