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corner view: improvising

 …with my parenting and discipline techniques these days.

Trying to explain to a 4 year old that Momma does know a few things and she should listen- well it’s hard. The line between wanting her to behave and not wanting to crush her spirit- it’s more like a ripple in a pond. One minute you see it, the next you end up searching for it. So……I’ve decided to go with magic. Have you heard of the Elf on the Shelf

The story goes like this- Santa sends out scout elves around the holidays each year. The elf that flies to your home watches the children during the day and each night he flies back to the North Pole to report to Santa for his naughty/nice list. Then after he is done he flies back to your home and lands somewhere else. Each morning your child has the delight of going to look for the elf to see where he is. This of course also means that said parent needs to remember to move the elf or else you may have some explaining to do to little ones. The only rule is that children cannot touch him. If they do he loses his magic and won’t be able to fly back to the North Pole to tell Santa all the good things you’ve done.

Meet TJ, who turned up at our house about a week ago. Someone….has been been trying very hard to mind her manners this past week. And while it’s still hard and we’ve had some earnest tears when reminded that TJ just saw  x, y or z. She’s also recovered more quickly and been big on letting me know the list of nice things she has done that I need to be sure to inform TJ of.

Boy I’ll be sad when he flies back to the North Pole for the last time on Christmas Eve…..

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Quailday: One step for mankind…

One step for mankind...

…and a few dozen for this little rockstar! I may very well keep crowing about this all week. Please excuse me, but I am sooooooooooooo incredibly proud of our little bird! Last night, I got out the contraption that I had devised and thought might be a brilliant walking tool when the time was right and lo and behold…it worked! I put a couple of small hand weights into a cooler we have. It’s about 2 feet tall and 3 feet wide. The perfect height for the girl to pull up on and then use to stabilize herself as she walks. All the walking toys, she’s not ready for them yet, they fall over when she tries to pull up on them and if we help her up, the slightest push causes them to fly out from under her. Even my spiffy Plan Toy Walker that I was certain would be brilliant because you could adjust the tension on the wheels. For right now, having this big heavy, but not too heavy box is perfect. She pushed it all the way down and back our hallway before plopping down!!!!!

I’m tickled as pink as those little Garanimal hi-top sneakers she’s sportin these days!

It just couldn’t wait till Quailday….

1….2….3….4….5….6…. count em! 6 assisted steps!!!!!!!!! I am thrilled. It happened Saturday while she was on stage after her Santa visit at the Down Syndrome Family Alliance Christmas Party!  Soooooo incredibly proud of her. Maybe Santa whispered in her ear while she was screaming at him. Or maybe she felt like rocking the wild piggies atop her noggin. Most likely it was the pink-hi-topped-Garanimal-pseudo-Chuck’s-shoes. Either or any-way- she’s on her way! I had asked her to stand up and she grabbed my hands and when I told her to come here- get this….she did!

Sweet baby girl….

Gratitude Journal

1. An Ethics Bowl win! Way to go Lovey!

2. Fun with friends

3. Wayyyyyy too much to eat

4. Lots of sleep

5. A baby standing in her crib every morning

6. new favorite dishes- pumpkin bars, grilled turkey breast, pop-overs

7. chocolate cheesecake offerings! Yum!

8. snuggle-bug babies

9. a radio in my office sporting Christmas caroles!

10. a sense of humor

11. An invitation to schedule a Girls Night Out! I heart my friends!

12. snow on my blog!

13. high praise on a snap from one of my favorite photographers

14. cocoa & clementines as a mid-morning snack

15. The Elf on the Shelf joining our family

16. a hot bowl of penne alfredo with roasted red peppers and chicken

17. Nobody at our table screaming at our first meal out in weeks

18. a kid screaming at a table at the other end of the restaurant (Sorry- it makes my kids behave to hear someone else losing it for some reason!)

19. Evita ordering her elf helper to decorate her gingerbread house while she sits back eating bowwwwwwwwllllllsss of candy

20. Dora Nursery rhymes and the Quail clapping after each song

21. The Quail getting a good feeding eval- so much progress!

Fave-O-Lit Friday

Funny Face

 

Diagnosis

by Sharon Olds

By the time I was six months old, she knew something
was wrong with me. I got looks on my face
she had not seen on any child
in the family, or the extended family,
or the neighborhood. My mother took me in
to the pediatrician with the kind hands,
a doctor with a name like a suit size for a wheel:
Hub Long. My mom did not tell him
what she thought in truth, that I was Possessed.
It was just these strange looks on my face—
he held me, and conversed with me,
chatting as one does with a baby, and my mother
said, She’s doing it now! Look!
She’s doing it now! and the doctor said,
What your daughter has
is called a sense
of humor. Ohhh, she said, and took me
back to the house where that sense would be tested
and found to be incurable.

“Diagnosis” by Sharon Olds, from One Secret Thing. © Alfred A. Knopf, 2008.

Quailday: The Toddler Diaries

I keep forgetting to mention that she has tooth number 10! It came in about a week ago and I will be thrilled when they are all in. The poor lamb is  gnawing her thumbs in her sleep- ugh.  When it’s obvious that she’s having pain before bed we give her Motrin, but I’m sorry to say we don’t always see a sign of it until morning and lo and behold she now has a little spot on each of her thumbs from it.

I tell ya, beauty is hard to come by in this house. Between the teeth and the hair! See those precious piggies up above? Well I’d do them every day if she wasn’t so argumentative about them! And those bangs- well, we’re trying to grow out a page-boy style before doing any cutting. Each morning I put a little clip in her hair to pull the bangs out of her eyes. As long as she knows what I’m doing she’s content with it. Probably because she’s figured out that once Momma leaves for work and she’s in the car and out of direct line-of-sight of Daddy she can yank it back out. Oh well…

The girl’s on the move these days. She’s crawling and pulling up regularly on everything. Considering what a long-time coming this accomplishment is you would think we would be tickled. Of course what it means on a day-to-day basis is we no longer have a captive audience for various activities. Twice this month she’s just gotten up and left her therapy session! I’m guessing that insistent part of her is about to majorly assert itself. We may have to hire professional comediennes to practice her exercises and activities with her so that she can be continuously entertained!

Ok- so we are almost caught up on cute school anticdotes- the last couple of weeks:

11/18/10: After about five minutes, she decided I wasn’t as fun as the toddler dance party going on at the other side of the room and crawled over there. She spent the next fiveish minutes standing and sitting and standing and sitting some more while giggling at herself in the mirror. The toddlers were about to start story time so I tried to get her to crawl over to where they were sitting. She wouldn’t, so I crawled over to her and we raced back over to the toddlers with her crawling on all fours the whole way. Ms. Ren was reading a book about ducks. She asked “What sound does a duck make?” and the toddlers started quacking. Usually, she looks around at everyone thinking they’re strange when this happens but today she looked up at me and quacked along with a loud “da da da da.”

 11/19/10: I picked Abby up and she pointed to where she wanted to go. First she pointed to the bright yellow leaves on the tree so I lifted her up to grab one and said “leaf” and she repeated “ee.” She sat up from laying on her back on my legs eight times today! I had her do it a couple times and she was getting frustrated so the next time she sat up I layed back down on my back. She thought it was funny to crawl up on my belly and grab my mouth/cheeks/nose. So everytime she sat up from laying I’d lay down and let her crawl on me. She also did a good job of staying up on all fours crawling to get to my nose. (She’s a big fan of knocking her sister over as well 🙂 After that it was time for snack. I spent a full five minutes trying to get her to crawl to the door to go outside for snack. She absolutely would not do it. She did everything from getting excited and flapping her arms to putting her arms on her hips and pouting at me and laughing when I crawled over her to try to encourage her to crawl but it didn’t happen. I gave in and picked her up and we went outside for snack. During snack, she signed “more” everytime she got close to finishing a cracker. Once snack was done she looked up at the book holding the door open and signed “book” so I got it down to read it to her.

11/23/10: Then she crawled over to me and I had her sit up from laying on her back on my legs. She did it three times on both sides. Each time she sat up she grabbed my hands and clapped them together like, “Hey, look what I just did. You should be clapping.”

11/29/10: I sat her up on the ball in between the two bookshelves on the red carpet and she stayed up there with me rolling the ball for a whole 15 minutes. She could reach the toys on the shelves when I rolled her to the side so she would grab one and play with it then throw it and laugh. She got frustrated a couple times and laid all the way forward with her hands on the ground but she sat herself back up and kept going. After about 15 minutes she got really frustrated and started yelling. I asked her if she was done and she signed “done” so I helped her down. The toys she grabbed were all over the so I asked her to help me clean up. She picked up a toy and I told her/showed her “drop” them in the toy bin. She put away three of the toys by herself!

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Zuzuday: bed bugs…

Or buddies… or not so much. Zuzu is a snuggler. And man cannot snuggle alone! I’m actually surprised it’s taken this long before we’ve started finding her in the Quail’s crib. Needless to say- the Quail is non-too-pleased…