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Teachers sometimes teach the parent, too

March 31st, 2009, 12:09 pm by Michelle Reese

I attended my son’s IEP (individual education plan) meeting this morning. He is in his second year of kindergarten. Since he turned 3, he has been on an IEP in our school district for speech/language services.
We were running late this morning to get there. I told my son - now 6 - several times, “Go get your socks. Get your backpack. Find your shoes. We have to go.”
Ok, this - in speech/language talk - is a four-component direction.
I learned during the meeting that one of the receptive language issues the school is working on with him is - you guessed it - four-component directions.
I guess that would explain why he didn’t finish all those without me walking him through it. I forget this sometimes (more often than I care to admit). Instead, I get upset, look at the clock and yell: I’m walking out the door now. Let’s go!
I apologized to my son before we even got to the meeting. I did feel bad for not assisting him more when he said, “I don’t know where my shoes are.” Eventually, it took both of us to find them - in my bedroom of all things.
Then we went to the meeting and I was reminded what I need to do to be a better parent, and a good role model. Good thing we have these meetings. I know they’re not directly for parenting, but they help!
My son will move on to first grade next year, and continue to receive speech/language services for receptive and expressive language issues as well as pronunciation assistance.
And we’ve made a new direction in our house: Shoes go by the front door when we walk in. Hopefully, that will help.

What would be easier: an earlier or later school start time?

March 26th, 2009, 11:09 am by Michelle Reese

My school district is debating changes to school start times. The argument is that high school students do better when they start later in the day, since most of them stay up later at night. My children are not in high school yet, but this will still have an impact on them.

That’s because a change in high school start times could mean a change in elementary and junior high start times to adjust bus schedules. In my case, plan A calls for a 7:45 a.m. start time and plan B calls for a 9 a.m. start time. Right now, we’re at about 8:35.

For us, I could see it work both ways. During the winter, when it’s dark in the morning, my kids tend to sleep in. There have been at least three times this year, since January, that my son has been late to school because we just couldn’t get it all together and out the door. With that in mind, a 9 a.m. start time would work just fine. However, it would get me to work later, and my daughter’s day care absolutely ends at 5:30 p.m. I would be pushing it to get a full 8 hours of work in each day unless I just stay tied to my desk (though I write this as I’m eating lunch at my desk).

An earlier time may be a struggle at first, but I think it’s the better option for my family - and perhaps others. That’s because most days - the kids arise quite early. I don’t know how, but in the summer they’re up between 5:30 and 6:30 a.m. Today, it was 6:45. When that happens, we would have little problem getting to school by 7:45 a.m. if I ignored the dishes, the pick up in the kitchen and prepping dinner for that night (all of which usually delay me in the morning). And, truth be told, if they get up at 6:30, but don’t have to be at school until 9 a.m., what on earth are they going to do to keep busy? They’ll pull out toys and books and colors and be distracted and we would likely end up late anyway!

A decision is a few weeks away. But I’ve put my opinion out there for the earlier time.

Wiki scholarship deadline approaching

March 26th, 2009, 11:08 am by Michelle Reese

I received this notice today:

Visit http://wikianswers.com/static/scholarship_program.html to earn a chance for a $1,000 scholarship.

Here are some of the details:

    * The WikiAnswers.com Scholarship Program plans to award twenty scholarships valued at $1,000 each for use by recipients.
    * This scholarship is for students planning to be enrolled in undergraduate classes during the 2009-2010 academic year.
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    * All materials must be submitted (and postmarked) by March 31, 2009.

Life is a tangled mess sometimes

March 25th, 2009, 11:39 am by Michelle Reese

I’m at my wit’s end with my daughter’s hair. She has long hair that at one point was very curly. It’s now somewhat wavy.
It goes past the middle of her back.
And she HATES to have it brushed.
She looks adorable when it’s up or in clips. It’s cute even when it’s down.
But while I see other little girls at her school with brushed, smooth hair, my daughter’s hair is usually every which way and often in knots.
I’ve threatened to cut it, but she likes it long and daddy likes it long. And so do I.
On Sunday I put in several braids. By last night, it was a tangled mess. After her bath, I put in lots of conditioner. When she got out she wanted to play on the computer, but I told her first we were getting her unruly hair back in order.
Wrapped in a towel, she put her head on my lap while I worked at it with a comb, section by section. I pulled out at least three small clumps that got stuck in the comb.
It took 25 minutes. My daughter, exhausted from school, fell asleep.
Once her hair was all smooth, I put it in a ponytail, put her in PJs and tucked her in bed.
It was much easier to work with this morning. I know part of the problem is I just get too busy at night to brush it.
But after last night, I’ve got to make it a priority: morning and night. That, or a pair of scissors may be in order.

Son returns to school, mom is back at work

March 23rd, 2009, 9:34 am by Michelle Reese

Forgive my absence! My 6-year-old son had his tonsils removed and I took a week off work following the surgery. He did amazing. He slept through the night the last two nights - the first time in a long time that has happened. His post-surgery instructions meant he had to lay low for a week. We stocked up on a few new Lego sets and family came to visit. We rented movies. Just this past weekend we ventured outside. He flew a kite. We have had that kite in the garage for more than a year and it was finally put to good use.

I sat in the waiting room a week ago with my mom during the nearly 45-minute procedure. Was I a nervous wreck? Well, yes! But when we were invited back to the recovery room, he was sleeping soundly. A few long minutes later he came out of it and just looked at us for a while. Once they gave him the first dose of his oral pain medicine (he received some via his IV), he spoke. He even smiled. I couldn’t believe it. It took about five hours before we had a room, but he let us read books to him and when the nurse brought the recovery room DVD player over (a Mickey Mouse one no less), he really perked up.

Kudos to the hospital staff. He didn’t want to leave the next day (it may have had something to do with the fact that we don’t have cable and in the hospital, he had access to the Cartoon Network). When I told him last night he was returning to school, he even said “Yes!” Spring break is over. He’s ready to see some friends.

Surgery countdown is on

March 13th, 2009, 4:01 pm by Michelle Reese

Well, my son is a bit more anxious about his surgery next week. He’s getting his tonsils and adenoids out. A sleep study showed what my husband and I have known for years - he doesn’t sleep at night. He suffers from sleep apnea and wakes at least twice AN HOUR.
So the ENT scheduled his surgery and since telling my son about it he’s had one main question: Do I have to get a shot?
Well, I told him, no and yes. It’s not a shot. But it is a poke. I figured they would give him an IV. So I didn’t want to lie!
I got great news from the hospital today - they’re going to knock my son out before putting in the IV for the surgery. He will have to keep the IV in overnight, but I think he will be able to handle that. In the meantime, my husband and I are stocking up on a few new Lego sets to keep him busy while he recovers.

Remodel continues: Bathrooms done

March 12th, 2009, 3:59 pm by Michelle Reese
We have new tile in the bathroom thanks to Mr. Reese and a friend.

We have new tile in the bathroom thanks to Mr. Reese and a friend.

My husband came down from the upstairs last night triumphant.
“We have working toilets upstairs!” he announced.
My son, 6-years-old, looked at his dad and said, “So when it’s Saturday again, can you do my room?”
My husband smiled and scooped his son up into a bear hug. “You are just too precious,” he said.
We’re still in remodeling mode at our house. It began in Feb. 2008, after we decided to stay in our home rather than purchase another place.
It’s not that we need more room, there are just a few things about our house that drive us nuts.
But as soon as the decision was made, we tore up carpet and vinyl flooring downstairs. It took 9 months, but now downstairs we have click-in wood-like flooring, crown mouldings and wainscoting.
That was all done by October. In January, we tore out the carpet in the loft and my son’s room upstairs.
The flooring is down on the loft, but my son hasn’t had use of his room since then. All his furniture is in our room. Plastic covers his floor ready for the wood-like flooring.
And we got sidetracked and did the bathroom tile the last three weekends. To be honest, I was just jumping at the chance to get rid of the 6-year-old carpet that had been damaged beyond repair. Yes. We had carpet in the bathrooms. The house came that way.
My son is ready for his room to be done though. It’s not that he minds having his bed next to ours (he usually ended up in our room most nights anyway). I think he’s just at an age where he wants easier access to his clothes, his stuff, his toys. And he wants them in HIS room.
I’m not promising, but I’m hoping we can make a dent on it this weekend. Though even if we do, I’m sure his bed will stay just where it is so post-surgery next week he is close to us.

One illness down, one surgery to go

March 11th, 2009, 4:38 pm by Michelle Reese

My house has been through the wringer the last few weeks. At one point it smelled like disinfectant, Vicks vapor rub and, I hate to say it, vomit all at once.
And me? Big black bags under my eyes from nights up with a sick kid coughing so hard she throws up.
I think we’re over the hump. I’ve gotten sleep the last two nights - solid hours of sleep. I’m quite sure - after writing a story about it this week - that it all started with RSV.
Hopefully she’s close to being done with it (if not, the doc has an round of steroids planned).
Next week, my son goes in to get his tonsils and adenoids out. While normally a routine surgery, the fact that he suffers from sleep apnea means he gets to stay overnight at the hospital.
I wasn’t sure how to approach him about it. Two weeks ago we started talking. On Monday, he reminded me - “Mom, I need to go get my tonsils out.”
Ok, he knows about it for sure. He keeps asking if he’s getting a shot (probably, I said, knowing he may be an IV). That part he’s worried about. We looked at the hospital’s Web site to show him where he’ll stay.
Mommy and daddy will be there, I promised. And we have cool toys for you to play with when you’re done.
No one in my family has had this done, so I’m not sure what to expect. Everyone tells me, “Oh, I remember having ice cream for days. It was great.”
My son doesn’t like ice cream, nor anything sweet for that matter.
Sometimes I can get him to eat an ice pop, so that’s what I’m stocking up on this weekend.

How come my 4-year-old sounds like she’s 12?

March 10th, 2009, 1:36 pm by Michelle Reese

Ok, so let me confess first: I argued today with a 4-year-old about our family computer. She is home sick – well, banned from daycare until her belly is better (which, I am happy to say, will likely be by evening!).

So I’m working from home. Usually, I’m pretty successful. Today, she’s a bit more demanding.

As my husband said, “She’s a social butterfly and you’re not being social.”

Yea, no kidding!

I broke out the stickers, the coloring, the movies. She even brought out all her clothes from her “summer” box to “try on” to make sure they fit. That one was her idea.

But after a bit, well, she wants the computer. My kids like the online coloring and a few kid-friendly sites.

“I’ll give you five drinks then it’s my turn.”

She took five sips of her juice pouch.

“Mom, are you done yet? I’ll eat five crackers.”

She ate five crackers.

“Mom! It’s my turn.”

I finally looked at her, aghast, and said, “I am not arguing with a 4-year-old about the computer. I’m almost done then I can do an interview with paper and pen.”

Two seconds later: “Are you done yet?”

Oh, and the best part, “Mom, just figure it out.”

AHH!!! She’s 4! Really! I swear. She talks like a 12-year-old sometimes, but she’s 4!

I’m amazed how her mind works. Just now – after eating lunch – she said, “I’ll pick out a few movies to watch.”

She came upstairs with 12 in her arms.

At least THAT will keep her busy for awhile.

“Which one do you want to watch?” she just asked me, “Star Wars? Star Wars? Star Wars?”

Guess I’ll be working with “Star Wars” in the background!

Memories of Barbie on her birthday

March 9th, 2009, 12:40 pm by Michelle Reese

She’s 50 years old today, but doesn’t look a day older than 25. I remember our shared days. My family had an “Arizona Room” at our house. I had my dolls there and would sit for hours playing make-believe. I’m quite sure Barbie was a teacher in my playtime because I grew up with a younger sister and mostly we played “school.”
My daughter has a few - three I think - that don’t really get played with at this point. She is 4, so maybe it’s just an age thing. She loves her baby dolls and playing “mommy.” She does like to pick out the Barbie movies, “Diamond Castle” and “Mariposa,” when we go to the library.
The dolls she does have are in her closet - sans clothing. What is it with that? My mom saved my dolls and her clothes, so it’s not like my daughter’s Barbies have none.  And they didn’t come naked.
Barbie was the starting point for me and doll personalities. As I grew up, I received a Dorothy Hamill Barbie-like doll, a ballerina Barbie, an Olympics Barbie. I’m pretty sure I even got one that rode a horse and drove a car. I’m not sure Ken was anywhere in sight (though my daughter does have one at her grandmother’s).
I don’t remember wanting to look like Barbie, so I’ve never had that image concern as a mom. I loved the dress-up part, changing her clothes, her hair, her shoes. But for my daughter, well that just doesn’t seem to matter.
So Happy Birthday, Barbie! Here’s to old memories we’ve shared - and many more to come as my daughter grows (and locates your pants).

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