On the way home from gymnastics we have the greatest conversations...
Levi is a story teller like his Daddy. He loves to embellish his stories. So, routinely I will listen to a story and then ask "Levi, if I were to ask someone that was there with you, would the story still be the same?" Ultimately he will come clean.
And that was how it started on the way home...
"mom, I saw 8 rabbits at the park today!"
"really, wow! Would Daddy tell me the same number if I asked him about the rabbits?"
"well, I saw ONE, but it was really cute!!"
"nice!"
then, contemplatively quiet from Vivian..."there's only some times that it is okay to lie"
Really? When viv?
well, like if your friend is missing and you know something you can lie and say you don't... (isn't that backwards?)
Levi pipes in - You mean if your friend gets kidnapped and you see it happen and the bad guy says "don't tell anyone!" you can say you won't and then get away and tell a grown up so they can find your friend.
I like your idea better, Levi... AND I love that you and your sister can work together to finish each others' thoughts and navigate this world!!
Erika
© erikalandon 2010
Showing posts with label kids say the darndest things. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kids say the darndest things. Show all posts
2.12.2011
The dinosaur keeps biting my pants!
Levi has night terrors, which basically means that my little guy talks, screams and wakes at night, all without REALLY waking up. I hear the funniest things when this happens (on the night when it's not blood-curdling screams)
Tonight, about 1:30AM he told me that we needed to get back into the classroom. So, I said, okay, we're back in, it's ok. And he calmed (while I scratched his back). These night terror times are usually accompanied by leg pains, or intense itching on his part)
Then, at about 2:15, he was down stairs, he started to cry out, then asked me to itch his hip because "The dinosaur keeps biting my pants!"
SPD, night waking, intermittent screaming and all, I love my little snuggler - But would someone please tell the dinosaurs to bite someone else's pants? This momma need some sleep!
Erika
© erikalandon 2010
Tonight, about 1:30AM he told me that we needed to get back into the classroom. So, I said, okay, we're back in, it's ok. And he calmed (while I scratched his back). These night terror times are usually accompanied by leg pains, or intense itching on his part)
Then, at about 2:15, he was down stairs, he started to cry out, then asked me to itch his hip because "The dinosaur keeps biting my pants!"
SPD, night waking, intermittent screaming and all, I love my little snuggler - But would someone please tell the dinosaurs to bite someone else's pants? This momma need some sleep!
Erika
© erikalandon 2010
2.08.2011
you said atleast one page of homework a day, and I did ONE!
Imagine this:
You spend a day in a loud classroom. Every loud breather, every sniffle, every rustle of a coat in earshot, every voice, everything assaults your senses. You're not like most others. Your brain lacks the ability to compartmentalize each sound. You're unable to 'block out' the sounds that you don't need.
He handles it. He does well, but it is tiring. He is alerted, or excited by each noise. But he is a seeker, so looks for things that alert his senses at times. Not that that is best for him. He also craves things that calm him; swinging, rocking, scratching and chewing. These activities help him calm and able to concentrate.
Imagine your shirts are your chewing companion. You have tools, these things called "chewys" that you can take with you wherever you go. But a well-meaning teacher tells you one day to take that thing out of your mouth.
He wants to please people. He wants to do right. He cries to me; asks me why he is always in trouble. My heart breaks. He wants to be good. But it's so hard. So hard to stop touching things, stop chewing things, stop letting things distract him... To fight against these urges.
His fight with Sensory Processing Disorder is ongoing. So our story continues. His story continues.
He is a good kid, even if sometimes he feels like he is always in trouble. He is the light of my life.
To be continued...
Erika
© erikalandon 2010
You spend a day in a loud classroom. Every loud breather, every sniffle, every rustle of a coat in earshot, every voice, everything assaults your senses. You're not like most others. Your brain lacks the ability to compartmentalize each sound. You're unable to 'block out' the sounds that you don't need.
He handles it. He does well, but it is tiring. He is alerted, or excited by each noise. But he is a seeker, so looks for things that alert his senses at times. Not that that is best for him. He also craves things that calm him; swinging, rocking, scratching and chewing. These activities help him calm and able to concentrate.
Imagine your shirts are your chewing companion. You have tools, these things called "chewys" that you can take with you wherever you go. But a well-meaning teacher tells you one day to take that thing out of your mouth.
He wants to please people. He wants to do right. He cries to me; asks me why he is always in trouble. My heart breaks. He wants to be good. But it's so hard. So hard to stop touching things, stop chewing things, stop letting things distract him... To fight against these urges.
His fight with Sensory Processing Disorder is ongoing. So our story continues. His story continues.
He is a good kid, even if sometimes he feels like he is always in trouble. He is the light of my life.
To be continued...
Erika
© erikalandon 2010
1.30.2011
I'm in the shower...
So - I'm in the shower today. Vivian comes in to ask me something. I say "can you give me a few minutes and then I'll answer your question, please?" "okay mom."
In walks Levi. "mom, where's Vivian?"
Me: "I'm not sure bud, I asked her to give me a few minutes."
Levi: "why??"
Me: "'Cause I'm in the shower and nobody should come in the bathroom when someone is in the shower."
Levi: "what? weird."
Me, "how's that weird?" (why did I ask???)
Levi: "'Cause you're our mom, we're supposed to be around you."
Me: "but not when I'm in the shower."
Levi: "yeah, and then we tell people secrets about you."
Hmmm... wonder what secrets are out there?? Remember, they already ask why I am so old, and why am I still fat...
Erika
© erikalandon 2010
In walks Levi. "mom, where's Vivian?"
Me: "I'm not sure bud, I asked her to give me a few minutes."
Levi: "why??"
Me: "'Cause I'm in the shower and nobody should come in the bathroom when someone is in the shower."
Levi: "what? weird."
Me, "how's that weird?" (why did I ask???)
Levi: "'Cause you're our mom, we're supposed to be around you."
Me: "but not when I'm in the shower."
Levi: "yeah, and then we tell people secrets about you."
Hmmm... wonder what secrets are out there?? Remember, they already ask why I am so old, and why am I still fat...
Erika
© erikalandon 2010
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