My first full week of summer is gone. I love summer. Seriously. I love it.
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With all of the energy I'd normally spend at work, I am having so much fun playing and doing things with the boys. We haven't done anything super exciting, but the time we get to spend together is good nonetheless.
This is what I miss during the school year. Being together.
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I'm just about through reading my second book. Go me! I may have to give myself a challenge to make sure I keep this up. It's too easy to get caught up in all the other stuff that needs to be done and forget how much joy this brings me.
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We've had more therapy issues this week. To top it off, it's evaluation time, which is the fun procedure of medical "professionals" getting together to write down just how much they think sucks about my children. It's awesome. Not.
That place is going to drive me freaking insane.
Along with that, we finally got Ja.son's walker reordered. Yesterday. Because I had to repeatedly take out my angry face. AGAIN. Ugh.
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In last week's leftovers, I wrote about being given a challenging class to teach next year. I was upset about being told that I get the class because I am doing my job and others in my department are not. The more I thought about that, the more upset I got. It is so frustrating when people get rewarded with an easier work load because they are not being held up to do their job. (Weak administrators will do that.)
Anyway, I wrote the principal a letter. She is a friend and was before she took the position, so I felt I needed to at least tell her how I felt and why. The response she wrote almost brought me to tears.
She made me feel heard and said what I wrote was exactly right. She wrote that she felt like she failed me because she was continuing a practice that had been going on at our school for far too long.
The problem is that this principal is now moving on to another school next year. She has offered to talk to the incoming principal (whom I also know) about the issue and said she will strongly recommend that the class be shifted to one of the slacker teachers.
So, we shall see what happens. At least I stood up for myself.
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Jack is proving to be a tough cookie to crack when it comes to eating table food. He is refusing a lot of what I make for him. Then he hollers and is a crab because he's hungry.
It took the big boys so long to transition to table food. (We're talking at about 2 years.) I just assumed it was because they had some lingering sensory issues. Now I wonder if it isn't something I did that kept him from transitioning...
With Jack, there aren't any sensory issues, and I am still having trouble. He flat out knocks the food away and/or shakes his head no. Half the time, he won't even try something new, even the stuff I know he'd enjoy.
Hell. I don't even know how much I am supposed to be giving him! I miss the controlled portions of baby food. :(
It doesn't help that I don't enjoy cooking on a good day, and my cooking repertoire is pretty limited. (The big boys are still particular anyway, so it isn't as if I need to cook a wide variety for them because they just won't eat everything.)
Help me, please! Do you have any tips?
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Other Highs and Lows of the week:
- Ja.son drew a picture of me. It is the cutest thing ever! (Maybe I'm biased, but it is.) High!
- Sh.awn continues to do well with the potty training. He isn't 100%, but he is still doing much better than I ever dreamed! High!
- Did I mention that the boys' evaluations are headed our way. I hate those stupid things with a passion. Low.
- The boys slept in to 8:30 am this morning. HIGH! lol
- The weather has been nice in the afternoons, so we've been heading outside a lot this week. The boys have conquered their fear of the slide. High!
- I told Is.aac to pick up a metal swing set from the store today. (even told him which one and where to go) Instead he got a bunch of wood and the idea that he'll fix a rotting wood swing set he got from a friend. My husband who doesn't do anything home improvement. Yeah. Now who knows if we'll ever have a swing set. If we do, will I feel comfortable allowing the boys to play on it?! Low.
I guess that is all. I have a book calling my name, so I'm off to read.
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4 comments:
I remember that stage of feeding, and I hated it. Drove me nuts, and hit all the sensitive buttons.
As for how MUCH to feed: 46 calories per pound of weight is the daily goal. 1 cup fruit, 1 cup veg, 2 oz protein, 3 oz grain, 2 cups dairy.
I'd do feeds mixed of what you know he's eat (even if that means pureed baby food) and something new. 2 bites old, 1 bite new. I seem to remember holding the bite of what he wants in one hand and the new food in the other so he'd know that he's going to get the one he WANTS, too, once he eats this new thing.
Kids. You'd think they'd be born knowing how to eat.
J was very slow to get onto table foods too- I swear he was close to 2. He was painfully slow with potty training too. I wonder if it's a boy thing? My mother told me that we 4 girls zipped through all this stuff, and my brother was just like J.
Miss E started refusing baby food when she was about 10 months. She completely feeds herself now. She puts on her own shoes most of the time. I think kids tend to do what they are going to do.
I have always said that punishing good teachers with the hardest kids is exactly why we can't retain good teachers. So frustrating!!!
And, I'm with you with the reading. I'm desperately trying to read more this summer now that I have some time off and schoolwork is mostly off my plate.
Mine always loved pasta with parm cheese and bread with either a little butter or jam....... hmmmmmmm oatmeal.......(although the 3rd liked steel cut and the first 2 regular, go figure!!
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