The Big Boy Update: I was a substitute in my son’s class today. I got to see how his focus issues worked in the classroom. He did pretty well today and didn’t need much help from me. Or rather he didn’t need more help from me than any of the other students—and I had some that wanted to monopolize my time all day. It was a nice day with my son and his classmates, all first and second graders. The students were very helpful to the other substitute and me as we were truly guests in their classroom. The third years were off on their end of year trip to Washington, D.C. with their teachers.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: I hate when this happens: my daughter rounds the corner in the kitchen when I’ve turned away and slams her legs into the open dishwasher. She crumpled to the floor, crying, saying, “you didn’t tell me it was there!” She had been on the deck eating her popsicle or I would have told her I had opened the dishwasher—we always tell her when it’s open. But I missed my window. She refused an ice pack and told me to just let her go so she could go and play. She processed the anger and hurt in another way though, getting very upset at something small only a few minutes later. This is when as a parent I do a very big internal sigh because I can only help her so much.
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