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Dillo has had an ongoing issue with another kid in his class named Adam. Adam is about Dillo's age - I think a few months older - but he is a tiny guy. So, in classic Napoleon complex style, he's really aggressive and physical, and Dillo is often the recipient of his aggression. He also has an older brother, who maybe models this kind of behavior. On Monday Dillo came home saying, "Adam hit me 5 times today," and mr. flea has gotten to the point that he's encouraging Dillo to fight back. Not physically, but we suggested that he yell really loud, "ADAM STOP HITTING ME" whenever Adam hits him, which would have the dual effect of reacting strongly without hitting back, and notifying the teachers. One of the big issues is Dillo's main teacher is off at Montessori training for 6 weeks, so they have a new person who needs to get a handle on all the issues. I'm so disappointed that the main teacher is gone, right at the end of Dillo's time - like we needed a transition 2 months before the big transition to public school.

Casper, for her part, is back to last summer's anxiety about clothes at the YMCA. Yesterday she had a "topsy-turvy day" - got roughed up playing basketball at dropoff, in line, and then during some outside game. One of the coaches had a talk with her and she was able to pull herself together and not let it ruin her day. She told us all about it and was proud of herself at pickup. But then this morning she got all small and said she didn't want to go to camp because kids were telling her she looked like a boy because of her (really cool and awesome) skull sneakers (which are in fact boys'). When pressed she said this kind of comment happened from different kids, not specifically boys or girls, at different times of day. So I spoke to a coach this morning about it, and Casper wore her purple Lands End shoes (which she HATED last summer, geez.)

mr. flea is taking both situations hard partly because he was teased as a kid (at school, for his name, to which Casper said, "That's not a weird name!?!", and in the neighborhood because he was the youngest). So it's hard for him not to project.

So, we're limping along this week. And I've been up at 5am or before every day (thanks to Dillo the incredibly early waking boy).
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Up for the day at 5am, as usual of late, with turbo-two-year-old. I was tired, he was energetic, Casper was whiny, mr. flea and I were bickering about measuring windows and thinking about desks.

We pulled it together and went to the "bring one for the chipper" Xmas tree recycling event at Casper's school, for which I was volunteering. The woman soliciting volunteers seems nice, and she's a master gardener, so I thought it would be a good social step. Indeed, it was pleasant to collect trees (about 75 in 4 hours) and chat in between with the other volunteers, most of whom I had at least met. And lo and behold, this afternoon I was invited to a monthly "girls' night out" including a lot of the parents of Casper's schoolmates.

Dillo *actually took a nap* this afternoon, so I VACUUMED!!! So necessary. And mr. flea did Quicken, and then Casper helped me make the spitzbuben, and Dillo woke up and I took him outside to play on the neighbor's new plat set while Casper helped mr. flea prep the (New Year's Eve, whoops) pork roast. And now it smells nummy, and tomorrow we are going to Ikea and maybe we will even sort out the desk issue.

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