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Monday, February 9, 2009
Friday, February 6, 2009
the wiener mom and her very wonderful big wiener
In my former life, I was a kindergarten teacher (a good one I was led to believe). I was on the teacher/public school side of things; now-I'm on the parent side of things. We got big wiener's report card for the first semester of first grade and I'm filled with conflicting emotions. It's so odd to see someone that you know and love, and created for God's sake, reduced to numbers and one sentence comments on a piece of paper. You say that my son's a two and not a three? How dare you! He's a three, I tell you! I'm proud of him and his character. I go to volunteer in his class and see him in action; listening, following directions, being so polite. People at school (kids and adults) say what a nice kid he is and he is. It swells me with pride seeing him in his "away from home habitat". but...
Yes, there's a but. He can't read. He's levels behind where he should be and it kills me. I never would have thought that I, the person who taught kids to read, would have a child who couldn't read. It destroys me. Not my ego or pride, but my feeling of peace for him. Does that make sense? Me, the worrier, imagines him not reading and continuing to not read and falling behind in school and in life eventually. I want his life to be perfect with no difficult anything, ever. Daddy wiener says that is ridiculous; no body's life is that easy. Everybody has some struggles. Not my babies, I want to say; knowing completely and fully how crazy that hope is. I want it all the same. What mother doesn't?
So, we work at home, much to big wiener's grave annoyance. He'd much rather do art, or legos, or pretend, but for 20 minutes a night we try to find some way to make reading and writing fun. He's starting to care; to want it, which is the first step. Every once in a while it strikes him that it might be cool to read what he wants to, when he wants to. He does write the most wonderful "stories" at school that his fabulous teacher shares with me. He's going to get extra help with reading in school. It will come. I just have to remind myself that it will come. He is not me. I was an early reader. Daddy wiener told me that he didn't really care about school or try until he was in 4Th grade (thanks a lot daddy). So I wait and work and love and hope (emphasis on love and hope). That's all I can do, really
Yes, there's a but. He can't read. He's levels behind where he should be and it kills me. I never would have thought that I, the person who taught kids to read, would have a child who couldn't read. It destroys me. Not my ego or pride, but my feeling of peace for him. Does that make sense? Me, the worrier, imagines him not reading and continuing to not read and falling behind in school and in life eventually. I want his life to be perfect with no difficult anything, ever. Daddy wiener says that is ridiculous; no body's life is that easy. Everybody has some struggles. Not my babies, I want to say; knowing completely and fully how crazy that hope is. I want it all the same. What mother doesn't?
So, we work at home, much to big wiener's grave annoyance. He'd much rather do art, or legos, or pretend, but for 20 minutes a night we try to find some way to make reading and writing fun. He's starting to care; to want it, which is the first step. Every once in a while it strikes him that it might be cool to read what he wants to, when he wants to. He does write the most wonderful "stories" at school that his fabulous teacher shares with me. He's going to get extra help with reading in school. It will come. I just have to remind myself that it will come. He is not me. I was an early reader. Daddy wiener told me that he didn't really care about school or try until he was in 4Th grade (thanks a lot daddy). So I wait and work and love and hope (emphasis on love and hope). That's all I can do, really
Thursday, February 5, 2009
the wiener mom has one of those days
What does it mean when the highlight of your day is playing "bootie" with your three year old? You know that game where you make bugs with all different bug parts? Some people apparently call it "cootie", like the people who manufacture it. Middle wiener however, refuses to call it anything other than "bootie" so that's what it is. "Momma, what's your bootie doing now?" "Momma, my bootie is wearing roller skates." "Momma, my bootie is pink and yours is blue."
Ah... good times.
Ah... good times.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
the wiener mom really really hates boogers. (again)
Snot, snot, snot. I am so damn tired of snot. If it's not one wiener than it's another. Wiping noses has become a new hobby of mine. I am currently wiping noses more than I am wiping asses, so that's really saying something. Little wiener has a cold and so that means that he has trouble drinking which makes him crabby, which makes me crabby. I wish I had trouble drinking, ha ha. Little wiener mom attempt at humor there. Stop and chuckle if you must.
Ready? The worst part of it is that little wiener can't blow his nose, so our only option is to pin him down and suck the boogers out with the booger vacuum. Oh, he hates that. It is akin to branding a cow that knows what's coming. As soon as we pull it out and one of us grabs his head, the thrashing commences!
Add to this the fact that middle wiener has re-come down with a sinus infection. Truth be told, I think it's the same sinus infection he's had since November and the antibiotics aren't cutting it, but Dr. wants to try them again. Guess what? They taste awful. We had it flavored, but I tried it and it is indeed awful, or "minty" as middle wiener calls it. That's his way of saying spicy. It doesn't actually taste like pepperoni or jalapeno, but cherry. So now besides the green bubbles of snot coming out of his nose and chasing him down with tissues so he can "blow like a good boy" we have to force feed him augmentin.
I have to say as annoying as wiping noses is, it still doesn't annoy me as much as persistent cough or the unending throat clearing of 2006 (before big wiener got his tonsils out). When the cough starts and continues every minute of every hour for days on end, I really want to run away. Just leave, that or wear ear plugs all the time. Neither of those is an option, so I'll just have to go to my happy place... Target. Literally. I can ignore it in a retail like environment. While I'm there I'll check out the earplugs.
Ready? The worst part of it is that little wiener can't blow his nose, so our only option is to pin him down and suck the boogers out with the booger vacuum. Oh, he hates that. It is akin to branding a cow that knows what's coming. As soon as we pull it out and one of us grabs his head, the thrashing commences!
Add to this the fact that middle wiener has re-come down with a sinus infection. Truth be told, I think it's the same sinus infection he's had since November and the antibiotics aren't cutting it, but Dr. wants to try them again. Guess what? They taste awful. We had it flavored, but I tried it and it is indeed awful, or "minty" as middle wiener calls it. That's his way of saying spicy. It doesn't actually taste like pepperoni or jalapeno, but cherry. So now besides the green bubbles of snot coming out of his nose and chasing him down with tissues so he can "blow like a good boy" we have to force feed him augmentin.
I have to say as annoying as wiping noses is, it still doesn't annoy me as much as persistent cough or the unending throat clearing of 2006 (before big wiener got his tonsils out). When the cough starts and continues every minute of every hour for days on end, I really want to run away. Just leave, that or wear ear plugs all the time. Neither of those is an option, so I'll just have to go to my happy place... Target. Literally. I can ignore it in a retail like environment. While I'm there I'll check out the earplugs.
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