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My kid is writing a book

Yesterday morning when I ran back home to get my anti-fungal meds that I forgot, Jada showed me she was trying to bind a stack of blank pages together with masking tape.   I didn’t think she could get that many pages with tape, but she looked entertained.

So I go back to work and when I came back, she had managed to do it.  10 blank pages taped together and it looked sturdy.  As in, the pages were not falling out.   She had numbered the pages 1 thru 10 and finished the cover page.   A big fat fainbow with a stick figure in the middle.   The title is “Jada’s Rainbow”.

I have a talented child, here, folks..   Despite her being a late talker, you can’t shut her up now.  Despite being hyperactive, her mind is always full of new ideas.   I can’t put her on any kind of adhd meds.   It just wouldn’t be right.

When she’s done with it…  i’m gonna hafta scan the pages and post them on my blog.

Btw, she had me draw some music notes for her next page where she is “singing a lot”.  LOL!

Spoke too soon

The stress level is high.

The meeting with J’s teacher revealed nothing we hadn’t heard before over the past 2 years.  At the daycare they said she “lives in her own world” and “won’t listen”.   At PreK she got in trouble for pushing some kid down the slide and said she “is too easily distracted” and “can’t concentrate”.   Today we were told more of the same.  That she’s easily distracted, can’t sit still, can’t focus on one thing long enough and spends most of her time alone.  And if that wasn’t bad enough, she’s hitting random kids over the head with her lunch box.

And then as if to drive in the point she gives me the hardest time at dinner ever.   What should have taken 20 minutes to eat took 45.   And in the end I gave up and threw the food in the sink.

She fidgets, does everything except for what i’m telling her which sounds like this “pick up the fork.  pick up the fork.   put food in your mouth.  chew.  chew!  CHEW!   HELOOOOO!..   YES IT’S ME TALKING HERE. CHEW!!!!”

She plays with the phone cable, the computer mouse, the paper.  Moves her hands and fingers ALLL OVER THE TABLE.  turns around.  stares into space.  fidgets.  It’s fucking impossibly annoying and I can’t take it.

Autism had been mentioned years ago when she couldn’t talk. Then ADHD, Hyperactivity, etc…   Whatever it is this girl has a problem and if we can’t figure out how to deal with it, I’m going to shoot myself in the head.  Then I’m going to stab myself, then when I’m good and dead, I’m going come back and bash my skull in with a baseball bat.

It’s over

I’m talking about my horrible mood of last week. It’s gone. I feel happy again. Happy = Me - anger.

:D

I still have a parent / teacher meeting to attend today to address Jada’s habit of hitting kids over the head with her lunch box during lunch time.

Sigh…

Jada Humour

Me:  “Jada, how would you like to go to the zoo today”

Jada: “The zoo?”

Me: “Yeah”

Jada:   looking generally dissatisfied and distressed.  “Oh.. alright”

Me: “You don’t want to go to the zoo!?”

Jada: “I guess I can go.. but I don’t wanna see any scary animals.”

Me: “What?”  I can’t believe what I’m hearing.

Jada:  “Like Tigers.. and Podimus”.

Me: “Podimus?” I look up and see she’s holding up a toy Hippo.

Jada: “Well, I guess it’s a Hippo”

Me: “Yes, hippopodimus”.

Jada: “Hip-podimus.   ….but I guess I can see the monkeys”

Me: “Yea, those are fun”

Jada: GASP! “And I can see the giraffes!!! Remember when we saw the giraffe!!!?  YAYYY!!!”

How to be more patient

Almost every night after I close the last kid’s bedroom door and I walk away, I get my daily dose of guilt and remorse. Some days depending on how much of a pain in the ass Jada decides to be, I can be downright mean to her at bed time. She goes to bed crying most nights and I plop down on the couch stressed the fuck out, pissed, and frustrated.

The problem is her stubborness and her slowness executing my commands. I would LOVE to tell her to put on her pajamas ONCE! and go back 5 minutes later to find her wearing her pajamas. Not crawling into the closet on all fours, not playing with chairs, not moving like a snail thru her pj’s in her dresser drawer. SHE IS SO FRUSTRATING!!!!!

And she likes to argue SO MUCH!  The first thing out of her mouth after I ask her to do anything is “but..”

So I went looking for help on the internet to help me become a more patient parent, and here’s what I found. From Here
Here’s a copy&paste of some suggestions I think might help me.

# Pretend someone’s watching. I forgot where I read this tip (a couple places, I think), but it’s effective. Pretend you have an audience. You’re less likely to overreact with your child if someone’s there watching your every move.

# How does this help? When I’m about to say something to my kids, when I can remember, I ask myself, “How does this help my child?” This helps me to re-focus on what’s really important. Yelling or getting angry rarely helps any situation.

# Teach. This is something that helps me a lot. I remember that my kids are just kids — they are not perfect, they do not know how to do things, and they have a lot to learn. I am their teacher. I must be patient, and teach them how to do things — even if I’ve tried to teach them 10 times before, it might be the 11th time when things click. And remember, none of us learn things on the first try either. Find new ways to teach something, and you’re more likely to be successful.

# Visualize. This works best if you do it before the frustrating situation comes up. When you’re alone and in a quiet place. Visualize how you want to react the next time your child does something that typically gets you mad. How do you handle the situation? How do you look? What do you say? How does your child react? How does it help your relationship with your child? Think about all these things, visualize the perfect situation, and then try to actually make that happen when the situation actually comes up.

Oh dear god I hope some of this helps or I might have to put someone up for adoption.

Jada’s growing resemblance to her dad

Maya walks into the kitchen wearing Jada’s bag around her neck…

Jada: Gasp!! “Maya, that’s my bag!! Why you just take it! That’s MY bag. Give me my bag. Why you just take it?! Give me back my bag!!”

Me: (thinking it’s time Maya gets a bag of her own) “She’s just holding it so it doesn’t get lonely”.

Jada: “I can carry it by myself! I don’t need any help! She’s gonna take everything out!! I’m going to take my bag.”

You would imagine that during this entire verbal tirade, Jada would have been chasing Maya thru the house and trying to rip the bag from around her neck. No. She’s actually in front of the mac, clicking furiously to finish the next level of her Go, Diego, Go video game.

Her ass is gonna grow roots.