Welcome to my digital writing journal, or mydigitalclutter. What started as a family blog almost two years ago has morphed into my writing therapy. This is where I do a lot of free writing, mostly about my life with my family and the things that catch my interest. While nowhere even close to perfect, in each post I like to see how my writing is changing with time and practice. Most posts are left unedited for this reason, so if you don't mind, take the journey with me.

Monday, April 13, 2009

I feel kind of bad, that I'm posting all my trials with my six year old, and haven't posted much about Abbie. Perhaps I will tell a tale about her tomorrow. But for now, here is how my afternoon went with my son:

While doing homework today, Nigel had to draw a picture of his house and write his address. After drawing a bird's eye view of our yard and house, he supposed to write his address. Here is how the conversation started.

Mom: Do you know your address?
Nigel: Yes.
Mom: Write the numbers, # and #.
Nigel: Okay.
Mom: Now 'North'
Nigel: That isn't how it goes.
Mom: That is our address.
Nigel: That isn't the correct way! My teacher won't understand it!
Mom: That is our address though.
Nigel: I want a different address. I don't like that one! I want my very own. I don't want yours! I want my very own.

This of course went with screaming, crying, throwing the pencil across the room, and hugh alligator tears streaming down his face. I sent him to his room for a little time out, but that didn't even seem to calm him down. We talked for quite a while about his anger management issues, but it didn't seem to work until I left him alone for to think about things for a while.

I suppose I should be grateful that he has such a strong sense of self. He will no doubt give me a run for his money as he gets older. Oh well. I surely love him! He is such a doll when he doesn't have a melt down.

2 Lovely Scribbles to Me:

Tonee + Brennan said...

Oh Teri! I could just see this play in my head as I read it! I am sure it's not funny to you, but it gave me a little laugh as I was picturing it. He sure is a funny one!

Terresa said...

ahhh, kids and melt downs, they go together like vanilla ice cream and root beer. Funny thing though, I hate rootbeer floats! ;)

I feel your pain hermana! Three of my four kids have meltdowns on a regular basis, one being my oldest daughter this morning on the walk to the bus stop, crying the entire way about being COLD. Urghhhhh. I just hugged her. Boy, am I glad for public school!

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