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Tool Girl Time

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When preparing for TLE’s birthday party, I fielded the normal questions on what she wanted for her birthday. Ever since watching an episode of Sid the Science Kid back in October that featured the idea of recycling things, TLE has routinely used her imagination and whatever she’s found around the house to create new toys. Boxes, tape, doodads and whatsits that would normally end up in the trash have routinely become space ships and cars, robots and giraffes and everything in between in TLE’s hands.

Ready made toys (with the exceptions of My Little Pony and maybe a few superheroes, which she always loves) were out — crafts and anything building related were in. I drew up an Amazon gift list that included some of her favorite building toys, books and craft supplies which she got in great abundance and has been having fun with ever since. (She even got some new favorites like Crystal Climbers! What a fun and pretty building toy!)

My friends Kung Fu Guy ™ and Karate Gal ™ took the build-your-own toy concept one step further. Their present to her included a stuff-your-own stuffed toy kit, story cubes, a rainbow nightlight as well as a few other surprises.

TLE and her screwdrivers

“Is that a tool kit??” asked our roommate Rainbow Dash.

“Kung Fu Guy ™ bought it for her.” I explained.

“Oh!” Rainbow Dash nodded. “Well, that makes sense.” (These are the kinds of friends we have. We  love them.)

As Kung Fu Guy ™ explained, he and Karate Gal ™ believed it was high time that TLE learn to use real tools. We are totally behind because… dude, tools! Perfect for a budding mini-Maker like TLE. I remember how much fun I had as a kid, taking things apart to see how they worked. At least now she doesn’t have to steal my tools the way I stole my dad’s :)

Once all her presents were opened, Karate Gal ™ gave TLE and the other kids a lesson in using the tool kit. And later, when I finally found AAA batteries for her new rainbow nightlight, TLE showed me that she was able to unscrew the battery plate and put the batteries in all by herself.

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Pretty cool for five years old! How’s that for Miss Independent?! :D

I can’t wait until she takes apart computers by herself!! <3 <3

… whoa, waitasec O_O;

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Gimme a brick…

WARNING: Time for a rant! Also: not my baby :)

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We’ve always embraced attachment parenting (AP) principles. Frankly, if it weren’t for the AP pillars of co-sleeping, babywearing and extended breastfeeding, I would have lost my marbles a long time ago. (Arguably, I never had them to begin with, but whatever.)

And while I’m more than happy to talk about AP ad naseum online, in real life, I tend to keep my opinions on parenting to myself. No matter how much I believe in AP as the right choice for our family, the truth is that it’s not for everyone. AP is very intensive; critics would argue too intensive. If you’re in a partnership, that relationship is forever changed and frankly, I don’t think all partnered parents can handle the fundamental shifts that AP demands.  I’ll go so far as to say that a parent does sacrifice a lot of their individuality to embrace attachment parenting principles. But for those of us who abide by such principles, the deep bonds of trust you forge with your children are well the sacrifice.

Also, I make for a horrible attachment parenting advocate.  I am constantly having to field the misunderstandings of what AP is and isn’t. (Damn you TIME for the misleading cover!)  I wholly believe in AP’s principles:

The essence of Attachment Parenting is about forming and nurturing strong connections between parents and their children. Attachment Parenting challenges us as parents to treat our children with kindness, respect and dignity, and to model in our interactions with them the way we’d like them to interact with others.

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Unfortuantely, AP’s often misconstrued as a form of helicopter parenting, indulgent and too child centered. (I’m still trying to figure out how you can be “too” child centered as a parent but I digress.)

Far from being the mature, well-spoken spokesparent that I think AP deserves — and ignoring the fact that AP is about removing violence – my natural inclination is to settle the aforementioned misunderstandings with a brick to the head.

I am a HORRIBLE attachment parenting advocate.

Case in point: Today, I was at the local elementary school, dropping TLE off for her weekly speech therapy session. While I was there, I happened upon two ladies, an older lady of grandmother-ish age and a young mom with a baby in a stroller, presumably there to pick up one or more of her older children. The two ladies obviously knew each other and the younger one asked about the older lady’s grandbaby.

The older lady went on to describe how her son picks up his infant whenever he cries. “Oh god, he’s spoiled him!” the lady lamented. . ”If you respond to their cries, they’ll always think that you’re going to do it.”

And I started to look for a brick. Lucky for her, the ones within immediate reach were well mortared into place.

The other lady was also aghast. “Right,” she agreed, pushing her stroller. “Kids, you have to teach them to self soothe while they’re babies. Let them cry, they’ll figure it out.”

“Exactly. We have other stuff to do, right?”

I’ll say this: you’re free to have your opinion and likewise, I’m free to have mine. That being said, I feel pretty strongly about the idea of letting your baby cry it out. And by pretty strongly I mean F*CKING HATE IT. If the foundation of AP is building trust with your child, then CIO is the ultimate in breaking that trust. And at some point, it’s not about attachment parenting principles anymore, it’s about common human decency.

Letting your older child cry out a tantrum is one thing but in my book, willfully allowing your infant to cry it out nothing short of child abuse. Babies cry because they need something, whether it’s to be fed, changed, held or otherwise interacted with. So I guess, yeah, they are crying to manipulate you into something. God forbid your baby grow up to think that, I don’t know, you’re going to pay attention to them when they need it.

Imagine being completely helpless, unable to do anything for yourself besides cry to get your needs met. If you feel hungry or need to be changed or, hell, you’re just plain lonely — you cry because that’s the only form of communication you have. But no one comes. You’re still hungry/poopy/lonely and no one’s coming to aid you. So you cry harder. And still no one comes. So you cry even harder. And still, no one’s there. So finally, you give up defeated because no one’s coming. You learn to stop crying because no one is coming when you cry.

If a care worker in a health care facility were to systematically ignore the cries of a patient in need, it would probably be considered abuse. Yet parents do this every day to helpless babies and as a society, we call this good parenting and congratulate parents on teaching their child to self soothe?

Dammit, where’s my brick?!

I know that sometimes there are things that need to be done  – especially if you have older children that also need you. And that’s understandable. But for eff’s sake, at least look in on the child. Don’t ignore the baby because your hands are full. (And don’t get me started on CIO as a sleep training method. Somehow, that’s even worse. Respond to your baby during the day but at night, ignore them so everyone could get a good night’s sleep? At what cost, I ask?)

People that use the “other things to do” excuse get absolutely no sympathy from me. I had a baby who refused to take no for an answer and so I learned to do damned near everything with her strapped onto me at all times. If I can do it — with lupus, no less, though I didn’t know it at the time — chances are other people can do.

Also? How much a baby cries is not so reflective of  one’s parenting skills as it is the baby’s own temperament. Some babies cry less naturally — you call these the “easy” babies. They cry and fuss a little when they’re wet or hungry and otherwise, are little angels because apparently “good” babies are ones that we can’t hear. Others are more sensitive — these are the high needs babies who tend to be more sensitive and cry at the littlest disruption to the world as they know it.  But you know what? Responding to their cries will shorten their cries but guess what, they’ll still do it because that’s how they’re wired.   Amazing how that works.

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Odd Duck

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I often say that TLE is a unique kid. While all kids are unique little snowflakes in their own right, I don’t think that we can argue that the kid that insists on being a cat while everyone else is having tea party is truly in her own category.

Being one of a kind, however, has its downsides.

One thing most adults notice about TLE is that she’s (usually) ridiculously friendly. (Apparently, just not to Santa. Or Yoda, for that matter.) Sometimes overly so, like when she when she rolled down her window to wave at the gangbangers in the car next door kind. Now I don’t know that they were gangbangers but it was a rough part of town with four hard looking dudes playing rap in a belongs in a 1990s Snoop Dogg video low-rider. (Why, yes, I freaked the hell out, how’d you guess??? )

She’s also friendly towards kids, almost always taking the opportunity to engage other little kids she may meet. This generally starts with a simple “hi” and then an excited torrent of whatever happens to be on her mind. Unfortunately, her garbled when excited speech coupled with her penchant for out of the box thinking means that it’s hard for some kids to really get a handle on her. And when that happens, a lot tend to shy away.

I took TLE to the mall to recently to let her play in the indoor playground. She was loving it, jumping from all the foam structures and having a general blast on her own. There was a group of three or four girls that were around her age, too. At some point, she tried to play with them. I caught her saying hi but missed the next part of the exchange. When I looked back, I swear to god, I witnessed the kindergarten version of ding dong ditch as the self-appointed “leader” of the little group made it a point to snub her and her obedient little mini-sheeples went with her. I caught their moms watching but shrugging and going back to their conversation.

TLE came up to cuddle with me a little and said to me in a little voice, “Mommy, I tried to play with those girls but they didn’t want to play with me.” She paused and cuddled a little more. “That makes me feel bad.”

The Mama Bear instinct kicked in and it took everything I had not to:

  • tear into those little girls (and toss my coffee in their moms’ faces)
  •  burst into tears for my daughter

I cuddled her and told TLE that sometimes, we can’t always get people to play with us. I told her that it’s their loss because now they won’t know how fun she is to play with. She accepted it and went back to play.

Another boy followed her around and asked her (as well as anyone in the vicinity) to play a game with him. After repeated invites, she joined and had fun pretending to be his cat. (I’m pretty sure the game was some kind of race/chase game but the little boy rolled with it and she played with him and a few others for awhile before drifting off to do her own thing again.

And as a parent, I’m really torn about what to do about TLE’s odd-duckness. The ability to make friends is a key human trait but we all make friends differently. I don’t want her to think that her way of making friends is somehow “wrong.  I don’t want to “fix” her because she’s not broken. She may not have a lot of friends but those that she does have, she likes fiercely and it’s clear that they mean a great deal to her.

Even so, I  worry about what her  general social awkwardness will mean for her in the future. She could outgrow it or she may not. Our society is so duplicitous, where we say we value uniqueness when in reality, what is really valued is homogeneousness.

Above all, I think she’s so beautiful for being so unafraid of being unique and I never, ever want her to lose that.

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Santa Fail

Generally speaking, TLE’s pretty friendly when it comes to adults, so much so that I’ve had to remind her (often) that not everyone is as friendly as she is and OMG please don’t  roll down the window to wave hello to random people on the street. As far as Santa goes, she’s admired him from afar but there’s just something about actually meeting him in person that turns her into a skittish little scaredy cat. Even so, last year’s visit at a pancake breakfast with Santa included a visit that was uneventful to the point of boredom. I had high hopes for this year’s Santa visit. After years of nothing but mall Santa disasters, I was sure that at the mature age of more than 4 1/2 years old, TLE could finally manage to have a decent visit with the big guy.

We planned a very special holiday family day out, including a few hours at Super Franks and lunch with Daddy at a nice restaurant. She behaved about as well as you could expect for a four year old hopped on the holidays. By the time we got in line to see Santa, the excitement on her face was unmistakable. Good thing, too, because the line was longer than I thought it should be for the middle of the day two weeks before Christmas.

Finally, after her jumping with joy every two minutes, it was our turn. I expected her to race right towards Santa and rattle off her list.

Instead, TLE let out a squeal of terror and buried herself behind me.  ”Mommy!” she wailed. “I’m shy!”

If there was a desk that could have *headdesked* on, I would have.

Having come this far to talk with Santa — and knowing she would throw a fit later for not having spoken to him when she had the chance — I coaxed her out and asked if she wanted me to come with her. She nodded and up we went.

To no one’s surprise, she refused to sit on his knee. Having done this before, I sat next to Santa with her on my lap. But she refused to look at him or even speak to him. I asked her to tell Santa what she wanted for Christmas. After several moments of hesitation, she finally whispered into my ear what she wanted which I then relayed to Santa.

“Vampire teeth. A set of fake vampire teeth,” I clarified as TLE amended her original request. “And a rubber snake.”

Santa’s face went blank for a moment. “It sounds like a trip to Spencer’s…” he said after he recovered the power of speech.

During the entire exchange, TLE had her face buried in my shoulder. The picture staff asked us to pose and smile, which was easier said than done because TLE did not want to turn around. Finally, we managed two shots. With a weak smile and a whispered “thank you” from TLE, we were off.

The picture folks showed me the proofs, assuring me that I didn’t have to buy the photos of I didn’t want to. And I debated not wasting the money on them because, well… wow. Then it dawned on me that I should buy them for that very reason. So here it is. I’m sorry, TLE. The story is too good not to share.

 

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Busy

First Day at Gymnastics

With the new school year came an entirely new schedule. Instead of sitting around at home during the afternoon, TLE now has an activity almost every day including two sessions of gymnastics, a session of speech therapy, a weekly playdate with some friends, and then a visit with the grandparents. I’m figuring on sticking in a weekly library visit on our one “free” day because she adores the library. (And we’re obviously not busy enough!)

Gymnastics is a high point of her week.We’d visited the gymnastics center before through Mommy group playdates and she’d always enjoyed running around on the floor and playing on the trampoline. I recently attended a swap meet held at the center which included two hours of free play for the kids for the low price of $5. Um, YES!  TLE amazed me with the ease she took to tumbling.

The downside is that it is pricey, especially with her attending twice a week, and we could not afford it on our own. Luckily, her grandparents (my in laws) are paying for the lessons. She’s having a blast and I’m glad. It took her a week or two to acclimate to the listening to her teacher instead of free playing in the gym. But eventually she has gotten better and I can see her really trying hard to listen to her teacher. I can see the struggle sometimes — it’s a lot like watching a bottle of soda being shaken up — but usually she gets the urge under control and does what she’s instructed.

Her classes are non-competitive and they give parents a booklet to help record their progress. In just two weeks of lessons, she’s nearly completed the first level of the KinderGym skills. Great job, TLE!! She likes to watch the big kids during their team practices and is amazed at what they can do. I keep telling her that if she works hard, listens to her teachers and keeps practicing, she will be able to do the handstands, somersaults and all the other things the big girls do, too.

The new schedule has us running around more than we ever have. The first week or so, I was exhausted! I can’t even fathom how parents that work out of the home and/or multiple children do this without losing their sanity. I am so very grateful to have this opportunity to stay home and be able to do these things with her.

Modeling her new leotard

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Mischievous Cheek

A few days ago, The Hubs ™ had something — I forgot what exactly — that he wanted to show TLE. So he said, “We’ve got a surprise waiting for a good little girl who listens to her Mommy and Daddy.”

Without missing a beat, TLE looked at him wide eyed and said, “So not for me then?”

 

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First Day Mug Shot

Here you go, TLE! Your first day of pre-kindergarten,

immortalized for the whole Internet to see! (You’re welcome!)

It’s so Pinterest-chic right now to take pictures of your kids on their first day of school with a print out that shows what grade they’re going in to. TLE’s been going to school since she was 2 years old and she’s been going to her current school for well over a year so this was hardly her “first” day. But it was her first day in a new classroom so photos were in order.

This is the photo outside her classroom door that did not make the Shutterfly album cut because it looks more like a mug shot than a happy first day of school shot. Hardly happy memory material to share with the grandparents.

Of course, this is the very criteria that make it quality blog material IMHO. So up on the Internet it goes!

According to The Hubs ™, the look on her face is actually saying, “Oh god, my mom is so Filipino. Stop with the photos already.

For those wondering where she gets such wonderful facial expressions, here he is in a rare blog appearance, the fabulous contributor of the other half of TLE’s genetic code, giving me pretty much the same look.

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Disciplinarian

Impulse control seems to be one of TLE’s biggest issues lately and it’s been getting steadily more disruptive.  She is constantly interrupting when adults are talking, a real pet peeve for all the adults in this household because we can barely get a word in edgewise.  She’s missed out on turns at her gymnastics lessons because she can’t stop herself from touching the trampoline even when she’s been told not to.

We had a talk about it:

  • Me: “What happens when you put your hands on the trampoline when Miss Gymnastics Teacher told you not to?”
  • TLE: “I don’t get to bounce on the trampoline.”
  • Me: “So what do you need to do if you want to bounce on the trampoline?”
  • TLE: “I need to listen to my teacher.”

She’s also been saying things that are hurtful.   It happens again and again.

A few weeks ago, she said quite out of the blue, “Mommy you’re a dumb*ss” which earned her a timeout. The Hubs ™ thought I was being too rough on her.  He pointed out that even though she has a large vocabulary, we know that she “parrots” some words without a real understanding of what they mean. Add on to that the fact that “dumb*ss” can very well be a term of affection in our house — we’re all very dryly sarcastic/snarky — and Houston, we’ve got Problems ™.

I always ask her “Why did you do/say that?” and more often than not the answer is “Because I wanted to.” And even when we take the time to explain to her that she has to listen to her teachers or shouldn’t say rude/mean, it never seems to sink in.

If these were one off incidents, it would be easier to handle. But they have been happening more and more frequently, despite consistent punishment and two-way dialogue about why it is not good to do these. I ask her how she would feel if someone interrupted her/said something rude to her. She acknowledges that she would not like it and/or it would make her feel bad, that the same actions would make someone else feel bad, and that it isn’t good to do it to someone else. Yet these things just. keep. happening.

I feel like a monster because it seems like all I do is discipline her and/or withhold “fun things” (screen time, toys, special time out) as part of punishment.

I try to praise her every chance I get — “Good job asking before interuppting” or “I see you listened really well to your teacher today!” — but positive reinforcement only gets us so far.

I know she’s self-conscious about her behavior. It seems like she’s getting constant corrections — not just from me, but everyone — and reminders, no matter how gentle, to “be good.” And I know that it stresses her out because she’s cried out in her sleep, “Mommy, don’t take my toy away. I’ll be good!”

F*ck if I don’t feel like a monster. :(

 

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The Dust Catcher

Dust Catcher

Our preschool mornings (read: every weekday morning) is usually full of rush-rush-rush, punctuated by my frequent (and frustrated) calls of, “Come on, you’re going to be late!!”

Keeping TLE focused on the morning routine is a constant struggle. It got better once we set a predictable routine but both TLE and I are prone to wandering off/forgetting what we’re doing until I look at the clock and whinge about the time.

One we were just almost ready to leave — all that remained was for TLE to put on her shoes and socks and we would be out the door. But as she was walking downstairs to select her shoes, she got distracted.  ”Mommy, Mommy, look there’s little things in the light!”

Completely forgetting what she was supposed to be doing, she twirled this way and that, reaching her arms up, scooping down and even sticking out her tongue in an attempt to catch the dust. I grabbed my camera.

She was late to preschool that morning. But I don’t think either of us cared.

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Running before walking

Free Spirit

Free Spirit

TLE’s speech issues have continued to be an issue. When she was first diagnosed with her speech delay at 24 months, we received services through Regional Center. Unfortunately, early intervention services through the county stop at age three, after which time kids that still need services are then referred to their local school district.

By the time she left early intervention, her therapists and teachers had noted that her social skills were more on par with a 5 year old (!!) than a 3 year old. Her speech therapist at the time had said that she doubted she would still qualify for services. She had been accepted into the preschool scholarship program which would give her plenty of peer-modeling for her speech.  Figuring she was in the clear, I thought it was “safe” to forego further speech interventions.

It seemed to work. At three years old, TLE started talking a lot more. Her vocabulary sky rocketed and her so did her sentence structure. But her speech was (and continues to be) very garbled a lot of the time. As I like to say, she talks kind of like a Furby. While her speech got better and better, her continued speech issues were painfully obvious when you listened to her and her classmates talk side by side. TLE may have had a bigger vocabulary but her peers spoke far more clearly.

Even now, her teachers — who have been teaching her for over a year — still have to ask me to “translate” her speech from time to time. They’ve gotten better at deciphering it but at four years old, most people have a lot of difficulty understanding what she is saying and look to me to translate.

We finally got the opportunity to have her speech evaluated by the local school district. It turns out that she’s got a phenomenal vocabulary and advanced grasp of various concepts. Her pronunciation is… well… not nearly as phenomenal. It looks like she learned to run before she could walk when it comes to her speech!

The good news is that she qualifies for speech therapy which she’ll be getting once a week in a small group for the next year or so. We’ve got a date for her initial IEP. I also made the speech therapist aware that there is also a tentative diagnosis ADHD. This may not have any bearing on the current speech issues but I figure the sooner I can get it documented, the easier it should be for us to show them that she may qualify for accommodations down the line.

Admittedly, I have my reservations about starting her in the public school system. As helpful as the evaluation was, it also cast significant doubt in my mind about whether or not the traditional public school classroom is the best learning environment for TLE. Even so, I’m grateful that the support structure is there to provide the special education that TLE requires and that we are free to use it as we need to help educate her.

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