Wednesday, March 03, 2010

So, How is Annie Doing in Traditional School?

“So, how is Annie doing in traditional school?”

I’ve gotten this question a lot lately, and that’s one of the things that’s pretty stinking cool about Facebook!

The short answer is “great!” but there’s so much more to it than just that she’s doing great.  It has changed a lot about my relationship with her -- in a positive direction -- and is helping me see what a cool kid she really is.

Mired in the struggles of educating the poster child for ADHD (emphasis on the “H”), it was very difficult for me to realize her utter coolness.  I knew, intellectually, that she was awesome -- I mean, she’s a Rose, and therefore by definition is cool -- just ask the twins.  I’d hear others tell me how sweet she is, or what a great heart she has, or that she’s clever -- so, I *knew* it, but I didn’t experience it myself.  I was too caught up in the screaming matches:

“Here are your spelling words, please copy them three times each.”

“If I get this one right, I get to watch one iCarly”

“No, you simply need to do this whole sheet.”

“When Sam eats ribs she cracks me up.  She’s always hitting Freddy... that Sam, she’s so funny!”

“Annie, we’re doing spelling right now, not iCarly.” 
[child turns upside down, feet in the air, head hanging off the chair] 
“You will NOT leave this room, eat one bite, watch one iota of TV or play one video game until you write these words 3 times each.”

“See, if I take Barnabas’ tail and I tie it to Obi’s leash and then they go outside, and then can I see Sarah today, or is she not at home, cause sometimes she’s at her Mimi’s house and they have a big backyard, so, yeah, we need to just sell this house and I think that we can get one near her Mimi’s house for, yeah, about $100.”

“Write the words”

“No, I think you can do it.”

“YOU WILL WRITE THE WORDS”

silence - [child stares at the ceiling] 
“WRITE THE WORDS” [mother slams the pencil onto the paper for emphasis] 
“When Elmo dies, can I get a dog that stays little forever, cause Alex, she has a dog and  Shay Shay is tiny and she’s never going to get big, ever, and she’s so cute and when Elmo dies I want a dog like that,”

“The words, Annie, please write the words”  [mother gives herself a time out in attempts to diffuse the situation] 
“I got my hands up, they’re playin my song, and now I’m gonna be okay!  It’s a party in the USA...”

“Seriously.  Really.  I mean I leave for, what, 30 seconds and you find your iPod?  Really?  THERE WILL BE NO MUSIC EVER AGAIN IF YOU DON’T WRITE YOUR WORDS”

You get the picture... it’s difficult to see the awesomeness through the irritation.

So, today we had a very different word experience.  I came home after work and she had done her assigned three sentences about today’s story -- an amazing feat for a child who only one month ago held an anarchist view about creative writing, in that sentences should contain only words she liked and should NOT have to have BOTH a noun AND a verb!  So, I pulled out the flash cards I made for her with her sight words and spelling words on them and with minimal struggle managed to bribe my way through them with her and SHE ACTUALLY KNEW SOME OF THEM -- MANY OF THEM, in fact!!!

So, after dolling out the promised candy prize (yes, I know, bad Mommy, but, hey, I’m conquering one thing at a time here) we snuggled on the sofa and chatted.  ACTUALLY CHATTED about her day -- about her classmates, about how Jesus wants us to love EVERYBODY, even when they cough really gross all the time -- about how compromises actually work cause when two little girls want the same one piece of paper and there is only one left and both of them really want it, it is just a fact of reality that they can’t both get what they want and since Jesus wants us to love others, and care for others, we can’t actually be happy if we get that piece of paper cause the other person will be so sad, so a compromise can help everyone not feel so sad, so maybe they can split the paper, or color on it together, or one get it this time and agree that the other gets it the next time...  you get the picture... We actually conversed.  REAL conversation.  For the first time, probably ever.  Because I wasn’t trying to get her to write something, or finish some math or glue something into her timeline book (which I STILL think is way cool and WILL be having her glue things into) and she had gotten her opportunity to express herself and all her interesting thoughts with her friends at school.

Now, I’m not saying that having her in traditional school isn’t without difficulties and won’t have it’s own set of obstacles -- it will -- but for right now, even if she doesn’t learn to read or write or add (although, baby girl GETS the whole Math thing) I’m FINALLY getting to build into her those far more important things like love, honesty, compassion... that I not only wasn’t getting to build into her while homeschooling her, but was probably    modeling the exact opposite for her because of my frustration.

Homeschooling is AWESOME.  I loved so much about it.  I believe in it.  I hope to get to homeschool her again.  I hope that LOTS of others will consider it.  It has SO much merit.  But, for right now, I know without a doubt, that we’ve made the right choice for her.  Even if it’s only for a few weeks... even if it’s for the rest of her school career... I thank God -- literally -- for every one of you who have helped mold Annie into the way cool kid that she is.  And for those of you who may not have had the opportunity to experience her, but have prayed for her and for us!

Today was a pretty flippin awesome day.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Coin Carpet Stalemate


Simple Assignment -- sort coins.  Easy, right?  Well, unless you’re Baby Girl.


We have a young puppy who occasionally pees in the house or tears something up.  Not a huge deal.  See how cute he is?




We have a very old dog who has started peeing in the house... not sure why -- seems like spite, but I'm a bit of a conspiracy theorist.  Notice the missing tooth?  He's old, but cute.


As a math assignment, Baby Girl was to sort coins into bowls.  Easy, peasy for most kids.  Four bowls, four basic coins -- penny, nickel, dime, quarter.  We already had a pail full of coins to use.  I got her set up and she was carefully sorting the coins appropriately into the bowls.  It was going well.  Much better than I expected.




Wow -- that'll buy some Starbucks!

Then the old dog peed.  He peed on the rug, he peed on the carpet, and then he peed on the linoleum.  No problem.  I know what to do.  Get the mop and have a boy get the steam cleaner.


Problem.  To accomplish this I walked away from Baby Girl... 

she dumped ALL of the coins -- all 1000+ of them onto the floor and then, because she LOVES to “be a dog,” she started digging through them al la Clifford digging to bury a bone.  Coins flying everywhere. 

What you can’t see in this picture are the coins under the chair, the coins under the piano, on the sofa, in the kitchen... down her shirt...

I stop mopping to get her to stop digging.  While I stand in awe of the mess before me, she quietly slithers away.  I pick my jaw up off the floor and begin calling for her.  She quietly reappears, seeming contrite (I assume for the coinage) and I ask her to please pick up the coins.  She digs through them -- I tell her she’s not allowed to be a dog -- as soon as the crocodile tears and cries that “No one lets me be a dog!  I LOVE to be a dog” subside, I inform her that she is not allowed to leave the area until all of the coins are picked up. 

This is the end of hour one of the confinement.



At the end of the first hour I risk a brief trip to the restroom.  Now I know why she was contrite.  It wasn’t the coinage.




She’d locked the old dog in the bathroom with food and water.  Leash, stuffed duck and towel an added bonus. 

Hour 1.5.




This is how well that “consequence” worked. 

Consequences never work with Baby Girl.

Hour 1.75:  Daddy arrives.  He’s calm, cool, collected, logical.  He looks at the mess and demands that Annie hand over her light saber -- favorite toy -- he walks to the trash can and she frantically begins cleaning up, crying, “Don’t throw it away.  When F. and M. come over with theirs I’ll just be a loser with my saber in the trash!” 

ahhh.... the right currency, a calm demeanor.... that’s all it took....

Hour 1.9:  saber no longer in sight -- forgotten.   Coins that had been cleaned up now re-dumped on floor.  Cries that she needs help.  Daddy hands her a dust pan -- great tool.  She begins to pick up the coins with the dust pan.  Yeah!  Maybe the tool will help.  She discovers that the dust pan makes a marvelous coin toss scoop.   Coins flying everywhere.

Daddy walks into the garage and deposits saber into trash bin. 

Wild hysterics.  Crying.  Screaming at the top of her lungs.  Neighbors must think we’re killing her.  Hitting herself in the head with fists of coins...  Coins still on the floor.

She notices the motion detector for the alarm system.  The little light blinks on when she moves  It’s done this since before she was born.  She suddenly stops crying and asks calmly, “why is that blinking?”

Really?  Really?? 

Daddy calmly explains the motion detector.  He’s only been home 20 minutes.  He’s still calm. 

Satisfied with the explanation she returns to the coin carpet and empties onto the floor the few coins that had miraculously made it back into the bucket.

Maybe I can live with a coin carpet...  I might have to.  Cause right now I can’t see a future where she picks them up.

 A day in the life.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Not So Surprising...

At a friend's recommendation, I took a little online quiz. The questions were interesting and the results... well... you tell me? take the test yourself here.


Your result for Howard Gardner's Eight Types of Intelligence Test ...

Naturalistic

8% Logical, 45% Spatial, 47% Linguistic, 27% Intrapersonal, 18% Interpersonal, 27% Musical, 20% Bodily-Kinesthetic and 51% Naturalistic!

Naturalistic

"This area has to do with nature, nurturing and relating information to one's natural surroundings. Those with it are said to have greater sensitivity to nature and their place within it, the ability to nurture and grow things, and greater ease in caring for, taming and interacting with animals. They may also be able to discern changes in weather or similar fluctuations in their natural surroundings. They are also good at recognizing and classifying different species.

'Naturalists' learn best when the subject involves collecting and analyzing, or is closely related to something prominent in nature; they also don't enjoy learning unfamiliar or seemingly useless subjects with little or no connections to nature. It is advised that naturalistic learners would learn more through being outside or in a kinesthetic way.

Careers which suit those with this intelligence include scientists, naturalists, conservationists, gardeners and farmers." (Wikipedia)