Has It Really Been 2 Months Already?

DimplesI think I’m kind of in shock over here.

It’s hard to believe that two months have flown by.  There have been so many amazing firsts…..although if you asked me to name any, I’d be hard pressed to pull them up – just like that.  I’m also kinda sad, ’cause I’d like to squish you down and keep you little.

Not that you are really very little at a whopping 14 pounds and 23 inches long.

I think what I mean is that I’d like to stop time.  2 months has whizzed by, and pretty soon you’re going to be graduating and moving out and getting married, and it will have only been yesterday that I gave birth.

So much has happened in these past two months, and a WHOLE lot has not happened. 

Apparently, I can’t do EVERYTHING!  Who knew?

I mean I thought I was freakin’ amazing and could do everything.  I thought that I’d just add this one little baby, and I’d still be able to do everything that I was doing before he was born.

Ha!

HA! HA!

I’m lucky if I get one thing done in a day, and even if I manage to get one thing done, and still have actual day light hours to do another thing on my list…….I haven’t the energy.  I know I’ve complained about being tired, but when I’m rocking the little bugger to sleep at 12:23am while Jon is in bed sleeping, and then up at 5:47am wandering the house trying to get my little darling to burp so he’ll just settle down, and Jon is still sleeping…oh no…..wait a sec…..the alarm just went off….must be 6am…..and now he’s just hit the snooze button…….are you kidding me?  Just get up and rock your son…..I’ve been up 3 times already and my hips are killing me ’cause I need to make a chiro appt…….and there goes the alarm again….and he’s snoozed it AGAIN…………and now 15 million snoozes later it’s 6:52am, and the older kids are stirring and I might as well just get up ’cause the baby still hasn’t………oh, there’s the burp…..and now he’s sleeping, and I’m too annoyed to sleep.  Maybe I’ll be able to get a nap this afternoon…..yah, that’s right.  I’ll try to have a nap……aaaawwwwhhhh, who am I kidding…I can hardly ever nap……….this is definately a 2 shot Americano morning. 

Oh, did I just muse all of that out loud?  Welcome to my world!  We could call the theme tired and frustrated….mostly ’cause I’m tired!  Add a 14 pound mamma’s boy to that mix, and it’s a good time, people!

I’m serious about the not accomplishing anything.  Today, for example, I had a list (I can make lists while I’m nursing, so I know exactly what and how much I AM NOT accomplishing. – Yah Me!  It’s a real boost to the ol’ ego to make a record of what you can’t get done and to watch it just get longer and longer.  So much fun!) and I needed to go shopping.  I hit Costco and Superstore, and made it home before I had to nurse.  I needed to go to about 5 other stores to pick up 1 item from each of them, and before Josiah, that wouldn’t have been a big deal, but taking the baby out of his car seat for 5 minutes and then putting him back in it is frustrating and takes twice as long, and seeing as he doesn’t really like his car seat in the first place…it’s just hell all around, and so I don’t go unless I have someone with me who can stay in the car with the baby…….yes, I AM A DIVA…I need an entourage and I’m okay with that. 

So, I get home, Jon helps to unload the van while I nurse Josiah, and then there is one last trip to make ’cause I forgot to take a deposit to the bank.  Stupid, sleep deprived me!

Now I’m tired and parked in front of my computer covered in barf…..cold wet barf….you should try it….smells lovely!  I should have started dinner, but I haven’t and now I have to scrap what I had planned ’cause there isn’t time, and I have to come up with a quicker meal ’cause I only have half an hour….maybe we’ll have chilli for the 3rd time in a week.  Won’t the kids love that?

I have so much more to say and no more time……maybe I’ll be back later tonight, but probably not…..maybe tomorrow…but don’t hold out too much hope for that either……..until whenever………….

ps.  I have a random set of pics up on Flickr, and I’ll be explaining some of them over the next couple of days posts.  You can get a sneek peek here.

I’m a Really Bad Aunt…………

So, my littlest niece was born 12 days ago in Lebanon, and when I asked if I could be a proud aunty and show you all her sweet picture David gave me the go ahead.

Then in all my “tiredness”  I forgot to actually put the picture up here.

Bad, bad me!  Thanks for the reminder Dave!  Not that you mentioned it in any way, but your commenting on my last post helped me to remember.  So, forgive me….

And, without further ado, here is little Leanna Theresa.

Leanna

She was born on Wednesday September 19th, 2007.

(one day late if she wanted to share a day with me, but that’s okay, ’cause now she has her own special day….but I have absolutely no excuse to EVER forget her birthdate.)

It was a fairly quick delivery, with Liliane being in labour, but not realizing it.  That is definately the way to go.  She was admitted, and they called Dave in around 2pm, and Leanna was born at 3:06pm.

She weighed 3.2kg (7 pounds)  and was approx. 51cm long(20). 

Just a tiny little thing, but look at those chubby cheeks.  Isn’t she darling?

I’m just sad that I don’t get to hold her, but I’ve heard that I might get to one of these days soon.  I do hope she comes over for a visit.  I can’t wait to meet her.

They are all doing well, if not a teeny tiny bit tired – but that’s to be expected with a newborn, eh?

Congratulations to David and Liliane!  I love you both and am so excited for you and with you on the birth of your darling little girl.

Welcome to the family, Leanna!  I have a special cuddle waiting for you for when I get to hold you for the first time!

Love to the boys as well!

An Explanation of Sorts……

I’m tired!

Really seriously freakin’ tired!

So tired that I’d like to remove my eyeballs from my head, and pop them in my mouth to clean them from the gritty sand that feels like it’s embedding its gritty self into them. Then I’d like to remove my head from my body, and place it on the pillow, and leave it there for about a week.  At least them I’d know that some part of me was actually resting and getting some sleep.

Josiah is a lovely, lovely baby.  He is so happy and sweet.  He smiles anytime he’s awake, and is cooing at us, and loves to be held(ALL THE TIME) and I just absolutely love him to bits.

Night times are a bit more of a struggle.  He’s not awake mind you!  He has been waking up every 2 hours in the night which is getting a bit old seeing as he was doing 4 and even 5 hours at times, so I know he can do it, and if I weren’t so tired, I might attempt to just get him back to sleep without nursing him, but there’s the vicious circle……I am too tired to do anything other than roll over and nurse him.

He’s been awake until 1am or so for the last week and a bit, and then where I’d be happy for him to sleep until 4 or 5, NOPE!  Two hours or sometimes even less…..not fun!

I think that my lack of posting is directly related to how tired I am.  When I’m tired – My brain doesn’t function, and NOTHING in this world is funny or cute….not even Jeremy looking at me and asking in all seriousness when we can spend some quality time together?  What six year old asks for quality time……..what six year old uses the word “quality”?  BUT….I’ve got one better.  He asked me the other day if it hurt Josiah when they cut the umbilical cord.  “UMBILICAL!!!!”  seriously people….where does he pick these things up….I don’t even remember using the word in front of him, although obviously I must have mentioned it at some point ’cause where else would he have picked it up, but come on….this is a child who can’t sit still for 2 seconds even if I promised him an entire Halloween’s worth of candy.  Not that I would ’cause then we’d be peeing on walls again…have I told you that story…it’s a doozy…..I’ll look back in the archives to see if I did or didn’t……any way…enough for now.   ’til next time………

You can’t always get what you want………..

This song keeps running  through my head after what went down this weekend.

Geli has been asking and asking and begging and pleading for a while now to be allowed to babysit her siblings, but there isn’t a chance in hell of Jeremy being allowed to stay home without adult supervision…….and……honestly up until Sunday afternoon, I’d not even entertained the thought of Geli and Xan being at home by themselves.

Jon and I decided in Sunday afternoon to pop out and get a coffee with the two boys, and left the girls under penalty of death to not answer the door or the phone unless it was Jon’s cell number on the call display screen.

We had a nice coffee and then stopped in at a store, and then headed home when I got a call from my sister asking where we were when would we be home from shopping…..?

Hmmmmm, how did she know….well the girls had told her…..apparently our “Don’t answer the phone EVER unless it’s Dad.“, translated into “Oh, but if you’re curious ’cause the person calls twice in a row, and it says unknown caller, and you’re really wanting to figure out who it is, and it must be important ’cause they called twice!” then you could answer that one……I guess we still have a few kinks to work out.

Any how, that’s not the point of the story.  We made it home and the girls had done fabulously, and only created a giant freaking teeny tiny bit of a mess with blankets and popcorn in the TV room.  We had a chat about how “DON’T ANSWER THE PHONE!”  meant “SERIOUSLY, DON’T ANSWER THE FREAKIN’PHONE ‘CAUSE THERE ARE NO GUARANTEES THAT IT WILL BE YOUR AUNT!”

Moving on, ’cause that still is not what I’m trying and failing to get at.  At the end of it all, it comes out that our children WANT to be latch key kids.  With the sheer number of latch key kids running around this world, our children are severly cheesed that they don’t get to have a key and come home alone to an empty house. 

It’s funny how you always want what you don’t have.  Our children have a home where both parents are home ALL THE TIME!  and all they can think about is how cool it would be if we were gone when they got home.

Of all the problems in life to have, this is one that I’m thrilled about.  Not that they don’t want us around, but that they have the good fortune of having us both around.  I’m not so thrilled that they don’t appreciate what they’ve got, but I am happy that they don’t have to deal with not having either of their parents around after school.  It must be so hard for both the parent and the child to not be able to be there for the after school time.  I can’t imagine and fortunately, right now I don’t have to.

Happy Day

It’s been a great day so far.

I got a text at 12:02am…..actually, lets back up a little.  Mum C  came out yesterday afternoon, and took me shopping and out for coffee.  So much fun!

Then, First thing today at 12:02am,  I was in bed reading…Josiah had just gone to sleep, and I was winding down when I heard my phone chime – letting me know I had a msg.  I contemplated leaving it ’till the morning, but I couldn’t sleep knowing that “I had a text!“  So I slithered slowly out of bed so as not to disturb the sleeping prince, and…….my baby brother had wished me my first birthday wish.  He’s so sweet.  I went to sleep after that.

Josiah wished me a freakin’ happy birthday from 3:12am until 4:25am, and let me tell you……I was so excited that he woke me up to tell me that.  When I crawled out of bed bleary eyed at about 9am, I wobbled into the bathroom to see what new wrinkles “32” had brought me, but it’s really hard to differentiate between the wrinkles and the bags, so I just slathered on 50 lbs of make up, and called it a draw.

My grandma came over this morning, and cleaned my kitchen.  It was almost the “bestest” birthday present EVER.  I HATE cleaning the kitchen, and she even mopped my floor.  Then  she helped to fold my mountain of laundry.  It was so nice to feel like I’m a little bit ahead of the game instead of always a step behind.

Then, Jon took me and a friend out for Japanese food.

I’ve not done a whole lot of Japanese food “restauranting”, and aside from California Rolls – my Japanese food experiences have been very limited.

 It was all very delicious, and I really enjoyed myself.  I even got a present.  Thanks, P.D.!

Then, I headed off to my OB/GYN, where I fully expected to get back in the saddle, but was pleasantly surprised when he informed me that I wasn’t due for the dreaded PAP unil March…..sweet!  It was a quick in and out visit, and I headed off to the post office “cause I’d recieved a notice that there was a package for me.

ITZBEENGuess what I got?  Someone sent me this, and I LOVE IT.  It’s all ready worth every penny that was paid for it just for one simple function.  It counts how long in between feedings and diapers and sleepings, but when you press the button, you no longer have to try and remember the time that you started feeding, and to be calculating how long you’ve been nursing for – it calculates that for you.  That is a something that I am having a hard time with.  Sleep Deprevation is kicking my butt,  and messing with my brain.

Any way, I LOVE THIS LITTLE MACHINE. 

Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, you know who! 

This was a fabulous birthday present, even if you didn’t realize that it was my birthday.

This evening, the kids requested a special dinner for my birthday, and so I made myself a roast chicken dinner with potatoes and veggies and gravy, and yorkshire pudding.  That was so nice of me to make that for myself.  It was delicious, and the kids ate and ate and ate until I thought they’d be sick! 

This was the best part of my day.  I couldn’t be more thankful for this……..

Kids and I

The 6th Week Pleasure

So, It’s my birthday tomorow.  Pretty exciting stuff. 

 I had really wanted to be finished having kids before I was 30, and had everything worked out acording to MY plans, Nathaniel would have been born in May of 2005, and then a couple of months later I would have turned 30……things don’t always turn out like you plan.  Now here I am, and Josiah was born a month and a half befire I turned 32.

That seems kinda weird, ’cause I remember my mom turning 32.  I would have been 9 or 10 years old, and she was my mom….and seemed so grown up.  Now here I am, with my own 10 year old, and I keep hoping that no one will find out that I’m just playing house, ’cause I don’t feel “grown up”, at least not as old as my perception of my 32 year old mother.  Not that I think that 32 is old – ’cause I don’t, but to a 10 year old…..I think  hope I come across as pretty grown up and mature….

So, do you all have any idea as to what happens in a young mom’s life around 6 weeks post partum….yup!  You got it!

Nothing says Happy Birthday like a sweet trip to the OB/GYN! 

I have been putting off making my 6 week checkup, and well, seeing as  I’m now late for it, I figured I’d call, and if I were lucky they’d be booked up until the 10th week of Octember…..NO SUCH LUCK!  The receptionist calms says, “I can fit you in tomorrow at 1:50pm…….

Thanks!  Thanks so much for fitting me in.  I love me some stirrup time.  Happy birthday, yeehaw! 

At least I know, I’ll be taking a shower tomorrow, and those have been in short supply around here recently.

Giddyup!

Growing up with Family

When we were growing up, we lived in North Vancouver.  My Dad and his brothers were born and raised there, and married and had kids of thier own.  My mom had moved to North Van (at some point, but she’s not here and so I don’t know exactly when, but my mom and dad were teenagers together, so….I have no idea where I’m going with this…moving on).

So, we as family grew up together, and most of all of my aunts and uncles had kids, and we had the pleasure of growing up together…..we all lived fairly close together when we were very young, and often slept over at each others house.

It was hard when different ones moved out of North Vancouver, and we weren’t this tight little family unit living on top of each other.  It was especially weird when I started having kids, and there weren’t a bunch of other cousins running around to play with and grow up with.

My cousin and his wife had a little boy just shortly after J was born, and only recently have they two boys really hit it off.  It’s nice to see how well they play together, and just recently, we had Ben sleep over at our house.  The boys laughed and played and chattered and giggled until super late at night, but NOT ONCE did they ever quarrel, and only once did they have a fight. 

It wasn’t a real fight – well, it was a real fight, but it was a boy fight, and not an angry fight.  They were playing and then wrestling, and then started fighting….one thing led to another, and then we were dealing with a bloody nose.  Nice!  That’s when we figured that “wrestling” wasn’t such a good idea, and moved onto a movie.

It did bring back serious memories of my own childhood, and my two brothers “playing
 with my two cousins, Darryl and Matt.  They had their fair share of cuts and scrapes and bloody incidences…..and I wonder how my parents and my aunt and uncle handled it.

Here is the fight in all it’s glory…..I love the power swinging arm motions, and the stomach punches, and the groin kicks.  If you watch carefully, you can see the last few hits that result in Ben’s bloody nose. 

Just a warning, it’s blurry – Blame the Camera Man (Jon)!


All of that, resulted in this……
Bloody Nose
I felt so bad!  He was such a brave little guy!

And We’re Moving On…….

We are still doing the healthy food thingy over here, in fact Jon is halfway through a real honest to goodness cleanse.  He’s doing the First Cleanse by Renew Life.

Its a gentle cleanse, and takes 15 days to do.  It says that based on the toxins and “stuff” (my term not theirs) that it’s clearing from your body you might feel like crap (again, my words – not theirs) and possible have an upser tummy or (wicked – my adjective – not theirs) headaches for the first 2 to 3 days.

When I did this cleanse last year, I had a bit of a headache for the first 2 days, and was fine after that.  Jon, on the other hand, felt like someone took a 2 x 4 and wacked him repeatedly in the back of the head  for a whole week.  That was on top of some intestinal discomfort, and EXTREME fatigue.  He must have needed some cleaning out, eh?

Just over a week into it, and he’s starting to feel human again.

Anyway, we are still trying to be healthy and eat healthy, and I’ve found the MOST AMAZING cookie recipe, and being the sharing type that I am – I’m going to share it with you.

Oatmeal Cookies with Zucchini

1/2 cup shortening (I use Organic butter)
3/4 cup honey
1 egg
1 cup of whole wheat flour (I use Kamut flour)
1 cup of regular flour (I use 1.5 cups of Spelt flour)
1 tsp baking soda
1 tsp cinnamon
1/2 tsp of nutmeg
1/4 tsp salt
1 cup grated zucchini
1 cup oatmeal
1 cup raisins

Instructions:  Preheat the oven to 375 degrees.  Cream together the shortening and honey.  Add the egg and beat well.  Stir together the flour, baking soda, cinnamon, nutmeg and salt.  Add the  dry mixture  alternately with the zucchini to the egg miture.  Stir in the oatmeal and raisins.  Drop by teaspoons onto greased cookie sheet.  Bake for 10 to 12 minutes.

These are DELICIOUS, and I even made some last night and didn’t have any zucchini on hand, but used canned pumpkin, and they are amazing.  I think I might try it with carrot as well.  They are a bit muffin-like in texture, and one of these days I’m going to try and make them with a butter substitute like oil or applesauce.  Then they would be wheat, sugar and dairy free.  For now, I’ll be happy with the wheat and sugar free side of it.

So, this post has taken forever to type (cause I was nursing), and now I have to go and get changed because Sia barfed his entire feed all over me and him……lovely! 

Ta Ta for now!

ps. I keep them in a sealed container so they stay moist, but my kids love them and that’s what counts (aside from the healthy aspect – of course)

Every other day….or so….

So I was looking at my calendar on the side (over there on the left hand side – see that litle calendar of September) and if I write today, then I’ve done every other day this week.  That’s pretty good considering my track record lately.

Josiah is …..well, no he’s not really getting into a routine, at least not a predictable one.  He is nursing every 3 hours now instead of every 2 hours, and if I (whispering so no one will crucify me for doing this) put him on his tummy, he will sleep a little in between feedings, and my poor aching back can get a little bit of a break.

Yes, I know all about SIDS, and how to “put your baby BACK to sleep”, but all of my monkeys have flailed around on their backs and woken up every 3 minutes, and Josiah hates to be swaddled because he likes his hands up by his face, and really…I don’t have time to argue about this, because the kid is going to wake up, and then I’m occupied, so…..seeing as it’s my blog…..we are moving on.

Jeremy post dental surgeryJeremy had dental surgery today.  We are terrible parents, and he has a bazillion cavities, and one of his teeth was rotten so bad, that it needed a rooth canal, and so they just yanked it out and put a spacer in it’s place.  Then he had 2 teeth crowned, and a couple other fillings.  I’d like to say that we are not terribly parents, but I really don’t know.  Does he just have bad teeth.  When they came out at a year old, they had little brown spots on them, and I wonder if it had something to do with all the meds he was on as an infant, or if he just has extremely soft teeth.  I do know that he didn’t get the same care and attention as Geli and Xan, but I didn’t think we were THAT lax.  Oh well, I can beat myself up over it or move on and let it go.  We’ve been EXTREMELY dilligent with his teeth and brushing and flossing, and now that everything is fixed, we’l be able to tell in 6 months to a year if it’s us or his cruddy teeth.  Is it bad that I’m hoping it’s the teeth?

The picture is him post surgery and laying very quietly.  I think I’d like him to have surgery once a week if it means he’s going to be still and quiet for the whole day.  Just kidding!  sort of!

And, I’m tired!  Yup, I was so tired last night, while I was waiting for 10:30pm to roll around so we could give Josiah a bath and then I could nurse him to sleep, that I almost cried thinking about having to get up with him in the middle of the night. 

We made it until bed time, though, and the wonderful little man fell asleep at 11pm, and didn’t wake up unti 3:56am….and I didn’t cry when I got up to change his diaper.  Yah for me! And a huge YAh for him.  All of my kids have been pretty good in the sleep department, and it’s nice to have another one that looks like he won’t be doing the “up every hour or even every other hour” night feeds.  I don’t like those!  And no one in my family likes me when I have to do one of those.  Heck, I don’t even like me when I have to do one of those.  Mean and Nasty!

I have found one little item that I want, and I just need to save up the money to get it.  It’s not too expensive, but I don’t have any discretionary fnds right now, and I don’t want to go back to doing lunch monitoring at the school right now.

Any way, enough about that, it’s this cool little device.

The Itzbeen!

It counts time and helps to keep track of how long you fed and which side you last nursed on.  It keeps track of the details so that you and your sleep deprived brain doesn’t have to.  It even has a little flash light so you can see your baby in the dark – if you’re anal and just want to check that they are still breathing in their little bassinette right beside you….’cause it’s not like you didnt’ hear them grunting and moaning around a gas bubble about 20 seconds ago.

Anyway, it’s totally cool, and I can buy one on-line, or they have them at a shop in Vancouver.  It’s totally affordable at about $40, and SO worth the hassle of not having to try and recall all that information.

So, I’m sitting here in my pyjamas, and cooking some rice noodles for J to eat, and Sia is sleeping, and I really have to go and try to do “something”…..I’m not sure what the something is…..there are just so many somethings that need to be done.  Maybe I’ll just ignore it all and read.  That’s “something” – isn’t it?

Edited to Add:

I’d love to start my own on-line store with all the cool baby items that I’ve found  and endorse.  Doesn’t that sound like fun?  I’ve been thinking about it for a while, and will have to talk to Jon about it to see if it’s even worth pursuing the thought any further.  It’s not like I wouldn’t be ble to get a smoking website – I even know an amazing web designer who I could probably convince to make me one for some “favors”.  What do you think about the idea?

Time Flies

JosiahJosiah’s getting so big.  I’m not sure if I really like this picture, because he looks like a little boy, and not a tiny baby.

I’d rather dress him in little footed jammies, and onesies,and have him look little rather than put really cute tiny big kid clothes on him, but I figured that if I didn’t put this outfit on him, that he’d out grow it before he ever wore it, so this was his first day of real clothes….as opposed to pajama type baby clothes.

Yes, Jon is holding him, but he made a goofy face, and this was the cutest one of Josiah.  So I just cropped Jon right out of it.  Nice of me, eh?

I still can’t believe that Josiah is almost 6 weeks old now…..Boo Hoo!  Where has the time gone?  Before I blink he’ll be 16 and learning how to drive.  Can’t go there…freaking out……….moving on to a different topic.

Jeremy!  Oh my sweet boy!  What will I do with you?  You are sure teaching me a lot of different things, and not all of them did I want to learn or ever have to deal with.

So, first of all Jeremy was placed in the Grade 2/3 split class, and because he left Grade one not meeting the requirements for the Grade 1 level – I’ll admit……I was a little shocked when we were notified that he was in this class.  And then, to learn who his teacher was……well, she’s very strict and…ummmm……….comes across harsh and….ummmm……well, she seems kind of mean – to be honest.

So, Jon tells me that we have a meeting with his teacher, and the Learning Assistance Guy, and the Behavioral Guy on Monday after school.   Jeremy hadn’t been feeling well over the weekend, but seemed to be fine on Sunday.  On Monday when we were walking to school, he started complaining about feeling sick when we were just across the street from the school.  Hmmm!  What’s up with that?

He was full on stressed out and panicking by the time we got to where his class lines up to go into their class.  I walked him to his class, and then left him there crying.  Felt like a fabulous parent – NOT – , but I was hoping that he’d calm down and get “into” it, and be okay.

We got a call at recess time saying that he still wasn’t feeling well, and could we come and get him.  We did pick him up, but told him that if he was coming home sick…sick kids had to go and get in their beds ’cause staying home from school, sick, wasn’t a very fun thing to do.  To my surprise, he went and got into his bed, and promptly fell asleep.  No physical signs of sickness though.  All stress related!

We showed up at this meeting on Monday afternoon, and it wasn’t a bad meeting,  more along the lines of trying to figure out strategies to help Jeremy and his teacher in the classroom.  We shared a bit about J, and the LA teacher shared some as well, seeing as he knows J from last year.  The behavior guy helped to tweak some ideas about how to help J and to keep the teacher from going insane.

I thought it was a pretty good meeting as far as the two aid guys, but was getting some very weird signals from the teacher.  It really felt like she was upset that she had been given “this problem” to have to deal with, and I was feeling like she was very unhappy and upset that she”had” to deal with any of this.  Then, with no warning or reason, she got up and left the meeting.  Really, it was totally rude and completely outside of normal social acceptable behavior.  So much so, that I outright asked the LA guy if “this” was going to be a problem.  He assured me that he didn’t think so and we all went our seperate ways.

Jon and I talked about this at home, and were very upset about how it had gone down.  The next morning he went in to talk to the LA guy, and while he (the LA guy) felt for us, seeing as he was the teachers colleague it was probably better handled through the principal.  He had informed the principal as to how the meeting had gone……..the grand exit and all.

Jon called the school and arranged to have a meeting with the principal this morning.  Apparently, the teacher was upset, and in our talking, had heard some things incorrectly.  At one point we were talking about how if you yell at J then he shuts down and you lose him, and until he calms down you really can’t get through to him.  She took this to say that you can never yell at him, and she apparently has a very brusque style, and was upset, and ……….well, she was just overwhelmed about everything.

The principal assured her that of all the kids in the school, she wasn’t going to find more supportive parents than us, and that Jeremy was the best kid to have in her class. 

He even explained to Jon that the reason J was in the 2/3 split was because although J lagged a tiny bit in his reading and writing levels, he was “light years” ahead of grade level as far as comprehension and verbal skills – yes, my boy can talk.

So, we’ve had two full school days since then, and although we are still working things through…..things are MUCH better that I had even thought that they would be, and he’s gone to school free from stress related illnesses, and even had some REALLY good moments.  They are working out a chart/reward system, and he’s doing really well.  I actually think that there is a possibility that  he could excel in this class and under her teaching.  We’ll see!  But I’m much more hopeful than I was on Monday evening.  On Monday, I was just plain outright upset, and seriously hoping that I wouldn’t even have to consider homeschooling…….’CAUSE I AM NOT A HOMESCHOOLING MOM! 

Thankfully, no considering needed!  Well, I’m off to nurse a screaming boy!  Later!