Breakfast club

Allow me to describe a typical morning with Theo as he sits on the bed behind me in my office with his spongebob back pack on, his hot wheels box, Holly’s tennis racket and his clip on tie in his hand.  I stop to tell him not to stem with the tie and reach for it, so he hides it behind the hot wheels box.  If only I could stimulate my endorphins that easily.  Talk about a new religion.  I’d be doing seminars like a channeling guru on steroids.

Back to the subject, not that there is a typical, but there is a routine – sometimes.  We’ll start here; Theo comes up stairs with his small plastic chair and Holly’s tennis racket.  I have his breakfast ready on the table.  He places everything he is carrying just so and sits down but begins by rearranging the banana on the napkin.  The napkin most be unfolded once, then the banana goes on it (I should remember!).

Once he consumes his cereal he moves to his bedroom and reappears in the kitchen with before mentioned tennis racket (the chair was left abandoned), and now a flash light, hot wheels box (which pulls like luggage) and his back pack.

Of course, Theo goes out the front door, down the drive way, in the back door as I make my way down stairs too – just inside the house.  He then waddles over to Alex’s bedroom door and begins to knock.  I guess Alex thought it hopeless, so she gets up.

Of course, before all this, Theo and I were having our morning coffee at the table as I read a Psalm from Alter’s translation.  He has to have his coffee just so, but I have written about that.

Now I really should see what he is getting into . . . .  Stay tuned.

Second breakfast

Well the short refrigerator is clean. Theo has his routines. This morning he came in like a shot from the swing full of purpose. By the time I could get up stairs he had the eggs out – the boiled eggs. We have this breakfast routine; which doesn’t include boiled eggs. He will get the eggs and I oil the pan. He tilts the pan so the oil coats the complete bottom. I break an egg or two, he breaks the yoke, again and again – almost scrambled now. He reaches for the plate, I get it down. He gets the fork and spoon, I get the apple sauce. And so it goes, perfect team work – hand and glove. This morning he got out the gallon jug of juice and I poured it. Then I put the cap on and tapped on it for Theo to put it back in the refrigerator. It was a little heavy so I guess he swung it into short but wide ex-coffee shop refrigerator. I turned in time to see the gallon jug of tea hit and then tip over and begin to pour out. That’s how some things get cleaned.

Routine is King

Theo’s next routine, after planning his day with Spongebob, is to go downstairs in the laundry room and change clothes.  Now his taste can be outrageous – let’s just say teenagers dare not tread where Theo rules.  Then, once he dons appropriate colors, he exits the back door and eventually makes it to the front door – which is still locked.  This morning when I heard him knocking (which sounds like a horror movie), I opened the door to find him in matching black shorts and shirt – pulling a knee board.  It did rain last night.

Routine is King

Well it’s routine now. Every morning Theo suddenly realizes that it is time to assemble his council at the table. So there is a rush to roll my office chair down the hall, into the kitchen and up to the end of the table. Then Theo retrieves a chair for Spongebob and strategically places it at the other end of the table, where Spongebob is plopped down. Oh yes, the lamp – Theo grabs the lamp stand from the living room and places it next to Spongbob. Then I fry up eggs for the little man while he plans his day.