I was rushing to get to school first because my monkey is yet able to understand the importance of following directions. For example, the car pool line is just not a place he is going to wait. So, I pulled up to the school at 1:15 and started my way into the building. Funny thing is most people don't elaborate on their self talk, but since I have chosen to blog my daily routines. [ I guess my inner thoughts are important. Why? I am not sure, but if will help me and others understand the daily stresses we go through then I guess it is important.
Not only have I been introduced to the world of toddlers, I am now embarking on a journey of is it s two year old reaction, was there noise, did we change the routine, is there something we did different, maybe daddy drove him to school and did not sing the ANNIE song we sign every waking moment when he won't focus, maybe it was the lights blinking, maybe he is just a bully, maybe he better be autistic or he is going to get a good spanking, did he not get enough breakfast, did he hide any food in his pockets, did he run across the room and beat on his future wife for no reason, did he decide today is the day he was going to eat in the trash because mommy never feeds him sugar..hmmmmmmmm. Is today the day he is officially going to get written up, yes, I have learned there are official reports called Incident/Accident reports. What do you do?
Ok, now all of that went through my brain in thirty seconds flat, I cross my fingers and get to the door. There is he is waiting for me with his sweet smile and excitement. I want to believe it but I know the other side to him. Within a moment flat he went from sweet to a bully. He turned and pushed the boy next to him who was trying to get into his space. He then turned around saying kissy kissy (yes, from annie). The teacher comes over for the normal run down. The only thing I care about is do I have a note. LOL.
We struggle daily with lunch bunch. Besides the fact he won't eat much of anything, food can't touch, the environment has to be pleasing to him, he has to move his chairs where he likes them....who knows it is an ordeal every day and it depends on where he wants to sit. We move his table at least three times a day. Now, the good news we have learned to sit and use a spoon and fork. This is huge improvement. He is placed in the highchair with the others at the table but he still does not want to eat. When his mind is focused on one thing forget it. However, he has learned real quick what these things are mommy does let him have except for holidays.
Today he had a cupcake and he ate it like he was a starving child, like I am told. Low and behold he managed to sneak away and try to get it another one out of the trash. For a flat moment, I had the horror of "They must think I don't feed him" then I shrugged it off, truly everyone should understand why the child who got up at 4:00 am Sunday, no nap, and would not quit running until 10:00 pm is NEVER GETTING SUGAR.........LOL
Ok, so we are passed the eating out of the trash, we make it to the hallway I let him walk independently. Here we go run, left turn, and tries to escape me. You have to understand my entire weekend and Wed and Friday is driving and waving and saying good bye to the school. He loves school, he loves being there, and he does not understand why we can't sleep and eat there. I am working on a picture board that should help in daily transitions but I am waiting to take some pictures tomorrow. Ok, I chase him down the hall another teacher says I am a good momma. I am not sure if it is pity or compliment, but hell I will take any of it. My brain is saying patience, transition is something he struggles with and I am not carrying 35 pounds over my shoulders anymore.
Now we make it to the hall way. This is great! Right in front of the door he plays limp boy, you know that great trick where we lay flat and nobody can pick up the child. Not only do we lay flat we start the punching, kicking and screaming. I am not a big person on public display of affection, but now I am forced to be part of it. The only way to calm him at all is to lay on the floor with him. I have become a master at blocking the punches. This took about 5 minutes and we managed to get the the transition of LOVE LOVE and hugs. That is what we say when we try to move him past his meltdowns. Ok, we made it we are on our feet.
I state the command "run run" and squeeze his hand, but I know it will only be until the door and we will start the banging. Yes, here is comes in front of all the cars. Finally, we get to the stairs and we make it to the car. How? I have to sing the song ANNIE "Tomorrow" to get his attention and then I have to make up words to it. For example, go down the stairs, see the black truck, run run, we will have some fun, at home. Any time I need him to focus and get out of the meltdown generally have to sing it in words to him and it works if it is to the song TOMORROW. This can be applied to any situation, but let me tell you singing ANNIE Sunday am at Kroger is not FUN. It is 6:00 am and I am singing to him at KROGER to get him to follow directions, talk about tired self esteem issues. I always wanted to be on Broadway, but not this way.
Naptime: I tried everything it is not happening today. He watched Annie and ate his lunch, then went upstairs and the only thing that would calm him today is his IPOD Touch for at least thirty minutes. He was not going to have a nap. After I put him in his make shift room, my closet, yes that is what I said.....
We have stairs and he can break through the gates and climb them, so I spent last weekend cleaning out my closet - pretty big- and putting him his toddler bed in there and decorated it with monkeys. I call it an adjoining suite. It gives me peace of mind while we are coming up with solutions for the balcony. So, today he banged his head for thirty minutes straight. I left him in there but it was to the point of sheet rock breaking. So, I had to let him out and he climbed in the big bed to spread out and play his IPOD games. I was determined to make him rest and learn nap time. I think he put me to sleep and played games for an hour instead. He slapped me across the face when his IPOD battery died, so that his how naptime went.
We went and had dinner and DADDY came to the rescue and let me go to YOGA. Daddy puts him to bed everynight. So, tonight the ordeal was less time, no IPOD, and only 45 minutes of kicking and screaming but in the end we won the battle tonight. He is in the monkey suite sleeping and I am getting ready for the morning ordeal.
Never take for granted having the ability to be flexibility. I am trying many techniques to change up his routine, a little at a time, but it is all over if he does not get up, stretch, shower, play I-pod 5 minutes, watch annie, eat banana and waffle, and carry his bag to the car. He goes into complete meltdown mode and starts hitting. The good news, we have managed to break the SONIC APPLE SLUSH habit. AMEN!
Thanks for listening to my thoughts, tomorrow is speech therapy so more to come......
Remember, fingers crossed, EMPTY FOLDERS EMPTY FOLDERS ----no news is good news in the world of mommy with