Game-Playing Weekend

First, it was dominoes, by himself. "I'm trying to demonstrate a nuclear chain reaction, but I can't get these dominoes to work. I need different dominoes."

Then, he played Quoridor (a strategy game) with Andrew. He whipped Andrew several times. One time, he took pity on his big brother. They were each 1 step away from winning, and it was Cameron's turn. He said, "I'll just do this , and you can win." It was uncharacteristically empathetic of him - though I don't think Andrew was as amused as me.

Then, he played Battleship with Conor, but it ended in a fight.

Finally, he played Yahtzee with his dad. He's never played before. Michael asked him, "What is the highest number you could get with 5 dice?" A moment's pause, and Cameron says, "Well, 6 times 6 is 36, so let's see. . . 30! It would be 30!" Pretty quick math strategy. . .

A New Start

Cameron had a hard week last week. His behavior reports from school (he gets a DPR - daily progress report - each day) were all beyond poor. The DPR's didn't cover everything though; we had a call from the school each day about some sort of meltdown. (My heart sinks whenever I see that prefix on the caller id.) I was hoping this was just because of the disruption with Gabrian sick, Conor in the hospital, his mom gone . . .

Thank God, that appears to be the case. He got perfect DPR's both days so far this week with glowing comments from his teachers.

Woo hoo! Way to go, Cameron. You can do it!

Offense! Offense!

Cameron kept cheering (loudly) for Conor during the basketball game. Good job, Cameron! But he kept yelling, "Defense! Defense!" no matter who had the ball. I said, "But they're not on defense right now. They've got the ball." After that, he alternated shouting "Defense! Defense!" with "Offense! Offense!" Go ahead - try to convince him that even though it's technically correct, that's not what you yell during a basketball game. I got Gabrian to switch to "Here we go, Fire! Here we go." But not Cameron, who doesn't care at all if he sounds weird. Gotta love that boy and his cheerful obliviousness.