sleep deprivation

Last night, M went to sleep over at a friends house for the first time.  She had a great time, but she stayed up until 11:00.  (For reference, she is in bed by 7:3o at home on a normal night.)  We expected that she would get very little sleep, but I forgot how sleep deprivation tends to affect her.

Today, for the first time ever, she punched her sister…TWICE. She also threw a hairbrush when she was frustrated.  She also did a lot of stomping and huffing and was generally a pain in the ass all day.  (She is usually pretty pleasant and even-tempered, even when she is in a bad mood.)

This bodes so well for our upcoming 12 hour jet lag.

That is all.

Questions

I am going to skip around in the questions because some of them require research or more time than I have tonight.

Sharie asks

What are your girls into? Toys, activities, etc?

When we moved, I put all the boxes of toys in the basement and so far, no one has missed them.  They will stay in the basement until someone notices they are missing.  The only toys the girls have out right now are stuffed animals and books.  They love both of those things a LOT.  When she isn’t mashing fuzzy toys on her face, L’s greatest desire is to write her name over and over, draw people and snip paper into tiny pieces that get all over the house.  M reads all the time (even when she should be doing other things) and when she isn’t reading she plays Pokemon on her DS.  They both like to watch TV a lot.  And they are both very content when they get a chance to play outside at the park.  M loves soccer, though she isn’t particularly gifted at it.  They are both pretty typical kids, I think.

Omegamom asks:

What’s the new neighborhood like? Do the kids like it? How are the parents on all sides, health-wise?

I am still getting used to the new neighborhood.  We are right in the heart of the little downtown of our suburb.  Our backyard is a big church parking lot and a big church is our rear neighbor.  (This is actually awesome because there is always plenty of parking when people visit us.)  Many of our neighbors are oldish.  People move into their houses here and never move away.  There is one house across the street with kids, but they just sold and are moving. I heard the new neighbors will have kids, though they don’t match up well with the ages/gender of our kids.

M is very homesick for the old house (the one we owned, not the rental).  She is still settling in to this neighborhood.  It is harder to get to know our neighbors here because the street is busier (we used to live on a dead end so there was a lot of opportunity for the kids to pay in the street).  We had a housewarming party last weekend and several of our  neighbors came, so that was nice.

One thing both girls like is the proximity to stuff downtown.  We can walk to two pubs/restaurants and eating at the pub is a favorite sunday evening event for us (kids eat free!).  We are very close to the ice cream store and there is a new cupcake store opening next month too.  They just caught wind of the candy shop too, though we haven’t visited yet.

As for the parents, my parents are still very young and healthy (52 and 54).  Mr. A’s parents are so-so. His mom has some chronic back or hip pain problems. His dad was doing well, then he went to Taiwan and came home with a pacemaker after passing out there repeatedly.  When he came home, he seemed ok.  Then he went back to Taiwan for a couple weeks and had to have his gall bladder removed.  I am not sure what is up with that.  He comes home in a few more weeks, so we will see, I guess.

Tolerance isn’t enough. Teaching Kindness.

Job and travel plans are happening fast and furiously around here. I will get back to the questions, but I wanted to post about something that happened before I forgot.

The other day, one of M’s very best friends (who happens to be a boy who I will call Brad) told her “I have a crush on Josh”.

I wasn’t there, but Brad’s mom told me that M laughed and said “Get outta here!  You can’t have a crush on a BOY!”

When the story was repeated to me, it gave me pause.

M’s other best friend has two moms (LESBIAN moms, to be clear).   Just last week, I had a talk with M about the responsibility of voting and the importance of trying to change laws that go against our beliefs.  I used the two mom family as an example of families who face legal discrimination because they can’t marry.  We talked about equality and how there are many kinds of families (mom/mom, mom/dad, dad/dad, etc.) who should all have the same legal protections and rights.

M knows girls can like girls or boys can like boys.  It breaks my heart a little bit that she has somehow internalized the fact that it is somehow socially unacceptable to admit it in elementary school.  I know she isn’t learning that crap at our house.  She is picking it up at school or from her friends or maybe even from their parents.

So last night, I asked her about it.  She repeated the same story, but said she “forgot” what she said to Brad.

“I heard you said ‘Boys can’t have crushes on boys!’ Is that true?” I asked.

“Oh.  Well, it is UNUSUAL.” M said.

“It might not be very common, but you know that girls can like girls and boys can like boys.  That is just the way some people are born.  People like who they like.  A boy having a crush on a boy is just like some families that have two moms or two dads.”  I reminded her.

“Oh.” she said, “I never thought about it with kids.”

“You know, if you laugh when someone tells you something important about themselves, it could make them feel bad about who they are. If it happens enough times, a gay boy or a lesbian might start to not like that part of themselves.  They might want to hide it.  It hurts to have to hide the truth about yourself.” I said.

“You know how we talked about people who think it is wrong for boys to like boys or girls to like girls?  Sometimes, those people are really mean.  People can love whoever their heart tells them to love.  We need to make sure we never, ever make them feel bad about it.”

“I didn’t want Brad to feel bad!” M said.

“I know, kiddo.  But lots of other people would want a boy who likes boys to feel bad on purpose. They might tease him or pick on him.  You need to make sure you don’t do something like that, even if it is on accident.”  I said.

“Oh.” M said, looking very concerned.

“The next time a boy tells you he likes a boy, what could you say so he doesn’t feel bad about sharing his feelings?” I asked.

“I could just say ‘Oh, OK.’” M said, “I could just act like it was no big deal.”

“I think that would be a good response.  I also want you to remember that if you ever hear anyone getting teased for who they are, whether it is who they love or for any other reason, I want you to stick up for them.”

“Ok.” M said.

Then she asked me to turn up the radio.

School Matters

You may or may not remember last year when I had L’s first IEP meeting, but it was a disaster. Actually, L’s whole school year last year was kind of a waste of time and a hassle.  I think by the end of the year, her teacher had suggested at least 8 different diagnoses (ADD, ADHD, Motor apraxia, Diabetes (!?!?!), Dyslexia, etc.)   She waffled between suggesting L has very serious issues and denying there was anything remotely out of the ordinary with her.

We were thrilled when the principal suggested that L have a different teacher this year.  The new teacher works with a new occupational therapist too.  After only 2 weeks in school, the OT pulled me aside and asked to revise L’s IEP.  L’s primary reason for receiving an IEP was “differences in sensory processing”, yet her original IEP did not address sensory issues at all.  (Thus my crying at the meeting and L receiving private-pay vision therapy and OT over the summer).

One of the key issues L had at school was her complete failure in all aspects of circle time.  After only two weeks, the new OT realized that L has a problem focusing in circle time because she is sensory seeking and has vestibular issues. It takes a massive amount of effort for her to keep her body still and  in her spot.  The new plan calls for “heavy work” right before circle time, a wiggle chair and a weighted object or blanket to help her body stay grounded.  I am so relieved to have a team working with us instead of against us, I could cry.

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Today we also had a bit of a school issue with M.  At school, they were told to write a story about apples.  Most kids wrote 2 pages, M wrote 10 loooong pages.  They were supposed to make a “sloppy copy” and then recopy it in their best writing.

Even though she knew she would have to recopy it, when it came time to do the work, M had a breakdown.  She became obsessed with doing it perfectly. She erased just about every third letter she wrote.  It took 45 minutes for her to rewrite half a page, complete with moaning, complaining and eventually  sobbing.

I was not pressuring her at all. I was trying to help her get  one page done so she could take a break and learn to pace herself, but she was all worked up into a tizzy despite my attempts to downplay getting the whole thing done.  I also tried to convince her it didn’t have to be perfect, just a nice effort.  She refused to listen to me.

After 40 minutes of drama, I called M’s teacher and explained the situation.  Kind woman that she is, she explained that M chose to write such a long story on her own. She also talked to M and told her she could either edit the story to make it shorter or take a few extra days to get it done.  Only then did M calm down.

I am not sure if it is a good for M to learn that sometimes it is better not to show off going so far above and beyond the minimum requirements of the assignment.  I have never been a perfectionist, so I can’t relate to M’s angst.  I think she inherits the perfectionist gene from my mom, Ms. “I have never satisficed in my entire life”.

A Tasty Snack

(I wrote this while I wasn’t blogging so it happened about 6 weeks ago.)

Anyone who knows me well, knows I have a thing for cleaning ears.  Sadly, several months ago, my ear-cleaning headlamp died a tragic and untimely death.  I finally got around to buying a new one yesterday and mass ear-cleaning commenced.

It was obvious that Mr. A had not cleaned his ears in a LONG LONG time.  He had sheets of ear wax* nearly obstructing each earhole.  My trusty headlamp and I got to work scraping away.  I quickly accumulated a pile of ear wax flakes.  L has been really helpful lately, so I called her in and said “L, go throw these in the trash.” I put the little pile of wax in her hand and sent her on her way.

About 30 seconds later, L returned.  “Um, Mom?  Those things you gave me? M ATE them.”

“WHAT?” I said.

“She ATE it.” L repeated.

I called M into the bedroom.  “Did you eat that stuff in L’s hand?”

“Yes.” M said. Mr. A and I started to laugh hysterically.  Then M started to look worried.

“What was it?” she asked.

Mr. A and I were convulsing on the bed with laughter.

“It was EAR WAX!”  L told her.

“Grossss!  I thought it was a corn flake!” M said.

“Didn’t it taste funny?” I asked, “You know, like EAR WAX???”

“How would I know what ear wax tastes like? I don’t go around EATING it!” said M, quite indignant.

“Yes you DO!!” said L, which made Mr. A and I laugh even harder.

M does not think eating ear wax is funny at all, in case you were wondering.   And

*Mr. A has typical dry, flakey Asian earwax.