I am hoping that our schedule lessens in the next few weeks...just in time for the holidays!
On Monday I took Chan to the doc to have a blood test done. I was worried that she may be anemic - super tired, pale, catching everything that is out there this season. But everything came back fine. The supposed explanation is that girls begin puberty at age 8 (which she will be in Feb) and she could be having bursts of hormones and that is what is affecting her. I don't know about you, but I don't want to talk about anything "bursting" in my 7.5 year old. Um, no thanks.
On Tuesday I took Casey to the immediate care because she suddenly had an extreme skin irritation. It was one of the most unpleasant experiences of my life. She had a staph infection and they were 99% sure that it was MRSA. They sent a sample off to the lab, but bacteria has to grow before they can confirm their suspicions and in the mean time I have to apply a topical ointment to the area for 6 weeks. Merry Christmas to me!
I am hoping that what Q is going through these days is part of the terrible two's. He is very stubborn and is becoming a champion temper tantrum thrower. I was "that lady" in Target last weekend. You know the one - the one with the screaming child who is throwing things repeatedly out of the buggy, and the woman looks like she could have a break down in aisle 9 at any moment...and you wonder to yourself "Why doesn't she just take that child home?" and she is ruining everyone else's quiet moments at Target...yeah, that was me. So, the other night while talking on the phone to my father I said...
Me: Is Ger (my stepmom) around? I have some discipline questions that I want to talk to her about.
Dad: What, you don't think that I am good enough to talk to about those things?
Me: Ok....
So I go into a lengthy explanation of my situation - he is nonverbal, the guilt I have with disciplining him, I am so unsure of how to handle a boy like this, the girls were so different...and on....
Dad: Yeah, um, hold on, let me get Ger for you.
So I talked to Ger for a while. She is one of the kindest, most helpful people on the planet. Truly. And I love her. Afterwards, Dad got back on the phone.
Me: Thanks for letting me talk to Ger. So that wasn't the kind of discipline question that were expecting? Were you looking for more of a 'to spank or not to spank' kind of discussion?
Dad: Right.
Me: I already know that your answer to that would be....
Dad: Always air on the side of brutality.
Excellent advice, Dad. Really. Outstanding.
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Linus and I were at Kroger one time when he was 16 or 18 months. I was trying to unload the cart and checkout, but he wanted to run around or throw something or run around throwing things so I had to hold him while he flailed. The off-duty deputy came over and asked if I needed any help.
Usually, cops ask me questions like, "Where are you going in such a hurry," or "You do realize the light was red, don't you?" So, I was in unfamiliar territory with this one. Apparently my deer in the headlights look let the deputy know that I was indeed in need of backup. So, she kindly took Linus and he instantly calmed down as if he knew that the badge and the uniform meant business. She let him pull the pens out of her pocket and jingle the chains on her cuffs.
After about 15 minutes or so, I was checked out and we were ready to go and Linus understood that he should go quietly.
Perhaps you should consult mom for advice. Sounds like you have a mini-Chris on your hands - nonverbal, tantrum throwing. Yep. That was Chris!
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