Friday, October 19, 2012


At Sam's school, they have bees. You start your day with your bee in the green hive. If you are misbehaving, the teacher will warn you by moving your bee to the yellow hive. Continue to behave badly and your bee goes in the red hive. If you end up in the red hive too many times for the same reason, you have to complete a 'Think About It' form.

So far this year, Sam has already had two 'Think About Its' and can barely go two days without landing his bee in the red hive. The one 'Think About It' was for kissing his best friend, and while we had a long discussion about personal space and appropriateness of kissing at school, I wasn't too upset with him over that one. The real problem is that he just can't stop talking. Ever. His teacher called home the other day, and I'm starting to worry about what we're going to hear when we go in for his parent-teacher conference in a few weeks.


Maggie is thoroughly enjoying school. She enjoys it so much that she forgets to go to the bathroom while she's there, and pees herself almost every day during pickup. Good times. We're working with her teachers to help quell this issue.


Last week we had to go in for a meeting with Lucy's teachers. They called us in because they've noticed some behaviors that were raising some flags. Red flags. She fixates, objectifies her peers, doesn't make eye contact. Lucy has always been quirky, but the stress of the move has taken her quirky personality and turned it up to eleven. So we've agreed to have her undergo a battery of screenings. I think that, if she does end up with some sort of diagnosis, it will be on the mild side, and I'm not averse to getting some insight into how she ticks. But still, it kind of sucks. As a parent, it's tough to hear that there might be something "wrong" with your kid. Not because of the stigma or anything, but because you want them to have an easy, happy life. Anything that might stand in the way of that is upsetting.

I don't think anyone could ever pin a label on this kid, but anything we can do to help her move through life more easily has to be the right thing to do.

Now we just have to wait for Freddie to develop some sort of issue!

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susan said...

The scariest thing i've ever done was sign the paper that the lady who had come to our home to do an in-home screening gave me on her way out, giving permission for three strangers behind one-way glass to watch my boy interact with another stranger in a place we had never been before. It was also, looking back, the best thing I could of done for all three of us. The label is something we've chosen to use as a sign post. It pointed us in a particular direction and along that path we've found an incredible number of tools. Some work. Some are old and rusty and out of date. Some make me want to poke my eyes out with sharp sticks. Some work for a week and then make me want to poke my eyes out with sharp sticks. Mostly, though, knowing that we're headed somewhere instead of floundering around aimlessly keeps me sane and makes it a little easier to plod along on the roughest days. Big hugs to you and all of your kiddos, issues and all! xoxoxo

Arizaphale said...

Darned kids all come with their own peculiar brand of 'makes life interesting'don't they? Recently the BA seems to be morphing into her group's number one Partay Gal. I can't be too surprised since I was exactly the same. It's just I wished (like you said) she could do it easier and happier than I did. I dread what I am going to see/read on facebook next :-(
Glad you're going to have Lucy assessed, even if only to eliminate things. She could just be really stressed from the move....

Amy Jo said...

Thanks ladies. I know this is all relative, but it's been tough. Good luck with your little (or not so little!) ones!