Hey What’s That Funk?

What Funk?  That Garbage funk!  (repeat 100 billion gillion trillion times.)

Misery loves company…you know you want to hear it…


Caught in the Act

Scroll down for an update on Little J’s surgery

Just wanted to share a small tidbit from J’s day at school.  In our district they have an ACT statement that says something about “In our schools we will

Act respectfully and trustworthy. 

Take responsibility.

Care about others.

We ACT!”

So the teachers and staff are encouraged to catch kids in the ACT and reward them.

J came home with a sticker today that said, “I was caught in the ACT at *my school*”

His report from his aide said that he helped another student catch their snack that was blowing away by running after it.  He was rewarded for being respectful and caring. 

Do you know what that means?  It means he was aware of his surroundings and was able to engage in appropriate behavior in response to a situation.  That’s a big deal.  I’m glad he was caught in the ACT, but I’m proud that he is learning to engage in social situations.

Silent Little J

My non-stop chatter box who can’t stop taunting his brother has been alternately quiet and croaky since Monday Morning.  He had surgery to remove his large tonsils and adenoids.  He is on the mend, but it is slow going and up and down.  He has moments of quiet play and even more moments of fitful sleeping on the couch.  I’ve offered him any number of soft foods (pudding, applesauce, Popsicles, ice cream) and yet he has other things in mind.

drifting off snuggling his donut twist

drifting off snuggling his donut twist


He keeps wanting donuts today but will take a bite and then hold it in his mouth for 10-20 minutes.  I eventually have to talk him into spitting it out or letting me scoop it out.  And still he wants to try it again.  He also was convinced that he needed to eat a hamburger tonight.  He took a teeny tiny bite and then said he was done.  Well almost time for another dose of pain meds around here.  After he drifts off I will get about 3-3.5 hours before he is waking me up.  He woke me up this morning with a small mewling sound and slapping my chest.  nice huh?


Oh and we have pretty much moved into our new house thanks to some great friends who helped with the furniture on Saturday.  Of course the gas company man discovered that the heater on the pool needs to be fixed so it will be a little longer before I get my inaugural dip.  Hopefully it will be fixed tomorrow.  I am itching to swim a few laps.  All the convince moving food has weighed me down.  Back to crockpot cooking tomorrow! Random, I know.

moving again

We are moving into a new rental.

Did I tell you hubby is going to Mississippi late FEB through early May for training?  Did I also forget to mention that he is going to go to Korea without us in June?  Not by choice.  However, due to this forced assignment he got to choose to keep our family here in Tucson longer.  He turned down a Germany assignment, which I know was hard for him.  Also because of his orders, we have the luxury of getting out of our lease early.

The way the market is (sucky) we can afford more house and upgrades for just a bit more (and sometimes less) than what we are paying for in a smaller house.  The amenity we chose?  A POOL!   I am beyond excited.  It will be good for our whole family.  It will wear the boys out and help keep J in sync.  It will give me an outlet for exercise that I don’t have to leave the house or pay childcare for.  I already have plans to host some water aerobics sessions with some mom friends come spring.  The pool has an awesome heater and with us still having days in the 70s in January, I am confident that I can afford to heat it in March.  Oh and it has spa features too, a large bench, jets, and heat for the whole pool.  WAHOO!  We get the keys in a week.  The clincher was the landlord saying they pay for the pool maintenance and have someone that comes once a week.  AWESOME!

And we didn’t sign the lease until we got the approval from J’s principal for open enrollment.  We are moving just outside the school’s boundaries.  I have to reapply for next year but it shouldn’t be a problem.

Now for the purging and packing process to begin. 


“Friends” flock

Today was my volunteer day at J’s school.  I learn so much at these once a week visits.  I schedule my time so that I can help in the class during centers and then hang on the playground with the para pro while J plays.  Today he was on the swings and several kids where taking turns giving him helpful pushes.  One boy was so cute.  He was pushing J and guarding the swing next to him.  If any kids came in their direction he would hop on the empty swing and when they walked away, he’d jump off and give J some more pushes.  His Para pro mentioned that in the entire school year, this is the 1st day he has shown interest in the swings.  He tolerated the pushes for a while and then got up and just walked away to play by himself.

I asked Mrs. O (para pro) about how the other kids were now feeling towards J.   In the beginning of the year many of them were scared or bewildered by him.  He wasn’t staying in class everyday.  Sometimes they would remove him due to disruptions and sometimes he would go to a separate room to do extra work.  This week the stars have aligned and he has been a perfect student in class.  He has been on green all week and not even ventured into yellow.  Mrs. O has been keeping him in class to do his extra work.  So when he is done with what the kids at his table are doing, Mrs. O gets out the enrichment worksheets.  She said that at the beginning of the week one of the smartest girls in the class asked if he was reading.  Mrs. O said that J could read lots of words.   The girl said, “Wow, I can’t even read.”  Since then Mrs. O said that the other kids in the class have realized that he is very smart and they can have conversations with them.  She thinks they are trying to get smart by association.  He tolerates them for a little while (just like the swings) and then either shuts them out or asks to do something else.

Library is now a daily event and the librarian has made exceptions to the number of books he can check out at a time.  He is allowed to pick any book he wants when he goes with Mrs. O.  They are given a limited selection when they go as a class.  Mrs. O is trying to help him pick some books out of his narrowed interest and then using them during reading time in class.  While the other kids are reading their sight words, J is picking out 3rd-5th grade books and sounding them out.

But then he falls through a “swiss cheese hole.”  You know where not all of his learning is on an even level.  He is still struggling with managing his emotions.  He still struggles with math.  counting by 2s, check.  counting by 10s, check.  Counting by 5s, not so much.  Reading check.  Reading comprehension, what’s that?

stay tuned, new post in a minute.  splitting topics like a good blogger.