Wednesday, March 20, 2013
He Speaks Truth
Now that my mom is so close to us, one of the most glorious advantages is not having to wake up children if they are sleeping and another child needs to be somewhere or get gotten back from somewhere ;). Today I left my mom with a napping Finn while I went to pick up Abby. Finn did not wake up well. He screamed and screamed that he didn't want Gramma (ha! since when!?) and he wanted Mommy. So she let him be. For 15 minutes he played on his own upstairs. I came home and went to him for a hug. He came running at me:
"Mommy! You went to pick Abby up from school and I cried and Gramma talked to me and you came back and you hugged me!"
Okay then, I guess that covers it.
Uh-Oh
No, Jack didn't have some horrible accident in which I took a picture before helping him. The Zombie fad has hit his pre-school and he is dead.
he doesn't have a very good poker face however.
The Very Long Talk-Share
Talk-Shares are one of those weird things that transcend explanation. How do all the kids at all ages know that it's a big big deal to share something of theirs with their peers? This is Jack's second talk-share. His first was a transformer - but he was pretty anxious the whole time that one of the kids would try to take Optimus, so I'm not really sure how well it went. Talk-shares usually last about 5 minutes. The child talks for about a minute and then they ask if anyone has any questions. The questions are usually a big popularity contest.
Well Talk-Shares are new to Jack so he forgot to tell me he had one today. So he didn't bring anything to share. I thought this was going to be a tragedy. Janet told him to look to see if he had anything in his cubby to share about (she is always trying to get the kids to focus on an event or memory rather than toy). I thought... no way that's going to work. Janet offered for him to do it the next day but somehow Jack didn't want that. So a few other kids go and I'm thinking we'll just have to remember next time. Instead, off to his cubby Jack went. And pulled out "Goodnight, Gorilla" which he'd borrowed from Miss Janet and had not brought home or put back yet.
He went up there with this book which I did not even know he knew and proceeded to tell the story of it for a HALF HOUR. He acted out parts of it. He went on a tangent about space and rocket boosters. He showed it around the entire class as the hidden pink balloon got smaller and smaller in the illustration's distance. He made up sign language for "pop" and "goodbye."
He loved it.
At the end, it was time for dismissal so he had fewer questions than normal. But just plain wow. He was awesome.
Jack's Leap
I assume Jack will always do this. Leap from one stage to the stage ten after that. But I've been told not to assume that. That it's negative thinking. I'm not so sure it's negative. It's sort of like Jack's super power. Anyway. He was screened for Kindergarten 2-2-13 with a bunch of other kids - he had a great time, but he's just not someone who cares about ... this is hard to explain and not sound wrong. He doesn't care about what he doesn't care about. He doesn't fake it.
So we rescreened him 3-19-13 since his evaluation seemed off and he was evaluated a year more advanced. Screener suggested that when he's not interested in the game/test or if he's more interested in the other people/etc in the room he'll just throw out any word/answer to try to hurry the end of the test.
Anyway, he's also still not interested in handwriting. So he got a big toy for pretending to be interested in handwriting. And he fell asleep cuddling with it.
Big Man on campus next year... somewhere
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Purging Romance
We got rid of so much extraneous stuff during the various stages of the move that most of the things we are sorting through and finding now have positive memories - important enough to have gone through all the other purges. Having an easy phone on one's camera helps make otherwise difficult decisions - like throwing away the video cassettes of Scarecrow & Mrs. King episodes that Steve had made me special labels for even though he hated the show. Keep the picture of the thing, not the thing, that's my motto.
Unless we're talking about the husband himself, I'll keep the photo of him AND the guy himself.
Cuz he makes me laugh
even when he won't stop talking while I TAKE the picture
Saturday, March 16, 2013
Night Terrors Revisited
Night Terrors the second time around are so different. And it has to do with us knowing exactly whats going on and also just a little on how they are just a tad different. This is a chronicle of Finn's type of night terrors - which I think are considered "night awakenings?" Shoot I have to look back at my own blog to remember the name. Night "Terror" as a term is saved for when the subject actually runs or flails around. For my boys it has always been sitting bolt upright screaming their head off as if someone is hurting them. With Jack I don't feel like I have a good memory of his face or pattern because by the time we figured out he was experiencing night terrors we fixed them basically the same night because just like Finn they were exhaustion related.
SO yes, first off, just like GI JOE used to say "Knowing is half the battle." So instead of sit there and try to figure out what's wrong or snap Finn out of the nightmare or sleep like we did with Jack, we just pick Finn up and move him out of the room to finish his night terror off in safety and away from the other kids (like we finally did with Jack the few times he had one again).
For Jack, probably because the poor guy was exhausted and we didn't know it, the behavior of the sleep terror kind of... was within character. Oh Jack, I'm so sorry we didn't understand you earlier.
Oddly enough, because Finn is a much mellower temperament, it's a little more disconcerting to me when Finn is struck with a night terror. He shakes and stares either straight at me or to the wall and screams in fear or upset. His eyes are dilated. He doesn't want to be touched. Talking to him gives no response.
AND, differing from Jack again, Finn never does wake up from his night terror - he just moves right through it back to deep sleep. Jack would cry and cry... then look around and realize he wasn't in his bed and speak to us - he would wake up and then be perfectly able to go back to sleep.
I find this stage of Finn's night terror (after the screaming, straight to deep sleep) pretty funny in comparison to the hellish ten minutes before it. Still sad, but at least I know its over for us both.
I don't love the idea that he's having some sort of nightmare while totally asleep (vs. night terror) either. I'd prefer to think that if my babies aren't screaming they are having lovely dreams of driving racecars or fighting for the autobots or something.
Random Abby
The Morning of her last Poem Party "A Dreadful Mistake" (the poem not the day)
Growing so lovely. And as usual, with such grace. *Pun not intended. Here she is WITH Grace, only an illustration of how lovely she is to those younger than her.
Poppa Days. Once a week since she was born pretty much. They've evolved from adventure to adventure, but I love that she'll have the same memories I did with my dad (once a week going to Bob's Big Boy might not seem a good comparison but for ME food is better than toys).
The first night we had our things at the new house Abby decorated her room with her jewelry
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Momma Abby
After writing about Jack skipping around stages of growth I realize that I've written about how I do that too.
Well I take pictures a lot as you might have guessed from the massive amout of evidence on facebook. I'm always on the hunt for good pictures of my own kids.
All of them together? Oooooo it's like Christmas. But back to the skipping thing.
I took these pictures on Sunday. Spent a good amount of time admiring my work, editing and sharing on facebook.
And didn't notice until today that this really is MY Abby. This is the same Abby who was an only child at age 1, 2, 3, and even 4. This is the same Abby who used to look at me with emotion and frustration and rebellion huge in her eyes.
LOOK at her. So calm, so centered. Loving her brothers. Entertaining them. Working with them; mothering them whether I'm there or not.
I will always always hold in my heart all those cuter than cute moments from babyhood and toddlerhood and very young childhood. But I can't help it. The memories are sweetest in hindsight. When, just like a book or movie, I have the opportunity to know how things have worked out. Just imagine how thrilled I'll be when I'm elderly!
Well I take pictures a lot as you might have guessed from the massive amout of evidence on facebook. I'm always on the hunt for good pictures of my own kids.
All of them together? Oooooo it's like Christmas. But back to the skipping thing.
I took these pictures on Sunday. Spent a good amount of time admiring my work, editing and sharing on facebook.
And didn't notice until today that this really is MY Abby. This is the same Abby who was an only child at age 1, 2, 3, and even 4. This is the same Abby who used to look at me with emotion and frustration and rebellion huge in her eyes.
LOOK at her. So calm, so centered. Loving her brothers. Entertaining them. Working with them; mothering them whether I'm there or not.
I will always always hold in my heart all those cuter than cute moments from babyhood and toddlerhood and very young childhood. But I can't help it. The memories are sweetest in hindsight. When, just like a book or movie, I have the opportunity to know how things have worked out. Just imagine how thrilled I'll be when I'm elderly!
Jack: 1, 2, 3,... 5
Jack got stuck somewhere in the 2's for a long time. It was with much effort and struggle and tears that he wrestled into his 3's... and he seemed even there to hang on. But then... all of a sudden... and I do mean all of a sudden - as in in the last two weeks. He's 5. FULL FLEDGED FIVE. Telling stories and jokes and being polite and helpful and trying to talk his siblings out of things and into things and wow.
Jack is a jumper. He always has been. Even in the womb, this guy jumped around. In development he is the quintessential boy. In that he rides along slow as you please in a stage and then sudden jumps past the next five.
It's glorious. It's funny. It's great. But for the first time I can remember I'm sitting here with mouth half open saying, "Wait, wait... so did I just totally miss out on the 4s?!"
Jack is a jumper. He always has been. Even in the womb, this guy jumped around. In development he is the quintessential boy. In that he rides along slow as you please in a stage and then sudden jumps past the next five.
It's glorious. It's funny. It's great. But for the first time I can remember I'm sitting here with mouth half open saying, "Wait, wait... so did I just totally miss out on the 4s?!"
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