Addison has discovered MineCraft. However he has run into a snag in his gaming adventures. Dear Husband and I won’t allow it on our phones. Their our phones and they would be monopolized by an 8 year old should we relent. We don’t own an iPad. Addison has sweet talked my mother-in-law into downloading the free version on hers but he doesn’t see her often enough to fill his MineCraft appetite. He has begged for the computer version but it is $26. I told him we could get it on the computer as long as he earned the $26 through chores and whatnot. He was gung-ho over this idea until it actually came to doing any work. Apparently he has a problem with bending over and picking up a toy with a purpose other than playing with it. Needless to say the play room is a pit and the legos are 3 inches deep on his bedroom floor.
This sudden aversion to chores has been going on for about 2 months. However, he has come up with an alternate plan. Sell stuff. He and his buddy were all set to set up shop out in the driveway regardless of the 40 degrees and wind. Unfortunately it was almost dinner time and his friend had to go home. We’ll see what retail adventures tomorrow brings.
Allow me to translate. STUFF! That your child would like. Giant Stuffed Bear: $5, Green Army Men .25, Wax Stick Man $2, Clock That Plays Lullabys $15, Minerals $1 (i.e. shiny rocks he found outside), Glass Model of Thomas $10
This cute boy: priceless.
Posted by Hugs, Kisses and Snot on March 25, 2013
What in the world does one wear on Palm Sunday when it’s 35 degrees and windy? I can’t wrap my head around winter clothes when we’re one week out from Easter. Wearing wool sweaters in dark and muted tones with a suede skirt does not say Hosanna in the slightest. First world problems right here, people.
I know, I know, it’s not about the clothes, but I couldn’t help lament my wardrobe this morning. I settled on a cream cable knit sweater, a long orange/red skirt with butterfly stitching and cream tights. I just can’t wear dark brown or black on Palm Sunday. Can’t do it. (more…)
Posted by Hugs, Kisses and Snot on March 24, 2013
Sometimes it’s easy to forget how young 7 is especially when your 7 year old is almost up to your shoulder and his feet are almost as big as yours. Yesterday was a tough day. Today we’re all good but yesterday I was reminded that he is really small (even though he is tall) and tender and has only been on this earth for 7 short years. 7 is still a tender age in my opinion.
We send them off to school with all the bigger kids and expect them to act big too. We want them to sit in quiet little circles and do their work quietly and work cooperatively with each other (even if they don’t like each other) and make responsible choices. Those are all behaviors that will take years to develop. Adults can hardly make responsible choices themselves let alone a 1st grader. For lunch you can choose pizza or salad. Make a responsible decision! Right now their fidgety little bodies are growing and their fidgety little brains are absorbing all the data that is thrown at them all day long and trying to process it. Then when they get too fidgety we get frustrated and snap at them to sit still for one friggin’ second (and by we I mean me). He needs loving adults to hold his hand and hug him when his eyes well up. He needs to be heard and validated, not dismissed and ignored.
At the same time, he can’t always make wise decisions on his own so he needs those loving adults to guide him and sometimes make those decisions for him. Sorry, but no matter how much he begs me to watch Star Wars Episode III I’m not caving in. Just because he can ride a two-wheeler and is better at the Wii than me doesn’t mean he is ready for PG-13 violence. There will be plenty of time for all of that. Why does it have to start so young? When did desensitizing our kids become okay?
I may sound like a paranoid mom who won’t let my kid out of my sight. I’m not a helicopter mom, really I’m not. But I do love him with the ferocity of a mother bear and mother bears protect. There is this other part of me that wonders if I need to be more like a mama bird. Mama bird’s know that their little one isn’t going to survive unless they learn to fly. Even if it means pushing him out of the nest, he has to figure it out on his own if he is going to take flight. It’s a difficult juggling act to keep him close but also send him into the world. I don’t want him hurt but I also want him to know how to take care of himself. While I write I find that I’m conflicted because I’m all about letting kids be kids and not pushing them to grow up too fast. But at the same time I know that he will eventually need to grow up and will look to us for the tools to make it through that harrowing experience. Part of me wants to let it happen organically but there are a lot of outside factors that I have to take into account that will have an influence on him. I start to wonder — What will have more influence, mom and dad or…the big bad world?
Right now my inner mother bear and mama bird are at odds with each other.
Posted by Hugs, Kisses and Snot on March 6, 2012
Even though I have titled this post A Conclusion I don’t really know if it is. When it comes to parenting there is never a conclusion so I guess this is sort of a conclusion to this little chapter in our lives. The beginning of this “life chapter” can be found here.
Around the time pre-school was starting we were beginning to wind up our listening therapy with our OT. We had started with the OT in December and by June of 2008 the therapist felt that the therapy had progressed nicely and Addison had made enough improvement that he would be done seeing her by the end of the summer. That was music to my ears and confirmed the changes I had been seeing in him. (more…)
Posted by Hugs, Kisses and Snot on September 2, 2011
Addison’s 3rd birthday came and went and much to my chagrin he was still in a diaper. (more…)
Posted by Hugs, Kisses and Snot on June 26, 2011
Sorry it’s taken me a while to get to part 5 of this story. There is a lot to think about. I’ve got a lot on my mind and will be going off on a few tangents, so please bear with me.
Addison began listening therapy in early December, 2007. I would take him to the OT’s office once a week and then at home we would do the therapy twice a day for 30 minutes each time. He would wear special headphones and a little fanny pack that held the CD player. The OT would “lend” me the CD for the week and we would get a new one the next time we saw her. I had to buy special headphones because they needed to allow him to hear both the music and everything else that was going on around him. We would play and do our thing around the house while he wore the headphone, fanny pack combo.
I wish I had a picture of him with his gear. It was pretty cute.
January, 2007 (more…)
Posted by Hugs, Kisses and Snot on April 26, 2011
After I posted Reflections on Addison – Part 3 I had a lot of moms tell me they had been through something similar or knew a mom who seemed to be struggling with trying to handle a “spirited” child. Spirited – hummm…that sure is a nice term for a tiny person who is driving you to the brink of insanity. My heart truly goes out to moms who are at the end of their rope. That’s part of the reason I write about Addison…I hope to give other parents hope and know that they are not alone.
Last time I said we were going to talk about Sensory Processing Disorder (SPD) so let’s do that. The first step is in recognizing signs of SPD. Here are some basic questions to ask: (more…)
Posted by Hugs, Kisses and Snot on April 16, 2011
Let’s talk about tantrums. Every child has them. You pluck your child from the playground at the park and go kicking and screaming to the car. You refuse to buy chocolate coated sugar bomb cereal and witness a meltdown in the middle of isle 3. You tell your child for the 10th time to put Edward down, that he doesn’t belong to us, it’s time to go and you end up doing the walk of shame from the very back of the book store (where the children’s section is hidden) past the barista and stacks of best sellers that you will never have time to read with a kicking, red faced, wailing child whose cries can be heard from self-help to periodicals. (more…)
Posted by Hugs, Kisses and Snot on April 7, 2011
Approx. 17 months old
Pretty cute, huh? What you don’t see is the mommy behind the camera who is slowly coming unhinged. (more…)
Posted by Hugs, Kisses and Snot on March 28, 2011
When I sit and think back on the past 6 1/2 years I think about the joy, pain, tears, temper tantrums, screaming, laughter, learning, therapy and joy. The list could go on and on. I’m pretty sure that all of those things would make the list when parents think about the early years.
I’m reflecting on Addison because it amazes us at how far he has come.
October 22, 2004
Posted by Hugs, Kisses and Snot on March 21, 2011