Showing posts with label adhd. Show all posts
Showing posts with label adhd. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Hysterically Funny!

I just have to share this link to Carol Barnier’s post on her Sizzlebop blog. These are some entries in her “I’d Never Thought I’d Say That” contest. If you want a good laugh, hop on over and read this post!

If you are not familiar with Carol, just let me say, you should be! She is the hilarious author of How To Get Your Child Off The Refrigerator and On To Learning and If I’m Diapering a Watermelon, Then Where’d I Leave the Baby?

I noticed she has some new books out that I haven’t read yet, but will definitely be ordering. Her refrigerator book was the first one I read about homeschooling a “spirited” child when it was time to start schooling Connor. So, if you have a “sizzler,” as she likes to call these energetic kiddos, I would recommend perusing her website.

Enjoy!

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Wednesday, July 7, 2010

I Like Naps....

I like naps. I confess. And I don't mean the 15-20 minute catnap type, either. I like the long, lazy, afternoon snoozes, the ones that could last for 2 hours if I want them to. The ones that I don't really want to wake up from, just yet. The ones that leave me feeling a little groggy, but completely refreshed when I finally come around. Yep, I like naps.

Unfortunately, my kids do not have the same affinity for them as I do. Conman has decided he likes to take one after swimming, because it makes him feel better. Yesterday I tried to coerce him into taking one before we went swimming, since we weren't going until late in the day, and we had already been to the park.

This is how it went:

I told him he could sleep in his underwear so he wouldn't get too hot. He thought that was a good idea. Then I told him I would lie down with him. Just my sneaky way of getting my nap in! He was okay with that until we actually got settled in. Then he remembered he hadn't swam yet. And he doesn't take naps until after swimming.

So I quietly laid there. He said he had too much energy and couldn't sleep.

I quietly laid there.

Then we heard Blakester and Lulu laughing in the other room.

I heard Conman say to himself, "Someone should stay up with them."

"Someone young."

"Someone brave."

"Someone curious."

"Someone in their underwear!"

In an effort to preserve my nap, I let him up.


Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Play Before Work

My boys are currently engaged in a battle.

A Playmobile battle.

All their little troops are lined up, fighting each other, taking prisoners, even playing soccer with an teeny-tiny soccer ball.



Earlier, Conman had not yet completed his schoolwork. I told him I would call him to the table at 1:00 to finish up.

1:00 came and I reminded him we had to complete his Thinking Skills workbook page and read together.

His reply? "Can't it wait until I speak to the king?"





By all means~















Wednesday, April 14, 2010

I Licked the Cat


I'll explain my title in a moment.

I've decided that trying to read blogs and work on the computer while my kiddos are flitting around is akin to taking all of them to the grocery store at one time-I usually come home not knowing what I bought.

I think that's why I'd like a laptop. Maybe I could hide in the bathroom to blog. It might allow me a few moments of peace. But then again, maybe not.

Ok-on to my explanation.

I shared this with my friends on Facebook, so I thought I'd share it with my blogging friends, also.

Conman, who is my "sizzler", really keeps me on my toes. Yesterday, he came into the kitchen saying, "Yuk." He also had his tongue sticking out. So, being the concerned mom that I am, I asked him, "What's the matter?" His reply was, "Mom, you know how the cat likes to lick my hair? Well, I tried licking hers."

Oh my. I don't think that's very sanitary.












Sunday, April 11, 2010

Words from the (almost) Wise

Conman has been frustrated with me lately. And I with him.

At some point last week I told him he needed to work more on paying attention, listening and being obedient. This has been my mantra with him.

His reply?

"Well, Mom, you need to work on your patience. And your self-control. Actually, you need to work on all the fruits of the spirit."

Did I mention he's only seven?

What do you say to that? I'm just glad he knows what the fruits of the spirit are.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

The ADHD Child Does Gymnastics

Conman is participating in a short-term gymnastics class that was organized by our local homeschool group. I chose to sign only him up 1) because of being younger, he's not been able to join all the activities the other two do-archery, for example-and this was something that seemed tailor-made for him, and 2) I thought it would be a good outlet for his energy.

It was an interesting class. There were 14 children and two coaches. The coaches were great with the kids, and kept them moving along well.

Conman threw himself into this with all the enthusiasm he reserves for everything he does. He seemed to go a wee bit overboard in his stretches, but did really well with the jumping, somersaults and balance beam. I did notice he had a hard time sitting still while waiting for his turn on the bar. He got up a couple times, once to take a random turn on the balance beam, and once to grab a bouncy ball out a large bucket. The coach nicely, but firmly, reminded him he had to sit still if he wanted a turn. This just confirms that I need to work a little more with him on the habit of attention and obedience.





I thought we might have a problem when Conman refused to take off his glasses for the class, claiming his eyes hurt too much to have them off. But he did everything OK with them on, removing them to do somersaults and then putting them back on afterward.

All in all, I think it went rather well. He really needs the movement in his day and this is a great alternative way to get it.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Random Ramblings-life with ADHD

My youngest son, Conman, has ADHD. Or at least that's what the Dr. predicted, when at the age of two, she observed him climbing all over the exam table, running around the room and pretty much swinging off the light fixtures. OK, well maybe not swinging, but pretty close.

He was sensitive to light, and would sometimes wake up screaming uncontrollably from naps that his eyes hurt and he couldn't see. That will definitely freak a mom out. Today he sneezes alot the first time he goes out of the house into the sun. Sunglasses are a necessity! Tags on clothes bothered him; his socks bothered him. He had a bad habit of picking at his little thumbs until the skin around the nails was ragged. Getting his nails trimmed and hair cut or washed was torture. For both him and me. Even today I feel so sorry for the ladies when I take him in for a haircut. He is much better about washing his hair now, since he's old enough to wash it himself.

At the age of three, the Dr. confirmed her prediction and so off I went on a journey of research. We decided not to use medication. I scoured books written by parents who had been there; I searched websites.; I read (and still do read) every Christian parenting book I can get my hands on! I found the feingold diet which we diligently followed. Although, being a large change in our shopping & eating habits, it proved to be an invaluable tool in controlling behavior. He went from a little boy who would pull all the books off his shelves or the clothes off his hangers just because he could, to one who would settle down for a nap in the middle of the day with a story.

When he did not eat properly, we could see a dramatic difference in his behavior or schoolwork (he attended preschool for about a year). I was scared to send him to preschool, because I did not know if the teachers could handle him. He was not a "bad" child, just very busy, always moving & always talking. And it took a lot to get his attention! We were lucky because the two teachers he had were no nonsense and able to deal with him. They allowed me to bring in appropriate treats for him and worked well with me. But not everyday was a picnic.

He would cling to me when I dropped him off, and worry ,if because of errands or other plans, I was later than the usual time that I picked him up. He used to ask his teacher if she had a cell phone to call his mom, because I should have been there by that time. I did have to go retrieve him early one day because he wasn't behaving during nap time. It was shortly after that when I decided to pull him from preschool and teach him at home with the others. Since he learns quickly he was already past what his class was learning. I'm pretty sure he'll never attend a public school!

When I brought him home from preschool, I read the book "How do I get my Child off the Refrigerator and on to Learning?" by Carol Barnier. I laughed hysterically throughout the book. I thought she might have been hiding in our closet and chronicling our life story. She mentions that her son used to fall off chairs and that made no sense to her. Conman had a habit of falling off our kitchen chairs. For no good reason. I had the pleasure of attending a workshop given by her last summer, and she asked how many people in the audience had kids that fell off their chairs-over 1/2 of the room raised their hands. Boy, was I ever relieved!

I know today that using the diet and behavior modification works best with him. I am thinking I need to go back to the full Feingold diet for him, as we have veered off some. I can tell by whininess, noncooperation in schoolwork, and complete defiance in some areas of obedience. I am also thinking maybe I need to drop a lot of the schoolwork and work mostly with him on character issues. And limit the Wii & TV. All of these things contribute to aggravating his behavior.

So why am I rambling about this?

This has been a difficult morning. He is not following instructions. He won't sit down at the table to join in group time, and when he is there, he's hopping between two chairs and yelling out answers, which then irritates his brother & sister. I have him sit in the other room to do copywork so now he's yelling answers from afar, which irritates the siblings even more. Instead of working on his math worksheet, he twirls the office chair in circles, and states he's not doing the math because I didn't tell him, "It was a test". He's written his own "to do" list, which consists of legos, playmobiles, snacks & visiting grandma. When I remind him schoolwork has to be done, he says, "It's not on HIS to do list".

Getting him to complete his morning jobs is like pulling teeth. Speaking of teeth, he has a loose front one which he refuses to brush or have brushed. And he won't wiggle it so it'll come out. Did I mention he's sensitive to things like that? Maybe I'll pull it out in his sleep....

Even with all of that, I wouldn't give this up for anything. I feel we're doing the right thing in homeschooling. I feel that is what's best for our children. And I do get compliments on their behavior in public...hmmm.....I guess I just needed to vent. I don't think I told you that my oldest is ADD. Hers is more just an attention issue.....

Why, oh why, is it so difficult to parent some days!