Tuesday, February 26, 2013

only 64 days since christmas

yup. finally getting to christmas. maybe i'll blog our disney trip before we go back there again.

 santa uses adorable polar bear wrapping paper and has very nice handwriting.  he took a bite out of each cookie and drank most of his milk.  the reindeer chomped their carrots.  the carrots had to have green (per quentin.)




the baby gate kept the horde of dogs away and also slowed the kids' assault on the gift piles.  cousin strategery below.


identifying their gifts



c'mon, mom.  we're ready to open them.



cousin party


plus beagle



santa brought caroline the xylophone she explicitly requested.


and he hit it out of the park with Q's color changer monster trucks.  (they change color when dunked in warm and cold water.  Q learned about them on youtube, but they do not have them in any store.  ebay for the win.  and a cringe-worthy blow to the paypal account.)


santa also found a "belle in her blue dress" - another very specific pickle request


stupid (mommy!  you said a bad word!) blogger loaded these sideways and i don't have the patience to figure out why.  santa also got Q some super cool star wars fighter guys.



the carnage continues


oh wow.  santa also scored a really good lightning deal for a cinderella castle play set on amazon.


and star wars angry birds.  if they just incorporate monster jam into the mix, Q would never have any cause to play with anything else ever.


immediate fun with color changing monster trucks.  hot.  cold.  hot.  cold  hot.  cold.  look mommy, digger is green.  now he's purple. now he's green.  now he's purple...


despite getting three awesome gifts from the big guy, caroline could not take her eye off the giant my little pony her cousin wrenny got.


hey that's me!


and more color changing.  it. just. doesn't. get. old.





futile attempt to get nice photos.  who am i kidding?  my children to not cooperate.






the gift tag on Q's shirt says, "to grandma, from quentin"





baby cousin logan is ready to get on with the show


giant stockings, bigger than kids



part one of present opening.  because we are cruel people who do not start opening presents until like noon.  and then we stop, mid chaos, when lunch is ready.



pickle stopped to read each book she got


omg!  princess sofia!  disney store sent it to me by accident and told me to keep it.  then, demand was so high people were buying them on ebay for more than $100.  if only i had known...


she also donned her super girl princess cape


Q's school had a fundraiser where the kids could go shopping for crap, i mean gifts, while their parents were in parent/teacher conferences.  quentin hand-selected gifts for each of us.  daddy received a desk set - a pen, a calculator, and a keychain.  daddy's favorite gift.  i got a *beautiful* necklace.  frampa, who never dresses up, got a fine necktie.


more chaos



Monday, February 25, 2013

dance party: christmas edition

caroline's dance studio had a christmas party, you know, back at christmas time. 

they played some games, did some crafts, had a "snowball" fight, and then met the big guy.  it was really cute.  santa was set up in one of the dressing rooms, and each girl/family got a turn to go in with santa for a chat and photos.  caroline told santa she didn't need any toys because she already has too many.












riiiiight

tonight, before caroline sat down for dinner, she crouched down to inspect the underbelly of her chair. as she climbed into her seat she said with a straight face, "good! no squirrel holes'"

Sunday, February 24, 2013

the beginning of the after

dress up world is now contained. until the next time pickle gets in there.



the before

the children have destroyed the playroom. we also never integrated all the new christmas toys so many things didn't even have a home. jeremy's plan was to take a match to it, but instead i skipped a trip to the aquarium to purge uninterrupted. 8+ hours and i'm still not done. too much stuff.

Saturday, February 23, 2013

handyman

today Q and daddy went to lowe's to participate in a "build and grow" clinic where they were making a grave digger. Q had fun. monster mutt is on tap in a couple of weeks.  i can't believe these things are free!





Friday, February 22, 2013

Thursday, February 21, 2013

clearly

too sick for school

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

her majesty

caroline was playing princess on sunday.  she was princess after princess.  she would announce which princess she was, enter the room, and then wait for me to fawn over her like she was a disney world princess.  she signed a pretend autograph for me and then we took a pretend photo.  she was having so much fun that she ran out of disney princesses to be and started making up names.  the best was princess broccoliatria.

Monday, February 18, 2013

pickle's pics





Q's school photo


t-ball memories

don't think i ever posted this gem


he is awesome

thanks for noticing, taco bell. 



did somebody steal my kid again?

a couple years ago, it appeared that land of nod stole Q for their catalog. now, pottery barn kids stole my pickle.  even caroline thought it was her.


Sunday, February 17, 2013

it's electric

boogie woogie woogie

Saturday, February 16, 2013

out like a light

i guess monster jam wasn't that interesting...

Friday, February 15, 2013

over the river and through the woods

i wish I could sleep the whole way to grandma's house too

Thursday, February 14, 2013

some quotable quentin

on valentine's day:
"i don't like cupid. i don't want an arrow in my butt."

on cats:
"i'm allergic to cats - they smell stinky like a skunk."

on strep throat:
"my medicine is going to fight my germs. they are going to run away in their spaceship. what color are my germs? blue and green?"

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

amended party planning

caroline just informed me that she's not having a princess birthday party. she's having a princess / cheshire cat / alice / hello kitty / carebear / minnie / raggedy ann / strawberry shortcake / maleficent party. that'll be easy enough...

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

the birds and the bees

it is animal week at school, but i am not sure if caroline knows she's supposed to be learning about actual birds and bees...

Monday, February 11, 2013

maid needed

who wants to come clean and organize our playroom???

Sunday, February 10, 2013

Saturday, February 9, 2013

actually

the other day, pickle and i were in target. i told her we could look at the toys but we weren't going to buy anything. she pointed to just about every toy in the princess aisle, saying, "maybe the easter bunny will bring me this." then she paused and said, "actually, mommy, i don't want these toys." i was impressed, thinking that maybe she realized that she has too many toys already, but then she continued, "i want stompeez and one of those pillow pets that has lights in it."

Friday, February 8, 2013

Thursday, February 7, 2013

mini imelda

pickle has been obsessed with my shoe shelves lately. she especially likes to go pair by pair and categorize then as "work shoes" and "not work shoes." her pegging is surprisingly accurate... cute ballet flats: work shoes. crocs: not work shoes. heels: work shoes. flip flops: not work shoes. i wish she was wrong about the flip flops though.

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

cuddle party

a couple of weeks ago, Q was begging to sleep with us in our bed.  because it was a school night, we deferred him until friday night, and said we would have a cuddle party (pickle included) if they have good days at school.  so that friday we all snuggled in and watched fantasia.

then they wanted to have another cuddle party on saturday night.  it was cute, so the what the heck.  we watched more of fantasia.

we've had a cuddle party every single weekend night since.

good thing we have a king-sized bed :)

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

expelled

Q got expelled from his daycare back in december. yeah, expelled. he’s 5. and got expelled. from daycare. it's taken a while, but the anger has subsided. a little. unless i think about it. or blog about it. argh. anger bubbling.


the backstory… as you know, Q has ADHD. because of this he is prone to meltdowns (ADHD kids have the self-control of children 30% younger than themselves, so from a tantrum perspective, Q is 3.5.) just like your average 3-year old, his meltdowns usually start from a small incident and then escalate. if a grown-up steps in and helps him regain his composure, it’s over. if you don’t intervene, it spirals out of control, tasmanian devil-style. at home, we’ve only seen a couple of doozies, mainly because we are able to catch him before he escalates, and help him calm down. his kindergarten teacher has also learned to spot his triggers and warning signs, and the number of tantrums at school has dropped off considerably. his before/after care teacher and directors, on the other hand, did not understand this concept and would not try to diffuse his tantrums at all. instead, they would just yell at him, and then call us and complain about it (while Q was actively melting down in the background.) they also consistently treated us like his behavior was our fault. they were very judgy and accusatory, like we were secretly training Q to be a bad kid on purpose. awful, awful people who have no business being in early childhood education. the nicer of the two directors had once told me that if they knew about Q’s ADHD, they wouldn’t have placed him with the particular teacher he was with. they knew from the start that it was going to be a challenge but did nothing to alleviate it.

one friday morning in december, the daycare called us less than one hour after we dropped him off because he was "out of control." the situation they described didn't really seem that bad and it seemed like something they should have been able to handle. but of course they didn't. they informed us that we needed to come get him immediately because he was so out of control and dangerous. jeremy was with patients that morning so i had to drive up from delaware to get him. the meaner of the directors called like 5 times in the 30 minutes it took me to get there, to see if i was there yet. (does she understand that delaware is a completely different state than pennsylvania? probably not.) she even called in the school’s security guard to restrain him because he “was so out of control.” she described a scene of complete mass destruction, like he has wrecked the entire daycare and was holding a knife to her throat.

when i got there to pick him up, she had him locked in the office with her and the security guard. the “complete destruction” consisted of a knocked-over chair and a few papers on the floor. oh, and the content of Q’s backpack were spilled on the floor. she glared at me and then snarkily said, “this is his handiwork,” like i should be ashamed of it. Q was calmly sitting on the security guard’s lap, looking at pictures of cute puppies and kitties on his phone. clearly the tantrum had passed. the director started interrogating me: “why is he doing this?” i told her i didn’t know, and that it was odd because he’d been improving so steadily in every other facet of his life (home, school, soccer, karate, swimming.) i stated i believed that the situation was specific to daycare and expressed frustration that we needed to sit down to discuss how to better manage him. he had served a 2-day suspension for a previous incident about a week prior, and following that, jeremy explicitly requested that we all sit down to discuss how to manage Q. but nothing had come of it, so i was just asking for that again. she then berated Q for his behavior (which clearly was unacceptable, but seriously he cannot control it; he needs their help) and we left, with her glaring at me the entire time I was packing up his belongings.

at 4:45 that afternoon, the other director called jeremy and informed him that Q was being expelled from the program effective immediately. it was clearly a vindictive response to me criticizing how they were managing him. they had no interest in helping him, they just wanted to punish him. and us. and seriously, telling us at the end of the day on a friday that we no longer have daycare for the next monday, so not cool. then the director tried telling me that she, the other director, and the teacher had 25 years of experience each so my criticism was unjustified. so what she’s saying is, in 75 years of experience, Q is the worst child they have ever seen? really??? i do not believe that for one minute. i hurt their feelings, or i wasn’t apologetic enough, so we had to be punished. awful, awful people.

we were livid. we didn’t really want him going there anymore anyway (what with them being awful, awful people), but they totally left us in a lurch. we could not believe how they flat out refused to work with a child with a documented disability. and Q was so confused. he didn’t understand why he couldn’t go back to daycare and see his friends and teachers. oh, and did i mention that this daycare is run by the town and affiliated with the school district? my tax dollars pay for this nonsense (in addition to the tuition we paid.)

the next week, we took turns working from home since we had nowhere to send Q during the day. we researched other daycare options and toured a couple. one of them was perfect. the assistant director is studying to get her masters in child psychology and actually has a niece with ADHD so she is very familiar with it. they were more than comfortable with their ability to handle him, even when i described his tantrums. the program is actually private kindergarten, so now Q gets a double dose of kindergarten at daycare and at school (which is also super good for him, because he’s lagging a little bit behind as a result of the ADHD.) he was able to start there the following week. amazingly, he transitioned to the new daycare super smoothly (ADHD kids, Q included, typically have a really tough time with transitions.) and we’ve noticed that his behavior has actually gotten even better all around. he has not had a single incident at the new place. he’s had his moments but they have been able to handle them, not even needing to call us about them or write them on his daily sheets. just normal kid stuff and they handle it. it has become even more obvious that the old daycare was just so toxic. he was clearly struggling with it and acting out because it was so awful.

we are sending a letter to the township expressing our concerns about the old daycare. they were clearly unwilling to work with him and us. and what with all the disability laws and such, they aren’t allowed to do that. it was unacceptable and that feedback needs to be given. it will be interesting to see what, if anything, comes out of it. (we’re not lawyering up, or anything; we just want to make it known that this was unacceptable.)

ok. breathe. everything is better now. i just hope i never see the awful, awful people at the grocery store or something...

Monday, February 4, 2013

a boy and his cat

every night after we tuck Q into his bed, the cat forcefully pushes the door open and climbs into bed with him. since the kids each have a space heater in their rooms, i guess the cat wants to be where it's warm? to keep the heat in the bedroom, i have to shut the door, trapping in the cat. pickle's room is warm too, but he only goes to Q. later when we head upstairs for bed, i open the door to see if the cat wants out to join us in our room with our space heater. but he never does. he just stays with his boy until the boy gets up.

fruity

we have this rug in our kitchen. tonight, caroline was running in circles on the rug screaming, "the fruits are chasing me! the fruits are chasing me!"

Sunday, February 3, 2013

note to self

do not leave children alone with two pounds of strawberries. soon you will have no pounds of strawberries.

Saturday, February 2, 2013

sorry baby. not gonna happen.

caroline was (already) discussing the theme for her birthday party this year:

"i'm going to have a princess party. with all the princesses. and fireworks."

Friday, February 1, 2013

fetch me a bar of soap

one of the teachers at pickle's school told me this conversation she had with caroline today...

pickle: ms. linda, you're a tramp!!

(ms. linda is at a loss for words; several moments pass)

ms. linda: what?

pickle: you're a tramp and i'm lady!