Dear World.
Jan. 4th, 2010 11:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyburgFear me. I am vertical, not sick, caffeinated and everything went perfectly this morning.
Kid did not want to go to school, and went happily to play once he got there. I consider this a victory, a relief and any other kind of good thing you can name. Considering that I was afraid of separation issues related to being gone from everyone he knew for two weeks - and I never really saw anything like that, I'm reassured.
Then we add some significant work towards his relationship to us that I did NOT expect to see (kid did not want to be away from me, which is new), I consider the holiday experiment a complete success. I had a snuggler most mornings during the break. I had one instance where he thought he was going to get left behind and melted down over it. (Opportunity to reinforce the whole idea of 'kid, I am NEVER going anywhere without you' and immediately show him it. Win.)
He is going back to preschool with bandaids on all ten fingers. I'd like to get on top of the 'nibbled down to nothing' fingernail issues we continue to deal with. (He also has a side issues of cuticles from heck that really should be manicured regularly, like haircuts. I can see where some of this came from. Holy chrome. Have got to find a good manicure kit - the el cheapo nippers are not going to cut this, not a chance.)
Sis got him a shirt for Christmas that says 'Hide your daughters' and we lost it getting home. Bugger.
I'm overthinking every possible deviation from normal routine - but I'm not getting the worst or more than I expect anymore. That isn't keeping me from doing it, mind. Some parents overprotect by controlling - you know what I mean. I'm overprotective by making sure kid never is abandoned to strangers he doesn't know, no matter what. This makes for very strange emails to fellow staff for AOD. >_<
Final hearing on his readoption is in two weeks, and the day after? Beach party! I want a huge roaring fire in a firepit, s'mores, burned hot dogs, the works. (Ooops. Gotta go get that dialed up.)
Other related kid wow - waiting outside Marukai New Year's Day, he checked out the maps Cingular had out for their wonder 3G coverage (you know the ones, against wimpy AT&T?) - kid asked 'where are we?' - I pointed, he responded 'California! I want to go to Texas!' And pointed straight at Austin. 'And then Maine! I wanna go to Maine, Mommy!'
Okay, baby. We'll see. Dead serious. I think I need to go get a periodic chart of the elements for him to memorize. He keeps tossing this stuff at me - keep in mind, I can remember the day I put it together where California was, and when I actually began reading. I was easily five years and change. This is four, in a second language, after everything else he's had to get his head around.
I'm so dead. *laughs*
We finished off the break by going to see the Chipmunks movie. Betty Thomas directed it - I am so stoked.
Two big events this month - gotta get on 'em. Got plenty of work to do too. Gods, I am almost going to be relieved not to be chowing down on stuff that is akin to eating a stick of butter at every meal. Seriously.
Kid did not want to go to school, and went happily to play once he got there. I consider this a victory, a relief and any other kind of good thing you can name. Considering that I was afraid of separation issues related to being gone from everyone he knew for two weeks - and I never really saw anything like that, I'm reassured.
Then we add some significant work towards his relationship to us that I did NOT expect to see (kid did not want to be away from me, which is new), I consider the holiday experiment a complete success. I had a snuggler most mornings during the break. I had one instance where he thought he was going to get left behind and melted down over it. (Opportunity to reinforce the whole idea of 'kid, I am NEVER going anywhere without you' and immediately show him it. Win.)
He is going back to preschool with bandaids on all ten fingers. I'd like to get on top of the 'nibbled down to nothing' fingernail issues we continue to deal with. (He also has a side issues of cuticles from heck that really should be manicured regularly, like haircuts. I can see where some of this came from. Holy chrome. Have got to find a good manicure kit - the el cheapo nippers are not going to cut this, not a chance.)
Sis got him a shirt for Christmas that says 'Hide your daughters' and we lost it getting home. Bugger.
I'm overthinking every possible deviation from normal routine - but I'm not getting the worst or more than I expect anymore. That isn't keeping me from doing it, mind. Some parents overprotect by controlling - you know what I mean. I'm overprotective by making sure kid never is abandoned to strangers he doesn't know, no matter what. This makes for very strange emails to fellow staff for AOD. >_<
Final hearing on his readoption is in two weeks, and the day after? Beach party! I want a huge roaring fire in a firepit, s'mores, burned hot dogs, the works. (Ooops. Gotta go get that dialed up.)
Other related kid wow - waiting outside Marukai New Year's Day, he checked out the maps Cingular had out for their wonder 3G coverage (you know the ones, against wimpy AT&T?) - kid asked 'where are we?' - I pointed, he responded 'California! I want to go to Texas!' And pointed straight at Austin. 'And then Maine! I wanna go to Maine, Mommy!'
Okay, baby. We'll see. Dead serious. I think I need to go get a periodic chart of the elements for him to memorize. He keeps tossing this stuff at me - keep in mind, I can remember the day I put it together where California was, and when I actually began reading. I was easily five years and change. This is four, in a second language, after everything else he's had to get his head around.
I'm so dead. *laughs*
We finished off the break by going to see the Chipmunks movie. Betty Thomas directed it - I am so stoked.
Two big events this month - gotta get on 'em. Got plenty of work to do too. Gods, I am almost going to be relieved not to be chowing down on stuff that is akin to eating a stick of butter at every meal. Seriously.
