Yesterday was language development day. After a successful attempt at getting the Snapper dressed without a fuss–victory is mine!–taking a stroller ride to KMart for laundry detergent, and some wonderful freeplay, we played with a stack of letter cards together. They’re the kind with the letter and some sort of representative object. We just went [...]
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Friday Preschool at Home; the Garden
Posted in Parenting, Planet Sster, Teaching, The Prairie, The Snapper on May 2, 2009 | 1 Comment »
Art Day, with Tantrums
Posted in Parenting, The Snapper on April 29, 2009 | 2 Comments »
First it was the battle over changing his pull-up before nursing; then over helping make pancakes (he declared the dry ingredients he was stirring “mine,” screaming); what to have for lunch; what to have for snacks; not going onto every porch of every house we passed; and a dozen other little things.
BUT the schedule, for [...]
Success, so far.
Posted in Parenting on April 27, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
We had a nice day today. We started with Circle Time, which the Snapper just LOVED, then had a snack and free play. He chose to color the majority of the time. Then we had our “music lesson,” which consisted of banging on all the pots, pans, and lids in the kitchen to Bob Marley. [...]
Parenting Revamp
Posted in Parenting, The Snapper on April 25, 2009 | 1 Comment »
The last ten months of life with the Snapper have been extremely trying. Last June, just as we were being hit by the flood, he hit 18 months, or rather 18 months hit us. He began tantruming hard, daily, hitting and biting, and being oppositional to most transitions and parental directions. That summer I spent [...]
Thanksgiving.
Posted in I'm not supposed to blog about my family, Parenting, Planet Sster on November 27, 2008 | 4 Comments »
SIXTEEN persons, SIX (J, J, L, C, E, S) of them under seven, five of those six mobile, under one roof. I somehow find myself simultaneously glad for just my one and longing for many more.
Happy Thanksgiving.
(apologies to the fam for getting the count wrong)
Posted in Adopting, Adoption, Food Glorious Food, Parenting, Planet Sster on November 17, 2008 | 3 Comments »
I don’t have a specific agenda today. I just wanted to show up, in part because I was struck this morning–for no particular reason–by my die-hard readers who show up themselves from time to time just in case I’ve written anything, even if I haven’t written in a long time. I guess I shouldn’t be [...]
Wait…you mean I have to PARENT?
Posted in Parenting, The Snapper on March 25, 2008 | 3 Comments »
In two and a half minutes, no matter how well you structure my environment, I will scream for approximately five minutes after my bath. I love water and it is not fair that you will not let me stay in the bathtub all night and I don’t care if my lips turn blue. So there.
When [...]
Fifteen Months
Posted in Parenting, The Snapper on February 19, 2008 | 3 Comments »
nearly.
Why is it that when YOUR kid starts doing something normal, something that all kids do around that age, it feels like this amazing, spectacular accomplishment, like it is an astounding feat of humanity? Because that’s how I feel every single time the Snapper does something new. Now the new things come daily: using a [...]
Two Days
Posted in Dazed and Confused; or, Living Well with ADD, Dissertating, Parenting, Planet Sster, The Snapper, The guys on February 15, 2008 | 4 Comments »
Two days working at the group home. Two days dissertating. Two days of homemaking and childcare.
One day called “Family Day” for me to be exhausted and for Attic Man, who has been caring for the Snapper all weekend, to race to school to catch up on work.
I can’t tell whether it’s ‘balanced’ or crazy, this [...]
Under the Knife, etc.
Posted in Fitness, Parenting, Planet Sster, The Prairie on February 5, 2008 | 5 Comments »
-The Snapper goes under the mask and under the knife tomorrow as the urologist looks for a missing t*sticle. It’s minor but it’s surgery, and it’s general anesthesia so there’s a undercurrent of worry. The next worst part of it is that he can’t eat or drink anything after midnight or have milk [...]
