John came in and said, "Jet, you have to show Mommy and Granny something."
Jet looked at him.
"Which is your left foot?"
Jet didn't even think about it, he just raised his left foot!
"Now, which is your right hand?"
Jet immediately, unhesitantly, raised his right hand.
I burst out, "Wow, Jet! You're WAAAY better than me!"
He grinned at us, and all day, we've been asking him which is which and he answers right, every time, without having to even think about it.
I still can't do that.
I have to think about what "right" and "left" mean and then translate it to the direction and then say it and, if I'm under pressure, I get it wrong half the time (i.e. I pick the word randomly). And here's my three-year-old son, whom I didn't even really know if he knew what right and left meant, suddenly just does it. It's funny, because I can find my way anywhere and I have a great sense of direction with regards to where I'm going to; but if you ask me right from left, north from south, or east from west, I have real trouble coming up with which is which. John, when asked, will, without thinking, just point and have it right most of the time.
The amazing thing, though, is that John mentioned that the zipper on the pajamas went to Jet's left foot when they took it off. Then a few minutes later, John asked him which was his left foot, and Jet stuck it out. Then, to see if it was just luck, John asked Jet for his right hand, and Jet stuck that out, flooring John. We don't think we've emphasized right from left for a very long time, so either his pre-school has been teaching that or he's so fast a learner he's scary even for us...
We had a great morning, and went to the Boulder Farmer's Market, wandered up and down and I bought stuff until I had no cash in my wallet any more, and then we walked around Boulder for a while. We went into a t-shirt shop that only does t-shirts with sayings on them, many of them pithy enough for me go to Yeah! Like Einstein saying "Creativity is learning how to hide your sources." or "Youth? What about a fountain of smart?" John, with encouragement from me, got a shirt that said, "Sometimes I wake up grumpy in the morning, but I usually just let her sleep in." I giggled so hard. I thought about what kind of shirt I'd actually wear... which did NOT include "Tact is for those who lack a sense of sarcasm". I finally settled on "A Mind Is Not A Vessel To Be Filled, It Is A Fire To Be Kindled" I think it's Plutarch, but I don't have the shirt on me at the moment.
Jet wanted a series of toys in the store. He started with a back-winding Beetle, then a push plane, then another toy caught his eye... and I told him, "Jet. You can only get one thing if you're going to get anything. You have to put back each thing when you decide on something else." He thought about it for a while, and I explained it again, and then he handed me the Beetle, "I want to put this back." So we went back to the little box filled with cars and he put it back, "It's parked off the grass, now." he said, with satisfaction, and held the plane for a while before he found boxes of science exploration "toys". I blinked mildly at them when he called my attention to them. "There's one that explains forces, one for bubbles, one for gravity (or how things fall), and one for exploring stars. Which do you want?" I was mildly dubious about the force one as well as the bubbles one and all of them said "For Age Six and Above." Hmmmm....
"I want the forces one!" Jet said.
"You'll give up the plane?" I asked.
"Sure!" and he trundled over to the table of planes and put his rather cool, transparently geared plane (which rotated the blade and wobbled the flaps when he pushed it) back on the table and picked up this box.
John was mildly dubious as well. "For six and up."
"But he gave up everything else for it, and most of those toys would just have been ignored after a day, anyway... this is..." shudder "educational!"
So Jet got his hearts desire of the moment.
We went home after that. We made a quick stop at a farm to get farmhouse raised chicken eggs, two bucks a dozen, I couldn't beat that price with any of the equivalent eggs. Besides, barnyard chickens get to eat bugs and stuff, the way they're built to do, not vegetarian diets. I wanted that and it was a short detour and Jet fell asleep soon after that.
The four of us had a great lunch at about 1, and talked about a lot of stuff.
By 2, I was dead in my chair, so I took a nap. I'd gotten up at 7:30 because at 7 John had gotten up and I hadn't been able to get back to sleep because my head was too full and I wasn't tired enough.
I did, however, nap. And nap HARD. Next thing I knew I heard a BANG and a little voice saying, "GOOD MORNING!"
It was Jet. It was an hour and a half since I'd laid down. Oh that was hard...
But I really needed to get up.
I found the boys putting together the forces toys, and Jet had already thrown the parachute up more times than they could count and found that it made a better carrying bag than flying toy. He learned, quite experimentally, that if the ramp is higher, the cars go faster, and if it's lower, it'll be slow. Jet actually predicted the speed of the car based on the angle of the ramp! I was impressed. John was patiently putting together a rather ricketty Newton's cradle (that frame with five balls suspended so that they'll hit each other, and pulling one back makes one bounce off the other end...). Jet was fascinated, but it was badly made, and he was impatient with it. This is why it's for six-year-olds. When we got home from our evening out, it looked more like a cat's cradle than a Newton's cradle.
John and I got ourselves together and headed south for a little time together before he has to leave, tomorrow. It was nice to have it to ourselves, too, no little guy, who was happily playing with Grandpa. We decided to try the Gordon Biersch, early, and if they could seat us, just take it, and if there was a wait we could do a few other things.
They let us in early. I like their food. It's well done, consistently at the high quality they advertise and charge for, and the beers are nice as well. I didn't come close to finishing mine, but felt no guilt leaving it. We had the crispy artichoke hearts with mayo and lots of great parmesian and lettuce bits. Then John had a gorgeously medium rare skirt steak, marinated in teriyaki and served with the garlic mashed and veggies. The steak was super flavorful, cut against the bias to keep it chewy but not stringy, and the rare center was so tender it was like butter. Yes, I had a small bite. I got the schnitzel, which I love, with the same garlic mashed and a good pile of beautifully braised red cabbage. Oh yum. The Schnitzel was crisp on the edges, beautifully seasoned, and perfect with the rough textured mashed and the sharp, tender but not mushy cabbage. Wow.
I saved half of my entree for another day and tried their apple bread pudding with cinnamon sticky bun sauce and a big blob of ice cream. The "lunch" size dessert I got was far more than I could eat. John got a banana split cheesecake, which he really liked as he loves bananas, and it was also the smaller lunch size, and I thought it was perfect.
And, for the whole dinner, we talked and talked and talked about my offsite for the last few days. It helped stabilize me immensely, as he had additional incidents to shore up my concepts. What was really funny was we were having a discussion about a certain definition, and some example of how he felt it should work came out of him, and I reflected it back at him and he said, "Wow! That's a great idea!"
"But it was your idea! You just said it." I said.
"Not the way you said it... I was just giving an example, you came up with something that was very clear..."
Which is so funny, as I thought I'd just said, verbatim, what he'd said to me. *giggles* Well, at least it'll be easy to hide my source.
Some of you may have noticed that the last few days disappeared. Even without the names, the entries kind of niggled my sense of confidentiality, at least so far as broadcasting it to the wide world. And John kind of confirmed that. I don't really want a co-worker, at any level in the organization, to really just go to my page and see that. Bletch. So they're locked to my friends here on lj, none of which work here. John will probably be getting his own account so that I can add him to my friends list.
We talked until the restaurant was full. Then we paid and took off for the Great Indoors, where we looked at dishwashers. The one in our kitchen is SO loud and so terrible at washing things that I had to just look, at least, and they had some Boshe ones there that even when they were on I couldn't really hear them! It was amazing. I had to touch the door and feel it vibrating to know that it was working. My. There were several models and all the new stuff about sensors that detect the amount of gunk in the water from washing in order for the machine to decide if it has to go through another cycle or not just amazed me, especially since the prices are pretty much the same as they were eight years ago. More capabilities, same price points. Amazing. Sometimes I love technology.
We didn't buy, but we did do research into prices, options, what was available through them. We'll go comparison shopping later.
Right across the parking lot was a wine store. Most of the liquor stores here don't really treat wine with much respect, so we thought we'd go in there and get a few things. I'm trying, really hard, to get the "glass a day" of something alcoholic into my daily routine and it's far easier with something I like than with something I don't. But, being me, I had to TRY a few things I'd never tried before. John got the tried and true Chateau Ste. Michelle Cabernet Sauvignon and a Merlot. I experimented with a Cabernet Blanc, also from the Northwest, and a Shiraz mixed with Cabernet Sauvignon from Australia, the last was pretty cheap, but I just wanted to taste it.
A mild wine adventure. The guy behind the counter really liked John's picks and called my Sav Blanc "righteous". Hee. I'd heard that, to experienced wine folks, a Sauvignon Blanc is the Bad Girl of the wine world, tattoos, piercings, stiletto heels, and a bad attitude. When I heard that description, I had to try it.
Home again, home again, and I knitted while George and Jet played with a big box of Legos from David, and then they played with Jet's marble structure. That was fun. They got a really complex system going, with some structural help from me, and then George figured out, exceedingly well, how to get it to be even better. How cool. Jet loved pouring streams of marbles down the slide and he had a blast with it. Yay! I'm so glad.
So it's been a very good day.
I should get to sleep again. When I first had to try to wake up from my nap, I felt like I could have just slept the day and the night through... so I may have some sleep catching up to do.