Boy, I just won't shut up today. Especially about my daughter, shes been doing amazing things. We went to the fair last week (did I blog about the fair already?I don't remember. Oh well, if I have just suck it up ok?).
Anyway, our daughter doesn't often get to win things when her brother is playing. Mainly, because he cheats (something we are working on). So, at the fair at one of those cheesy games, she won. Her brother couldnt cheat, it was impossible for him to. The hub was helping the little guy a little bit and she still won. I wasn't helping her but I was cheering her on like a crazed maniac win-obsessed mom.
It was one of those deals where you throw the little ball up the little ramp in your lane and you try to get as many as you can in the red hole. Do you know which one? Sure you do, and if you don't just act like you do.
Anyway, time and time again that little ball found its way into the hole. The RED hole. Man, I was excited. Then she WON. SHE won. Her face was priceless when the carnie guy announced her as the winner.
It sounds corny and all to be so excited, but I was. What a huge ego boost to this girl, and to see me all excited probably did her some good too. I need to get more excited about her accomplishments, more often, I mean, I don't mean act even crazier. Her brother looked positively sick, but thats ok too. He needs more humbling experiences.
FROM 0 TO 3 IN 90 DAYS-LIFE AFTER OLDER CHILD ADOPTION
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Progress
So, hopefully I will have done enough kind, motherly fun things with my daughter by the time she ever sees these posts, that she wont seek revenge for the things which I have written.
She has had an issue with eating neatly and being careful not to get it everywhere. Its not all her fault, I know. Its lack of teaching in her early life. However we have been trying to teach her good table manners.
So, I cringed the other day when we went out as a family for barbque and I had unwittingly let her wear a white blouse.
I reminded her after we ordered that she should be careful. She said that she would and talked about the last time we had bbq and she had it everywhere, she brought it up, and she said this time she wouldnt do that.
And you know what? She was absolutely the perfect little lady while eating her ribs, baked beans and slaw. Not a single morsel made its way onto her shirt, and her face around her mouth though did get messy (hey,, its bbq and she is a kid, and heck MY face was mess), she was great about wiping it often along with her hands.
We were so happy and praised her profusely on the way home. She beamed. I only hope we have many more of these improvements, it really is great. For us and for her.
She has had an issue with eating neatly and being careful not to get it everywhere. Its not all her fault, I know. Its lack of teaching in her early life. However we have been trying to teach her good table manners.
So, I cringed the other day when we went out as a family for barbque and I had unwittingly let her wear a white blouse.
I reminded her after we ordered that she should be careful. She said that she would and talked about the last time we had bbq and she had it everywhere, she brought it up, and she said this time she wouldnt do that.
And you know what? She was absolutely the perfect little lady while eating her ribs, baked beans and slaw. Not a single morsel made its way onto her shirt, and her face around her mouth though did get messy (hey,, its bbq and she is a kid, and heck MY face was mess), she was great about wiping it often along with her hands.
We were so happy and praised her profusely on the way home. She beamed. I only hope we have many more of these improvements, it really is great. For us and for her.
Chrissie, is that you?
People over 3o will remember the TV show, "Three is Company", and the blonde, Chrissie (I cant remember the name of the actress though, Susan....something), who was so amusing.
My daughter often channels Chrissie Snow. For instance the other day she asked my hub how old her little brother was when he was born.
No kidding, then when he said to me, "Earlier, your daughter asked how old Adam was when he was born", she piped up,
"Thats what I asked too".
Oh Lord.
My daughter often channels Chrissie Snow. For instance the other day she asked my hub how old her little brother was when he was born.
No kidding, then when he said to me, "Earlier, your daughter asked how old Adam was when he was born", she piped up,
"Thats what I asked too".
Oh Lord.
Brain cells...
...have evidently left me for brighter horizons. It is pretty sad when I sit down and play a game of "memory cards" with my kids and I dont have to let them win. What on earth is wrong with me.
Now, this was actually very troublesome to me. I was WORRIED when my 5 year old BEAT the Pluto slippers off of me in the game.
Dont get me wrong, Im happy that he doesnt have "...memory developement problems" like his former FP's told me. Nope, no problem there at all. With any of them.
In fact, Ive learned something interesting about my daughter. She does remember. All those times when she says, "I forgot", were just excuses, in fact Im going to say she was lying based on her amazing memory skills in this game. She could be champion of the world, at it. So, now when she says, "I forgot" after she has done something she was told NOT to do, I will know.
So, even though this game has left me feeling mentally disabled, it has opened my eyes to the capabilities of my daughter.
As for my feelings about my own seemingly deminished capacities....my mom said its just due to being older. I hope she's right. She was probably just saying that, being a nice mom and all. No wonder MATH is so hard for me.
Now, this was actually very troublesome to me. I was WORRIED when my 5 year old BEAT the Pluto slippers off of me in the game.
Dont get me wrong, Im happy that he doesnt have "...memory developement problems" like his former FP's told me. Nope, no problem there at all. With any of them.
In fact, Ive learned something interesting about my daughter. She does remember. All those times when she says, "I forgot", were just excuses, in fact Im going to say she was lying based on her amazing memory skills in this game. She could be champion of the world, at it. So, now when she says, "I forgot" after she has done something she was told NOT to do, I will know.
So, even though this game has left me feeling mentally disabled, it has opened my eyes to the capabilities of my daughter.
As for my feelings about my own seemingly deminished capacities....my mom said its just due to being older. I hope she's right. She was probably just saying that, being a nice mom and all. No wonder MATH is so hard for me.
Hawaii...
I wish that I was writing Hawaii as a subject because it meant that I was going. It doesnt.
It means that my parents who celebrated thier 50th wedding anniversary last December, are going for a late anniversary gift. From my brother and moi and my hub.
It means we will be dog-sitting Georgie Porgie while they are gone. Hes extremely small, and extremely smart (he should help me with math), and extremely annoying when you are trying to sleep. Hes so small that I have horrible visions of a hawk or owl sweeping him away for a midnight snack while he is going potty at night. So, I dont just put him out and close the door, then come get him in five minutes. I have to GO with him. Our dogs use a dog door, but he refuses, because he is that smart that he can refuse things.
It means that they will bringing back, I think, nifty gifts for the kids.
It means that I will have to do my own weeding, because right now my retired and often bored father does it for me.
My brother gets to go. My parents are getting up thier in age and it is wise to send someone responsible and brainy like my brother with them. Safety first, I always say. Well, I dont always say that, but it seems to fit here.
So, the reason we (hub and I) are not going is becaue of our newly adopted children, but its worth it. Am I sad that I am not going? Somewhat. I could use some more ocean swimming, pig roasts and a fruity drink with an umbrella in it, but its ok. Its not like I havent had my share of moments like that.
What I havent had my share of though, is moments with my kids, because they havent been with us all that long, and Im looking foward to more of those good moments. In fact I think Ill compromise, Ill make smoothies, and put umbrellas in them. We can drink them by the pool, weather permitting, maybe I will even force everyone to wear their Hawaiian type shirts. We will pretend and raise our smoothies to Grandma and Grandpa, and Uncle Willy and wish them a safe happy trip.
It means that my parents who celebrated thier 50th wedding anniversary last December, are going for a late anniversary gift. From my brother and moi and my hub.
It means we will be dog-sitting Georgie Porgie while they are gone. Hes extremely small, and extremely smart (he should help me with math), and extremely annoying when you are trying to sleep. Hes so small that I have horrible visions of a hawk or owl sweeping him away for a midnight snack while he is going potty at night. So, I dont just put him out and close the door, then come get him in five minutes. I have to GO with him. Our dogs use a dog door, but he refuses, because he is that smart that he can refuse things.
It means that they will bringing back, I think, nifty gifts for the kids.
It means that I will have to do my own weeding, because right now my retired and often bored father does it for me.
My brother gets to go. My parents are getting up thier in age and it is wise to send someone responsible and brainy like my brother with them. Safety first, I always say. Well, I dont always say that, but it seems to fit here.
So, the reason we (hub and I) are not going is becaue of our newly adopted children, but its worth it. Am I sad that I am not going? Somewhat. I could use some more ocean swimming, pig roasts and a fruity drink with an umbrella in it, but its ok. Its not like I havent had my share of moments like that.
What I havent had my share of though, is moments with my kids, because they havent been with us all that long, and Im looking foward to more of those good moments. In fact I think Ill compromise, Ill make smoothies, and put umbrellas in them. We can drink them by the pool, weather permitting, maybe I will even force everyone to wear their Hawaiian type shirts. We will pretend and raise our smoothies to Grandma and Grandpa, and Uncle Willy and wish them a safe happy trip.
Just as I suspected....
after my stupitt math assessment, it's official, I have to go back to Head Start.
It didnt help though that my smarty-pants son was plastered up against my side on the couch as I was doing the math, with his pencil and paper in hand trying to work the problems out with me. And telling me what to do. A couple times, I almost LISTENED to him. Well, I didnt know the answer and he seemed so confident. Then I remembered that he is NINE and going into the 4th grade, and thinks he knows EVERYTHING.
Oh dear, Im in trouble when he is a teen and just KNOWS he knows it all.
Why, oh why, do I need math to sit in a room and listen to people's problems? Unless of course thier problem is math...then they have a bigger problem because it means they are in the wrong office!
It didnt help though that my smarty-pants son was plastered up against my side on the couch as I was doing the math, with his pencil and paper in hand trying to work the problems out with me. And telling me what to do. A couple times, I almost LISTENED to him. Well, I didnt know the answer and he seemed so confident. Then I remembered that he is NINE and going into the 4th grade, and thinks he knows EVERYTHING.
Oh dear, Im in trouble when he is a teen and just KNOWS he knows it all.
Why, oh why, do I need math to sit in a room and listen to people's problems? Unless of course thier problem is math...then they have a bigger problem because it means they are in the wrong office!
Monday, August 25, 2008
I know you are out there...
because I see my number counter has gone up quite a bit since I last checked. So, for Pete's sake, if your reading could you give me a comment? Please? Dont make me beg....Thanks to Erin, who always makes me feel loved.
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