Archive for December, 2008

War….what is it good for?

     C’s new obsession is guns and war. He discovered both this year with his very patriotic teacher who has talked about the war a few times. Yet his interest is not in the traditional “I want a toy gun” vein, but rather the “Guns scare the poop out of me” way. He wants to know all about wars and guns, and fear is behind the questions. We try to answer them, because we know in the greater picture of this obsession, he’s trying to sort out bad guys and good guys and all of that. He’s finally decided that perhaps Nerf guns might be acceptable after repeated assurances that they won’t kill anyone, but he was worried about the glue gun I used on a recent craft project. “Does it shoot bullets?” he asked. No, but the burns I suffered are apparently okay by him. As long as it doesn’t shoot anything.

     Once C found out Husband used to be a park ranger/law enforcement officer, it about sent him over the edge and took us with him after the zillion questions he asked. “What are bullets made of” “Do guns weigh a lot?” “I never want to touch a gun. Do I have to someday?” “Is every person that has a gun  mean?” “If you have a gun, do you have to go to war?” “Why do police officers carry guns?” All good questions, and ones I felt I had to answer as calmly and succinctly as possible so as not to arouse additional stress, concern, worry or obsession.

     We see, however, the obsession spilling over into fear. Everything that is scary now involves a gun. He wants to know which movies, video games and TV shows have guns. There’s a surprising amount of violence in even seemingly benign Disney movies (Ratatouille caused the latest “run screaming from the room” incident), and I believe he may never truly outgrow this fear. I don’t really care if he never gets past Thomas the Train movies and into Batman, but I suspect he’ll take some heat from the boys on it eventually.

     So when he screamed for me last night, at 2:15 in a particularly frantic voice, I figured it had something to do with guns. He’s had a bad dream, he said, and could only tell me there was a gun in it. I asked him if it was a purple dream, had polka dots in it, or if a giraffe was walking through the dream, and that seemed to calm him down. But I knew that wasn’t the end of it, and sure enough today, in the middle of his daily barrage of questions about guns, he used his power of logic to solve the problem. “I know,” he said. “when I’m grown up, I’ll just make them all cost so much that no one can buy them.”

     Best idea I’ve heard all year.

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December 22, 2008 at 8:50 pm 9 comments

The Developmental Roller Coaster

     Years ago I stopped consulting the developmental charts. For a long time, it worried us terribly that C didn’t catch up. Given his prematurity, we operated under the premise that he would catch up by age two. Two, and then three, came and went with no catch up in sight. Eventually, I’d see the little poster in the doctor’s office with the milestones and when they should be met, and I’d chuckle and know we needed a completely new developmental chart for C. It would probably look something like this:

Walking:  Oh, sometime around 20 months. But there should be no toddling around. Don’t wait for that first, tentative step followed by lots of bumps and bruises as the skill is perfected. One day, he’ll just stand up and walk, and that will be that.

Talking:  Well, in theory that should happen shortly after walking. The all-knowing developmental therapist feels sure that C can only “work” on one thing at a time, and right now that’s walking. Surely he’ll do it right after he learns to walk. Or perhaps a couple of years later.

Nodding head “yes” and shaking head “no:”  Don’t know about that one. C’s still trying to figure out how to do that. The developmental charts put that skill at around 19 months. Apparently it’s in fact sometime around 8 years old.

Reading: Oh, that’s easy. He will learn that all by himself before age 3. It won’t be obvious, because he doesn’t really talk, but before long it will become clear he can read every word he can say, and then some.

Running:  It won’t be pretty, and actually will be fairly entertaining to watch from behind, but he’ll be able to do that fairly soon after learning to walk. It may never be a normal gait, but it will get him where he needs to go.

Sequence counting:  He’ll amaze people in lines by counting by 12s and 13s long before he should be able to. He’ll also be able to say the alphabet backward faster than should be normal.

Walking down stairs properly instead of using a “step-together-step-together pattern:”  I dunno, maybe never?

     So thanks anyway, What to Expect  books and posters at the doctor’s office, but I think I’ll stick with the “C Developmental Milestone Chart.” On that chart, everything C does happens Right. On. Time.

December 17, 2008 at 10:53 pm 8 comments

C-isms, Part XI

After throwing a ball, “Fetch, Mommy, GO FETCH!!!”

After telling C we were going Christmas shopping, “Remember, Mommy, Christmas costs less at Walmart.”

“Gold dust is very magical. That’s what Alec Baldwin told me.” (Alec Baldwin narrates his favorite Thomas the Train movie.)

“Mommy, I’m not going to buy my own car when I grow up. I’m going to get one on Wheel of Fortune.”

(From class writing) When I get hungry…”I eat tings and pretzels because they are good. I like food with calories.”

I wish I could be like…”Thomas the Train because I like trains. I also want to be like a miner. I want to be like a marble.”

I wish I could look like…”Barack Obama because he is a president. I want to be like Mrs. B because she is nice. I wish I could be like the same.”

If I could change one thing…”for the world and it will be to stop the war. Wars are not so good. I also will change school to a playground maybe. I will change school to Wheel of Fortune. I will change school to a different country.” 

“Mommy, did you know that the spare group of 49 is 7?”

December 16, 2008 at 10:22 pm 7 comments

Wake up call

     For whatever reason, I am usually the one getting up with C in the middle of the night if he needs something. “How did you sleep last night?” Husband will say, usually followed by my tired litany of how many times I got up for C, followed by my by then awake enough to be astounded. “You mean you didn’t hear him screaming over the monitor???” I’ll say, incredulously. Truth be told, Husband is great about doing the early morning “I NEED A WIPE!” hollers that we get a few mornings a week (that’s another post altogether). Frankly, I envy Husband’s ability to sleep through a hurricane, tornado, hail storm, ambulance in the front room, coyotes outside our bedroom window, or the sounds of the high school band wafting up to our neighborhood on football nights.

     But every once in awhile, C will specifically call out for Daddy. Husband must be in tune to his own name, because when C called “Daddy!” one  wee hour of the morning this weekend, followed by a more frantic, “DADDDYYYY!!!!!!” he managed to stumble out of bed. I blissfully rolled over, grateful that whatever was going on, it was clearly a Daddy issue. Those usually involve needing bandaids in the middle of the night for an owie, either real or imagined (Daddy is a much better bandaid administer-er, a talent I have acknowledged over and over to C in the hopes that some of those middle of the night owies will fall to Husband instead). Yet apparently there is a new skill C feels Daddy possesses: Bug wrangler.

     “THERE’S A BUG IN MY TOILET, DADDY! GET IT OUT!”

December 14, 2008 at 10:19 pm 9 comments

Sad

I watch from afar

As he runs silently around the playground

Happily, with a smile on his face.

He darts to and fro,

Searching for someone or something.

He takes a turn on the slide,

Runs around some more,

And then lines up for class.

All the while, that silent smile stays on his face.

And I wonder as I retreat and leave him for the day

How a child in such a large group of children

Can appear so completely and utterly

Alone.

December 11, 2008 at 5:17 am 13 comments

Wordless Wednesday

Best Friends

Best Friends

December 10, 2008 at 4:41 am 8 comments

Telling it like it is

To Whom It May Concern:

     It appears that my son C has had his share of developmental evaluations over the years. From one therapist to another we have made the rounds, completed by Preschool Language Scales, CELFs, EVTs, Language Acquisition Challenge Test, SPELT scores, Expressive One-Word Picture Vocabulary Test, DIAL-3 Language screening, Peabody Picture Vocabulary Test, Peabody Developmental Motor Skills, Bayley Scales of Infant Development, Bruininks-Oseretsky Test of Motor Proficiency, Sensory Profile, Beery Test, B.O. Motor Test, and the Vineland Scales. These objectively scored tests don’t really tell me much about my child, so what follows is my evaluation after nearly 8 years of intense study.  

     C has more enthusiasm than just about anyone I know. His teacher’s husband (otherwise known as “Mystery Man”) brings popsicles into class every week or two, and C can hardly contain his excitement. On the Scale of Enthusiasm Development, C is a 10 out of 10.

     C has the best dimples. Inherited from Daddy, C got lucky and has them on both cheeks. For the Cuteness Rating, C’s scores are in the highly developed range.

     C spreads his joy wherever we go. Whether he’s charming little old ladies at the grocery store or chatting up the bank teller, his Flirt Factor is well above average.

     C does not have a mean spirited thought in his head. I watch other kids fake whispering to each other to exclude him, and am happy he would never even think to do that. On the Kindness Growth Test, C’s scores are perfect.

     C is funny. He says and does funny things all the time. He often doesn’t realize he’s being funny until we start laughing, and then he heartily joins in, of course repeating (a zillion times) whatever behavior or comment brought on the reaction in the first place. On the Humor Placement Chart, C gets an A.

     C’s fixations and obsessions tend to pass just about the time we’re about to go crazy hearing about them. Some, like trains, seem to be permanent, but fortunately the plumbing interest (as in, investigating the pipes in any and all bathrooms in our path) passed relatively quickly. On the Doesn’t Drive Mommy TOO Nuts Scale, C places fairly well.

     C can do some amazing things. He can count by 13s for just about forever, and he can read nearly anything you put in front of him. C can nearly whoop me at Scrabble, and I’m pretty good. And don’t even try to play concentration with him. On the Pretty Cool Tricks to Bring Out at a Cocktail Party, C ranks near the top of the charts.

     In conclusion, C is a delightful child. Please put this evaluation in front of all the others you have, as it is by far the most important and telling about C.

     Sincerely,

     C’s Mommy and biggest fan.

Thanks to Mama Mara  for inadvertently suggesting this post!

December 8, 2008 at 7:53 pm 10 comments

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