First, a nifty trick for setting up a glass baby bottle in a pinch. With a name like Smuckers, it has to be BPA-free!
Second, preschool. Man oh Manischewitz. Sophia had a bit of a meltdown when gently asked to climb down from a chair (it was time for music circle), because while she is impervious to the most furious mama-yelling, she will weep for days over the gentlest (perceived) correction. "Watch out, honey, your fingers might get caught in the drawer!" once derailed an entire Thanksgiving dinner, leaving extended family members baffled and guilty. Then there was some sort of incident I didn't see in which "a boy HIT me!" and I had no idea whether it had been a deliberate cuff or an accidental brushing. We've been talking about what to do when someone hits/pushes/otherwise manhandles us, which entails informing the hitter "Don't hit me! Hitting hurts!" and seeking the help of an adult if needed, and she was eventually able to practice on her friends (harmless brush-by push, gave her a reason to work her skills), but she freezes, deer in headlights, when confronted with most kids.
Three things leave me hopeful, though. 1) would be the wonderful teacher M, who seems to totally get Sophia and was full of good suggestions for how to work with her. 2) was the fact that, when asked how preschool went, Sophia grinned big and said, "Gooooood!" 3) is the nap we both took upon arrival home. Two solid hours, man. And she's still tired enough for bed.
As am I. Shadrach, Meshach, and to bed we go.
Second, preschool. Man oh Manischewitz. Sophia had a bit of a meltdown when gently asked to climb down from a chair (it was time for music circle), because while she is impervious to the most furious mama-yelling, she will weep for days over the gentlest (perceived) correction. "Watch out, honey, your fingers might get caught in the drawer!" once derailed an entire Thanksgiving dinner, leaving extended family members baffled and guilty. Then there was some sort of incident I didn't see in which "a boy HIT me!" and I had no idea whether it had been a deliberate cuff or an accidental brushing. We've been talking about what to do when someone hits/pushes/otherwise manhandles us, which entails informing the hitter "Don't hit me! Hitting hurts!" and seeking the help of an adult if needed, and she was eventually able to practice on her friends (harmless brush-by push, gave her a reason to work her skills), but she freezes, deer in headlights, when confronted with most kids.
Three things leave me hopeful, though. 1) would be the wonderful teacher M, who seems to totally get Sophia and was full of good suggestions for how to work with her. 2) was the fact that, when asked how preschool went, Sophia grinned big and said, "Gooooood!" 3) is the nap we both took upon arrival home. Two solid hours, man. And she's still tired enough for bed.
As am I. Shadrach, Meshach, and to bed we go.
Thank you for sharing that amazing Smuckers link!
Posted by: Carrie | May 29, 2008 at 12:13 AM
That is one cool trick with the Smucker's jar! Talk about reduce, re use recycle :)
Posted by: Chickenpig | May 29, 2008 at 08:07 AM
Bottles: genius
Sleep: ummm...me too...kiddos slept for 3 hours each and their mamma...for 5. Didn't go to the office in the afternoon, hence the anon commenting.
Sophia and school: it may take her time, but I feel so deeply that she will be fine, and that she will really come into her own. I know (I think) why you worry...but...similar is not the same...
OK I'll shut up now.
Posted by: someone down the hall | May 29, 2008 at 11:53 AM
Well, today she had a minor freakout at the park when kids were walking too close to her. "Did they hurt you?" I asked. "No," she said. "But I don't like people walking close to me."
Sigh.
Posted by: Jo | May 29, 2008 at 01:54 PM
Jo, we need to get Sophia and Anika together, because they are EXACTLY the same. Or on the other hand, that may be a bad idea, they may just freak out.
Anika told me after her first day of pre-K that she didnt want to sit next to her table mate anymore because he blinked to much and breathed too loud. She cried for several days because she had to sit next to the blinking mouth breather. Eventually the teacher gave up and let her sit next to someone else.
Posted by: beth | June 03, 2008 at 07:52 PM