Thursday, August 22, 2002


Thursday, August 22, 2002

It’s been a busy week. We went to the county fair, and the amusement park. The kids seem to like the county fair mostly just to get the free stuff from vendors. Once they see the animals, it’s pretty boring after that, especially since we have animals on our farm that they see everyday. Although, this year, they said they want to show animals next year because they watched their cousin, who is 11, show a goat and a steer. I don’t see my kids being committed enough to do it. And I’m not sure I want to have the responsbility either.
The amusement park was fun. Our daughter is a thrill seeker. The boys are so afraid of a lot of things there. I rode one of the big coasters with my daughter. I was so afraid she was going to fly out of the seat that it was a little difficult for me to enjoy the ride, but she wanted to go again! We also rode a couple of other fast rides.
My husband brought home 2 goats to help clear the small pasture we have across our road. It’s a novelty for the kids again because we had goats last year. They’ll fight about who has to take care of them in a couple of weeks.
The kids were playing outside last night and I guess the middle son threw dirt in the oldest son’s eyes. It was ok for awhile until the middle wouldn’t leave the oldest one alone. I was watching from inside without them knowing (I didn’t see the dirt thrown) and all of a sudden the oldest, who will be 13 in sept., starts cussing. He said b*tch and the “f” word. I was furious. They both got in trouble. My husband said not to make such a big deal about it cause lots of kids say those things when their parents can’t hear. He knows cause he drives school bus. He agreed they needed grounded, but not lectured as much as I was doing. I said it was a big deal because #1 they shouldn’t be saying these things and #2 I don’t want calls from their schools about this.
I’m already worried about how much trouble they are going to be getting into once school starts. I have this sinking feeling that I’m going to be getting more calls this year. This is the first year back to public school for the middle son. He’s used to a small school of only about 200 kids. The public school is over 1000. The oldest will be in a school that is for kids who need more structure and support. The public school can’t provide that for him. My worry is that I’m already changing my schedule in order to be home when my oldest gets home from school because we can’t find adequate child care for him. If I have to take additional time off for meetings at the school because of poor behavior, it’s going to make it harder. I just hope we can schedule things when my husband is in between bus runs and he can go. But then again, I do worry too much…..



Tuesday, August 06, 2002


Tuesday, August 06, 2002

We had our regular weekly session Monday. They come to our house for counseling/therapy. It’s still in the beginning stages so there is still a lot of information gathering involved.
Friday they did an art project about what makes them happy to be living where they are. It turned out really good and they all did a good job.
Monday was more of a “team” effort on the kids part to draw our family. They had to work together and agree on what they wanted in the picture. They did that part pretty well. They lost their focus after that though. They were supposed to draw themselves and what made them special. They just got totally silly and didn’t want to do it. I try not to correct them too much so the therapists can get a feel for the kids. But she did want me to tell the kids how I thought they did behavior-wise. I told them I thought they did really well with the group project, but that they fell apart for the second one. I told them it showed disrespect for the therapist and that she wasn’t asking for that much of their time and they could have tried harder to finish the whole thing.
She also began to explain to them how their behavior is a reflection on us. I still don’t think the boys get it or care to get it, but at least our daughter seems to.
Our oldest got out of bed an hour after bedtime and was terrified cause his door was moving. It had stormed off and on all day and the it was still a little windy. His window is open, his fan is on and the hall fan is on. I explained that it was just the wind. He didn’t seem to want to hear it. He just wanted it to stop. I explained to him that they all laughed earlier that evening cause the wind was blowing the chairs on the patio and they had to go gather them up so they wouldn’t blow away and that he wasn’t scared about that. He just can’t seem to make the connection between reality and imagination. How do we make him understand??????



Thursday, August 01, 2002


Thursday, August 01, 2002

We went to a ballgame the other night. It was fun. We were very close to the field in a new ballpark for a frontier league team. These boys play, not for the money, but for fun and to try and get noticed. Our team won. The kids enjoyed it.
Our oldest (almost 13) watched a foul ball come close and leaned over and asked his dad if the ball can be hit higher than it went. There were a few boys sitting in front of us that were about 10 or 11. One of them leaned over to his buddy and started making fun of our son. I wanted to ask him if his parents forgot to teach him manners. I knew I would embarrass my husband if I said anything. I just gave him a nasty look and he turned back around and slid down in his seat. He eventually moved. This same boy had been taking a foam claw hand and pulling all the fingers down except the middle finger. I hope my kids aren’t like that when we’re not with them. We’re almost always with them in public situations, but there are times when we aren’t. They’re good kids when we’re out together. We’ve had comments from people that we don’t even know that they are the most well behaved kids they have seen in a long time. They have good manners and don’t cause a big comotion.
I know when my kids are with people they are familiar with, they tend to take advantage. But the people who know them, know how to handle those situations. It does make it hard to get babysitters sometimes though.
Oh well, I guess you’ll have this.



SEEMS i’ve been holding my BREATH FOR QUITE AWHILE NOW


I’ve been looking back in some old blog archives.  Blogs that I abandoned long ago.  I think I got tired of the same story, different day syndrome.  In the interest of having a better understanding of this new blog, I’ve decided to take those old posts and recycle them here.  I may, or may not, edit them as I feel necessary.  I’m sure it’s going to remind me of details I’ve left in the past whether intentional or not.

For starters I added my first post from 2002 in the about page because it gave an introduction.