There hasn't been one for a few days, and we got some fun info about C last night.
As I've mentioned before, C's struggling a bit with keeping his hands to himself in K, and we're waiting for some evals to determine if it's tied to sensory issues. In the meanwhile, the teacher started sending daily behavior reports just to keep us informed on when he had issues and what he was doing through the day. Over the past month or so, it has dwindled down to 2-3 reports a week instead of daily; I just figured the day got busy, and I was still emailing with the teacher now and then for random things. She emailed at 8pm last night that she found a bunch of the reports wadded up and torn apart inside his desk yesterday. So I made him apologize to the teacher for not bringing the reports home like he should, and she's now planning to email me every day instead. DH and I cracked up at how quickly he figured out a way to play the game at this age, but man, we could have our hands full with this kid.
And on a happier note, he bought me a bracelet at the school Christmas store yesterday. I feel like I've joined a Moms Wearing Dolphin Jewelry club
Post by Skyesthelimit1212 on Dec 11, 2015 9:24:45 GMT -5
S had her daycare class photo taken a couple of weeks ago. Today we got a copy of the class photo, I wish I could put the picture up, all the kids are pretty much smiling but my kid. Her face is saying, Go ahead take another pic, I dare you. Oh and hubs thinks the photographer put her in the front middle because she was so cutely dressed, lol.
There are two new kids at our daycare. (in-home. Shorti has been the youngest there as long as she's been there, until Sizzli) A 10 month baby and a 5 year old there for aftercare.
Shorti sat on the baby yesterday. Twice. The second time she got in enough trouble that she was still in a snit about it when I did pickup (lost privileges). She hasn't shown any real jealousy over Sizzli, but new kid at daycare apparently wasn't cool in her book. She totally knew she was in trouble though. I had a talk with her when we got home about how you have to be gentle to the babies, and you absolutely CANNOT sit on them or push them or hit them or anything like that because they might get hurt. Her reaction was to roll her tiny eyes, refuse to look at me and growl. Her ass got put in her room. I have no idea if that was the right answer. It was better than my impulse when I saw the eye roll, which was to smack her. So. Yay for not hitting my toddler?
Parenting man. It's...something.
But then she asked to go to bed at 6:30, so apparently she was also incredibly tired. She didn't nap all week. We talked some more at bedtime and she actually listened to me and answered me that time, so hopefully she'll switch to just telling DCP to put the new baby in the swing and play with her like she tells me to do with her brother all the time.
Post by redheadbaker on Dec 11, 2015 9:42:21 GMT -5
I got really annoyed with FI this morning. Half the time his alarm doesn't go off. Then he drags his feet getting out of bed. DS is not a morning person, and the more you rush him, the more he fights you. This is not brand new information to FI.
FI was getting so frustrated with DS this morning, and it took a lot of effort not to say to FI that it was his own fault.
I realized what a strange place I live.. last night at the school holiday performance. Everyone in the "orchestra pit" (parents) had at least one top 10 hit in the 1990s
My mom had the boys yesterday. She went to the laundry room and they got out of the house and went looking for her and ended up on the other end of the complex in the tennis courts.
Of course my mother thinks this is because they're wild, and not because she didn't contain them.
Then she took them to meet me at dinner, where they were in chairs not booths and waited way way too long for everyone to get there before getting food. And because they'd been on grandmas rules all day, they were freaking animals, banging on things and getting out of their chairs - J actually ran halfway across the restaurant.
Yes, they're wild, but my mother seems to just complain about this as a moral failing, rather than setting everyone up for success. It's one thing to just expect them to be good in a restaurant, it's another thing to just expect them to stay put when they can get into the street.
I have enough anxiety about leaving them when we go to Mexico, I'm really glad it's my MIL and not my mom watching them.
I braved the mall with my 4 yo daughter the other night.
In the men's department of a department store, she started out holding hands with the mannequins and telling me she was holding hands like at a wedding. Then she grabbed the mannequin's genitals and told me she was holding his penis. Can you tell she has an older brother?
Post by omgzombies on Dec 11, 2015 11:07:35 GMT -5
H and I have differing opinions whether or not to tell Kit about the death of our friend's parents. He's a good friend of the family, and our kids "godparent" for lack of a better term. She's 5 years old, H thinks we shouldn't mention what's happening to her because it would just upset her. I'm of the opinion that we should tell her, because there's a chance she'll overhear something at some point, or notice that people are acting strange and feel confused. I suppose we could insulate her from it all. She won't be attending the memorial service, and it's not super likely that someone will say something directly to her, but I feel like hiding it makes it seem so much more scary if she does start to put it together. Parenting is hard.
There are two new kids at our daycare. (in-home. Shorti has been the youngest there as long as she's been there, until Sizzli) A 10 month baby and a 5 year old there for aftercare.
Shorti sat on the baby yesterday. Twice. The second time she got in enough trouble that she was still in a snit about it when I did pickup (lost privileges). She hasn't shown any real jealousy over Sizzli, but new kid at daycare apparently wasn't cool in her book. She totally knew she was in trouble though. I had a talk with her when we got home about how you have to be gentle to the babies, and you absolutely CANNOT sit on them or push them or hit them or anything like that because they might get hurt. Her reaction was to roll her tiny eyes, refuse to look at me and growl. Her ass got put in her room. I have no idea if that was the right answer. It was better than my impulse when I saw the eye roll, which was to smack her. So. Yay for not hitting my toddler?
Parenting man. It's...something.
But then she asked to go to bed at 6:30, so apparently she was also incredibly tired. She didn't nap all week. We talked some more at bedtime and she actually listened to me and answered me that time, so hopefully she'll switch to just telling DCP to put the new baby in the swing and play with her like she tells me to do with her brother all the time.
Oh the attitude. I know it well. I highly recommend flipping your toddler off as they leave the room. Somehow it just makes you feel better.
Tomorrow, AJ sees Santa. Twice. This will either blow up in my face and be a horrific shitshow of epic proportions, or he'll do fabulously (because there is never middle ground with this kid). At least alchol will be an option at one of the Santa events?
I realized what a strange place I live.. last night at the school holiday performance. Everyone in the "orchestra pit" (parents) had at least one top 10 hit in the 1990s
A pit of one-hit wonders?!?! OMG, I always wondered where they went. LOL!
ETA: Plus, I'm guessing your holiday performance was pretty top-notch musically - or do the kids all rebel and want to be scientists and accountants?