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a very mixed evening
Dec. 3rd, 2007 08:34 pmCasper didn't eat her lunch, and probably as a result she was not cooperative at dinner, and refused to come to the table, and then refused to eat. mr. flea said she'd have to eat dinner if she wanted to come to Math Night at her school, but she didn't, so he went without her.
She then screamed more or less continuously for the next 45 minutes. That was fun. She was mostly shut up in her room, but she came out periodically to see how Dillo and I were taking it, and needed to be bodily returned to her room, because she's start kicking us or something.
Then we had the long slow process of returning to civilization, which included crying, wanting to be hugged, changing into pajamas, attempting to nurse and being sad because she can't remember how, and wanting me to teach her how, asking for various special toys (geomags) and jellybeans, asking for toenail polish.
In the middle of all this, Dillo fell off the bench in the breakfast nook into the leg of the table, using his head to break the fall. It was the most immediately ugly bonk either of my kids has ever had, though he didn't break the skin. I usually don't get all het up about the kids' bonks, but this one got me, probably because the evening had already been rather trying. He seemed fine very quickly, actually - amazing what a few strawberry jellybeans will do. (http://www.flickr.com/photos/casperflea/2085426708/)
mr. flea returned with a lot of learning materials (he made an abacus of pipe cleaners and beads, tangrams, worksheets) from what seems like it was an excellent presentation. Casper was very excited and kept saying, "I have so much to learn! I have so much work to do!"
It's Scholastic Book Fair week and of course Casper being four has "pre-picked" some very poor choices, including a My Little Pony book and a Strawberry Shortcake book. So mr. flea is going to go over during her class' book fair session (2pm tomorrow, good thing he doesn't have a job) and help her make some slightly better choices, or at least choices we won't be suffering through reading to her repeatedly.
mr. flea also brought home a lengthy PTA newsletter. I feel sort of on the outside looking in at the ways of public schools. The very very long "wish lists" of supplies the teachers need makes me sad. And how do these parents have the TIME to do so much?
She then screamed more or less continuously for the next 45 minutes. That was fun. She was mostly shut up in her room, but she came out periodically to see how Dillo and I were taking it, and needed to be bodily returned to her room, because she's start kicking us or something.
Then we had the long slow process of returning to civilization, which included crying, wanting to be hugged, changing into pajamas, attempting to nurse and being sad because she can't remember how, and wanting me to teach her how, asking for various special toys (geomags) and jellybeans, asking for toenail polish.
In the middle of all this, Dillo fell off the bench in the breakfast nook into the leg of the table, using his head to break the fall. It was the most immediately ugly bonk either of my kids has ever had, though he didn't break the skin. I usually don't get all het up about the kids' bonks, but this one got me, probably because the evening had already been rather trying. He seemed fine very quickly, actually - amazing what a few strawberry jellybeans will do. (http://www.flickr.com/photos/casperflea/2085426708/)
mr. flea returned with a lot of learning materials (he made an abacus of pipe cleaners and beads, tangrams, worksheets) from what seems like it was an excellent presentation. Casper was very excited and kept saying, "I have so much to learn! I have so much work to do!"
It's Scholastic Book Fair week and of course Casper being four has "pre-picked" some very poor choices, including a My Little Pony book and a Strawberry Shortcake book. So mr. flea is going to go over during her class' book fair session (2pm tomorrow, good thing he doesn't have a job) and help her make some slightly better choices, or at least choices we won't be suffering through reading to her repeatedly.
mr. flea also brought home a lengthy PTA newsletter. I feel sort of on the outside looking in at the ways of public schools. The very very long "wish lists" of supplies the teachers need makes me sad. And how do these parents have the TIME to do so much?