The email I received this morning:
Good Morning Barb,
Just wanted to fill you in on Thomas this morning. When I walked into his classroom he had his body sock stuffed down his pants. Cathy said this happened yesterday as well. I was thinking it might be a good idea for him to keep it in my room and come down to use it when he needs it. It seems to be too distracting for him to have it in the Kindergarten classroom. Let me know what you think.
Thanks Lorie
My response:
That little crapper. That explains a lot about this morning before he left. We’ve told him the body sock stays home. We saw his pants were stuffed and assumed he was sneaking snakes. When we told him to empty his pants, he did (with snakes). We didn’t realized he restuffed. Geesh.
Anyway, yes, keep it in your room, Lorie. But….keep track of how much time he’s using it today. I want him to use it if he needs to at the time, but not to get out of Kindergarten activities. I know you and Cathy will be able to tell the difference.
Still rolling my eyes here.
Barb G
Enough said.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Update on some BIG stuff for Thomas
We have an almost toilet trained 7 year old!
The big hurdle was him changing into a diaper and pooping in there. He's done with that.
The almost? He still needs to wear a pullup at night. Once in awhile he's dry in the morning, but not often enough to think that will be over anytime soon. That's okay.
The other big one? He told me that a friend of his asked Thomas if he (T) could spend the night at his (C) house! This is HUGE, since Thomas rarely talks about friends. We need to take this slowly, but I told Thomas the first step is for me and C's mom to talk about it. We'll probably start with an after school deal or something.
One more big one, that applies to all of us in the house: The new math according to Thomas works. He agreed to fill a bin with "old toys" to put in the shed, in exchange for 3 "old toys" in another bin there. At this rate, we'll have control of our living room again in a few months.
And another one just for the road....We bought a Wii Fit plus, on the recommendation of Grandpa's physical therapist. Thomas LOVES the bowling and the duel games. He really uses his arms good for the duel. He's also following the distance rules too, so things don't get hit and broken. The duel game is a bit difficult for him to understand that you have go in the direction the arrows show, particularly when it's left to right, but he'll get the hang of that some time. He's having fun, so who really cares if he's doing it just right?
The big hurdle was him changing into a diaper and pooping in there. He's done with that.
The almost? He still needs to wear a pullup at night. Once in awhile he's dry in the morning, but not often enough to think that will be over anytime soon. That's okay.
The other big one? He told me that a friend of his asked Thomas if he (T) could spend the night at his (C) house! This is HUGE, since Thomas rarely talks about friends. We need to take this slowly, but I told Thomas the first step is for me and C's mom to talk about it. We'll probably start with an after school deal or something.
One more big one, that applies to all of us in the house: The new math according to Thomas works. He agreed to fill a bin with "old toys" to put in the shed, in exchange for 3 "old toys" in another bin there. At this rate, we'll have control of our living room again in a few months.
And another one just for the road....We bought a Wii Fit plus, on the recommendation of Grandpa's physical therapist. Thomas LOVES the bowling and the duel games. He really uses his arms good for the duel. He's also following the distance rules too, so things don't get hit and broken. The duel game is a bit difficult for him to understand that you have go in the direction the arrows show, particularly when it's left to right, but he'll get the hang of that some time. He's having fun, so who really cares if he's doing it just right?
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Somebody's birthday is today
And his name is Thomas! I know there aren't many readers here, but I've been chronicaling (is that the word) the longest birthday celebration in the universe on Facebook. He's had something going every day since Saturday. It all comes to an end with his cupcakes at school this afternoon.
This will be a long post. I'm going to tell his birth story as I remember it.
It was a Saturday morning when I got a call with the voice at the other end saying "I think my water broke." That voice was my 18 yr old daughter, 30 miles away. This was almost three weeks early, so it caught me off guard. She did not have a driver's license, so I suggested she call my friend who lived right around the corner from her, and get to the doctor. We'd drive in to meet her there.
When we got the doctor's, the first thing we found out was the doctor she had seen for the last 7 months was out of town. The doctor she saw said the baby was definitely on his way, and to get to the hospital.
We arrived at the hospital, went to he OB area, and then got her settled in a room. Labor wasn't progressing, so they said they'd have to induce by 7:00pm if it didn't get moving along. That was a little incentive for him to get kicking along.
By 4:00am, labor was moving, but slowly, so it was suggested, she get in a warm tub. Well, that did the trick. She was only in there for a few minutes, when all of a suddens a bunch of nurses were scurrying around, getting her on the bed, pulling lights down from the ceiling, etc. The room was transformed into a delivery room in just a matter of seconds, it seemed. The doctor came in, put on her purple gloves (a favorite color of dtrs.). I remember feeling this intense grip on my upper arm and then being told with gritted teeth: "Mom, you have bad breath!"
It was only moments later we saw this special little boy enter the world. It was a true honor for me to be able to witness his birth. This was the first time I ever saw a birth (mine older two were c-sections).
Little did we realize just how much that little boy was going to change our lives forever. We knew we'd be the watchful eye spoiling grandparents. We didn't know at that time we'd actually become his parents.
We're forever grateful to my daughter for giving Thomas his very first gift: the gift of life.
This will be a long post. I'm going to tell his birth story as I remember it.
It was a Saturday morning when I got a call with the voice at the other end saying "I think my water broke." That voice was my 18 yr old daughter, 30 miles away. This was almost three weeks early, so it caught me off guard. She did not have a driver's license, so I suggested she call my friend who lived right around the corner from her, and get to the doctor. We'd drive in to meet her there.
When we got the doctor's, the first thing we found out was the doctor she had seen for the last 7 months was out of town. The doctor she saw said the baby was definitely on his way, and to get to the hospital.
We arrived at the hospital, went to he OB area, and then got her settled in a room. Labor wasn't progressing, so they said they'd have to induce by 7:00pm if it didn't get moving along. That was a little incentive for him to get kicking along.
By 4:00am, labor was moving, but slowly, so it was suggested, she get in a warm tub. Well, that did the trick. She was only in there for a few minutes, when all of a suddens a bunch of nurses were scurrying around, getting her on the bed, pulling lights down from the ceiling, etc. The room was transformed into a delivery room in just a matter of seconds, it seemed. The doctor came in, put on her purple gloves (a favorite color of dtrs.). I remember feeling this intense grip on my upper arm and then being told with gritted teeth: "Mom, you have bad breath!"
It was only moments later we saw this special little boy enter the world. It was a true honor for me to be able to witness his birth. This was the first time I ever saw a birth (mine older two were c-sections).
Little did we realize just how much that little boy was going to change our lives forever. We knew we'd be the watchful eye spoiling grandparents. We didn't know at that time we'd actually become his parents.
We're forever grateful to my daughter for giving Thomas his very first gift: the gift of life.
A little Turtle
I've heard this story several times before, but today it came to me through an email list, and I thought I'd share it here.
The Little Turtle
A little turtle begins to climb a tree slowly. After long hours of effort, he reaches the top, jumps into the air waving his front legs, until he crashes heavily into the ground with a hard knock on his shell.
After recovering his consciousness, he starts to climb the tree again, jumps again, and knocks the ground heavily again.
The little turtle persisted again and again while a couple of birds sitting at the edge of a branch, watched the turtle with pain. Suddenly the female bird says to the male,
"Dear, I think it's time to tell our little turtle he is adopted."
The Little Turtle
A little turtle begins to climb a tree slowly. After long hours of effort, he reaches the top, jumps into the air waving his front legs, until he crashes heavily into the ground with a hard knock on his shell.
After recovering his consciousness, he starts to climb the tree again, jumps again, and knocks the ground heavily again.
The little turtle persisted again and again while a couple of birds sitting at the edge of a branch, watched the turtle with pain. Suddenly the female bird says to the male,
"Dear, I think it's time to tell our little turtle he is adopted."
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