November 2009

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We recently installed these light switch extenders to give Sammy more independence:

Light Switch Extenders

The plastic just screws onto the switch plate and there is a hole for the switch.  When you pull down on the plastic, it pulls down the switch.  You can buy a set of two from For Small Hands.  We put one in her bathroom and one here in the hall.  She already has a floor switch in her room and she can reach the switch in the main floor powder room with her stool.  Now she can reach just about every light she needs in the house.

We also have her closet organized at her height:

Closet

This part of her closet has no door.  It looks sloppy, but she can get to all of her clothes easily.  Pajamas and underwear are in the baskets on the floor.  Dresses and sweaters are hanging.   Pants and shirts are in the wire bins.  Pillows and blankets go on the shelf above the hanging garments.  Of course, she has her own laundry basket which is on the other side of the closet to avoid confusion.  And yes, she does use it.

(Her closet is indeed half-yellow and half-white.  We hope to remedy this next month when we get the house painted.)

Soon, I’ll have a report on how we’re doing with getting her to dress herself.  We’ve had her closet set up this way for a long time, but it will mean a lot more once she is a fully independent dresser.

I love this exchange because it expresses selfishness and goodwill at the same time.

Sammy, may I look at that blue crayon?
NO.
I just want to look at it.
NO.
I like the color and I’d like to see what it is called.
NO, MOMMY.
Please?  It will just take a second.
NO, MOMMY.  THAT’S MY CRAYON.
Ok.  You’re right.  It is your crayon.

(5 minutes later, when I’d completely forgotten about it)

OK, MOMMY.  YOU CAN SEE THE BLUE CRAYON NOW.

Three Good Things for Thanksgiving weekend:

  1. My house smells like Noble Fir.
  2. My house sounds like Christmas music.
  3. My house looks dirty since I was too busy to clean it.

2009 before decorating

Happy Thanksgiving!  If you’re not too busy cooking, take some time to check out this week’s edition of the Objectivist Round Up, hosted by Rational Jenn.

You’ve got to love a recipe that starts out like this:

A classic American dish, this preparation takes full advantage of every delicious bit of the lobster.

Kill with a knife, [see page] 491,
     3 lobsters (1 1/2 pounds each)
When they are still, separate the tail and …  

From Joy of Cooking
recipe for Lobster Newburg

On page 491, it does indeed tell you exactly how to kill a lobster by stabbing it in the neck.  It even gives you this handy tip:

[After stabbing the lobster], to avoid muscular contractions, you can put the lobster in the freezer for a few minutes until it is still.

And no, I haven’t tried it yet.  Maybe next Thanksgiving…

Three Good Things for the day:

  1. It started out grey and rainy, but ended up clear and crisp.
  2. I was pulled over for running a yellow light, but the policeman just gave me a warning.
  3. Before noon, I had to deal with yogurt in Sammy’s hair, 4 (count ‘em, 4!) poopy potty accidents, pee purposely dumped out of the potty on to the carpet, the paper towels used to clean the pee put into the toilet, and an hour-long adventure in getting a 3-year-old to put on her pants which destroyed the entire morning.  But Sammy and I had a great afternoon getting tons of stuff done and having a fun time doing it.  And she successfully pooped in the potty 3 times.

Over-explaining

Michael had such a good comment on my last Little Thing about Sammy wanting to learn to fly that I decided that his comment and my response warranted a separate post:

When I started reading your explanation to Sammy that even in the future that she will not be able to fly, I got that sinking feeling I get sometimes when listening to my friends “over explain” or “over intellectualize” simple details to their young kids. I do not know if my sinking feeling is valid or not, but I can say that what you said to Sammy does not qualify.

Your line, “[t]hat’s why we build machines like airplanes” is pure gold. Simple, succinct, and one of thousands of nuggets parents can drop that teach the kids how to focus on reality…how to think.

I have no idea if I would enjoy having my own kids, but no subject is more fascinating than child raising. Thanks for blogging on your experiences!

Here is my response, which I composed as a comment, but decided to post here:

Michael, yes, I had a quick debate in my head in that moment about whether to say anything about not being able to fly.  I would not have said it without the airplane line.  But I do suffer from over-explaining.  It’s a great point you make, and it’s something I work on all the time. 

Here’s an example: when she said I CAN TRY, I either said, “Yes, you can,” or I said nothing – I can’t remember.  But there was no way I was going to tell her why trying wouldn’t do any good in this case.  And I suppose I could have said, “Yes, you can try by building an airplane or buying a hang-glider,” but that is beyond her, and so would have lessened the most important part of her observation: that when you can’t seem to do something, you need to try.  We’ve been working on that with her – getting her to see that you succeed by putting forth effort.  So for her to make this comment on her own was a beautiful thing.  She gets it.  And that was the important part.  Any qualification or correction at that point would only have served to undermine her new understanding about effort.

Children need explanations.  They positively crave explanations and information.  But recognizing how to give the child the right level of explanation for his knowledge and context is a huge challenge.  I actually think I got this one right, but I get it wrong a lot of the time, too.  Still, I agree with Michael – this is what makes child-raising fascinating!

Three Good Things for the day:

  1. One of the local radio stations has started playing Christmas music and I’m totally ready to hear it.  This year we’re staying home for Christmas for the first time since Sammy was born, and I can’t begin to describe how happy I am about that.
  2. I drank my first hot chocolate of the season.
  3. Sammy is off from school for the rest of the week and I’m actually quite happy about having the extra time with her.  As much as she loves school, and as much as I need the time for myself, I miss her.

In the car, Sammy likes to have her window rolled down and to hold a napkin in the wind.  I guess she likes to watch how it moves or the feel of it pulling out of her hand.  She was doing this the other day, when I heard her say, IT BLEW AWAY!  MY NAPKIN BLEW AWAY.  I WANT IT BACK, MOMMY! 

I said, “I’m sorry but I can’t get it for you.  It’s way behind us now and we can’t go back to get it.” 

She said, WHEN I GET BIGGER I LEARN TO FLY AND I GO AND GET MY NAPKIN.

After I recovered from the killer cuteness, I said, “That is a wonderful thought, Sammy. It’s a great idea, but I’m sorry to say that even when you are bigger, you won’t be able to fly.  People can’t fly like birds.  That’s why we build machines like airplanes.  But we can’t fly.”

She said, I CAN TRY, MOMMY.

Three Good Things for the day:

  1. Really great visit from Chicago friend.  Lots of talk about art and technology.
  2. Peter Lehmann Shiraz.
  3. Sammy figured out how to play the demo songs on the new piano within 5 minutes, and went into a spinning frenzy. 

As you may recall, I created a Cooperation Chart for Sammy a few weeks ago.  We only used it regularly for about 10 days.  It really worked!  It broke our mutual bad behavior pattern and gave us some structure for discussing the problems. 

We’ve identified some specific problems that had cropped up back then.  Sammy was, indeed, missing her daddy.  The problem, though, was that she didn’t know how to express it and to deal with it.  Her disappointment and sadness came out as anger, so that in the mornings when Adam would be getting ready to leave she wouldn’t talk to him except to yell at him and even say, YOU GET OUT OF HERE NOW.  GO TO WORK NOW, DADDY!  She would not kiss him goodbye, and sometimes she would even be mad when he got home in the evenings. 

After we got a little bit of control using the Cooperation Chart, we were able to talk to her about it.  She could keep herself calm enough to listen just a little bit each day, and after a week or two of  continuous discussions about why daddy goes to work, how we all miss each other, and what we can do to feel better about it, she got it!  I also used the trick of giving her a little object from Adam’s desk to keep in her pocket all day at school.  She liked that, but I don’t think it helped for more than a day or two.  I think it was the persistence with which we kept explaining and explaining, in a gentle and understanding way, that got through to her.  She still gets a little bit angry on Mondays, after Adam has been home all weekend, but she’s getting used to the idea that her anger doesn’t solve anything (a very important lesson!).

The hitting and really heinous screaming and yelling stopped immediately with the Cooperation Chart.  I’m not sure why, but I do know that she feels terrible when she loses control like that, and maybe seeing something concrete at the end of the day was enough for her to put more effort into controlling herself.

I don’t think the Cooperation Chart has helped with the potty training in any real way.  Since we’re not using the whiteboard anymore, I might turn it into a new reward system for using the potty and see if it helps.  The candy helped for about a week, but she is back to pooping in her pants again.

The delaying is still a problem.  When I say that it’s time to get dressed or eat dinner or whatever, Sammy seems not to listen.  When she does react to my calls to action, much of the time she yells DON’T TALK, MOMMY! or BE QUIET, MOMMY!  I had suspected that she was reacting to being ordered around, so I started putting extra effort into finding alternate ways to get her cooperation.  It has helped quite a bit, so I think I’m on the right track.  Here are some things I’ve been doing: 

  • I use timers whenever possible.  When the timer tells Sammy that she needs to get dressed for school, she understands that it’s not an arbitrary decree from Mommy.  For a while, she would scream and yell whenever I’d set a timer, but she got used to it.
  • I use questions as much as possible.  We are just now teaching Sammy to ask us things instead of giving orders.  We probably should have started this a long time ago, but when your child first starts speaking in sentences, you don’t want to correct a minor issue like using a question instead of a demand.  But we let that stage go on too long.  So now I’m constantly telling Sammy to use a question, and at the same time, I’m telling her what to do.  This makes her mad, and rightfully so!  When I realized this, I asked her if this was what made her mad and she said YES, so I told her that I would try to use my questions, too.  So, whenever possible, I find a way to ask a question.  I can’t very well say, “Do you want to go to bed now?” because if she says NO then I’m stuck, so I have to be creative.  This almost always leads to the next technique:
  • I give choices.  This is the most useful tool I have right now, and I’m working on finding creative ways to give choices for just about everything.  “Are you ready to put your shoes on now or would you like to draw for one more minute?”  “Would you like the pink coat or the blue sweater today?”  “Would you like to finish breakfast now and pick out your clothes or should I go get them while you keep eating?”  It sounds crazy, but sometimes just asking her, “Do you want to go up the stairs ahead of me or behind me?” is all she needs to get moving.  Sometimes it’s hard to find a way to ask a question/offer a choice.  What do I do when she’s standing outside the car with the door open and the rain pouring down on us, just looking at a cloud, while I wait for her to get in?  And that leads to the final technique:
  • I try to allow for slow reaction-time, and to have patience.  I’ve found that, a lot of times, just waiting a few seconds in a situation like that is enough.  She knows it’s time to get in the car.  If I say anything at all, she gets mad.  Sometimes, if it goes on too long I’ll say something like, “I’m getting wet,” and that does the trick.  But sometimes it takes a good 3 seconds or so for those words to sink in.  3 seconds is a long time when you’re getting soaked.  I used to demand an immediate reaction, but I’m learning to give it just a little bit more time, and that is helping a lot.

Because of this challenge with her anger and defiance, I’ve put off teaching Sammy any new skills.  She’s still struggling with the potty, too, so I didn’t want to add more conflict to the mix.  But now I finally feel comfortable enough to begin our next adventure: teaching Sammy to dress herself!

Three Good Things for the weekend:

  1. Saturday was Stay-at-Home-and-Catch-Up day, and I did.
  2. Sunday was Visit-Friends-for-Lunch day, and we did.
  3. This weekend our local music store was having Unload-that-Excess-Inventory-Sale, and they did, on us.

 

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Three Good Things for the day:

  1. Sammy has a boyfriend!  Well, ok, not really.  But I mentioned this boy before – he’s the one who beamed when I remembered his name the other day.  Well, today at the school playground I said hello to him again, and he said, “No. That’s not my name.  My name is Izo.”  I said, “Izzo?”  And he said, “No. Eeeeeeezo.”  I happened to see his mother and asked if that was his nickname, since it does sound a bit like his real name (which I’ll withhold).  She had never heard of this, so I suppose he had just made it up.  Sammy got really excited and we all chased each other around yelling, “Izo, Izo.”  Sammy was giddy and giggly and didn’t want to leave.  Then when my back was turned, apparently Mr. Izo pushed her because when I turned around she was on the ground crying.  He said it was an accident but his mother said she saw it and it didn’t look like it.  They made up and we left, but in the car, all Sammy could talk about was Izo.  This all seems like classic 3-year-old flirtation to me, especially the pushing.   The whole thing reminds me of her first run-in with the species we call boys.
  2. I am really enjoying this fall weather.  I think this might be the longest real autumn I’ve ever experienced.  Los Angeles and New Orleans don’t have a real autumn at all.  Chicago and mid-Michigan have very nice fall weather that lasts about 2 weeks.  Virginia has been beautiful both years that I’ve been here.
  3. In the past few weeks, I’ve come up with two more story ideas.  I’m not sure if they will work or not, but they are good possibilities.  One of them is a kind of unique short story that would have to be completed quickly, so I’m going to do a little thinking on it alongside my work on the original story (which is coming along).  Wow, I went from a desert to an oasis of ideas.

Can you believe this girl and her instruments?  Of course, I only caught the tail-end of her musicality, but you might enjoy the egg slicing and eating, too.  Happy Friday!

And if you’re in the mood for more cuteness, you might enjoy this audio clip of Sammy singing in the shower.  At least, I know the grandparents will enjoy it:

Sammy Singing in the Shower

Three Good Things for the day:

  1. I am now regularly getting the response, I LOVE YOU TOO, MOMMY.
  2. Sammy wrote the letters “t” “o” and “c” and sounded it out…t…t…tah..TOBY!  (Then I helped her to sound out “toc” which is of course pronounced like “talk.”  Everything is phonetic right now; spelling doesn’t matter.)  The girl really is learning to write as she learns to read, and it’s happening quite naturally.  She’s not doing any writing at school and I’m not pushing it.  This is all her on her own initiative.
  3. The grocery delivery Peopleguy came today and Sammy actually kept her clothes on the whole time.

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