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Notes to a Kindergarten Teacher

Dear Teacher,

I know, it’s the first week of school. You want to get the students ready for what is expected of them. I understand that. Really, I do. But was it really necessary to have Scamp move his clip off of the green smiley face to yellow? ON THE FIRST DAY? SERIOUSLY? Shouldn’t they get some sort of 24 hour grace period on behavior? I mean, I know what he’s probably doing, and not doing, as the case may be. I know my kid and what he’s capable of, and sometimes it isn’t very pretty. Unfortunately for him, he doesn’t realize or remember what he is doing wrong.

All he remembers is that “he makes you very angry” or “he had to move his clip today”. And without a note from you telling me what angers you so, I can’t help you reinforce the good behavior and help remove the bad behavior. I desperately want to help you, if only because it kills me to hear my son wake every morning and say he hates school, he has no friends, and that he makes his teacher angry. If you heard it, it would break your heart. It does mine.

Please, take a few minutes and drop me a note telling me what he’s doing wrong so I can help you and help him fix it. All he wants to do is make you happy, as well as his momma. Let’s help him achieve that, shall we?

If you have any questions, you know where to find me. Pinky swear.

Hugs and Kisses,


Posted by Shash @ 7:42 pm | 7 Comments   | August 27, 2007

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Tagged! On The First Day of School!

First day of School. I’m still alive…but barely.

EMH is MUCH easier than Pre-K, but I’m loving it. It’s awesome. Really.

The day would have gone much better had Spiff’s bus not broken down, and someone would have notified the ESE department at his school so they wouldn’t have called me and scared the living heck out of me. Basically, Scamp’s bus broke down, and his aide was looking for him and worried. No one notified the ESE department the bus broke down, so they called me worried. I’m SO glad they care so much for Spiff, and I’m grateful they take the time to contact me even when they are worried. I just don’t like to be scared out of my wits on the first day of school.

It all turned out okay though, and really, that’s all that matters…

Shannon tagged me for a meme, and there are some ground rules. So without further ado:

* We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.
* Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
* People who are tagged write their own blog post about their eight things and include these rules.
* At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged and they should read your blog.

  1. I love all sorts of shower gels and bath stuff. Right now I’m addicted to Carol’s Daughter‘s stuff.

  2. I’m a night owl. Sometimes it is to my own detriment. Like, say, NOW….
  3. No matter where I am staying, I find that I end up sleeping on the same side of the bed I sleep on at home. weird.
  4. When I was younger, I think about 4 or 5, I dived into my parent’s roman shower (you step down into it) and cracked my head open. I promise you I never did that again, and it kind of explains a lot.
  5. I am kind of overwhelmed in groups. It takes me a minute to get comfortable before I come out of my shell, and sometimes people think I’m not interested in them. The reality is I am very interested, I’m just afraid of looking like an idiot, which sometimes happens.
  6. I LOVE Iced Tea! I drink it constantly, and I’m secretly thrilled that Scamp loves it too.
  7. I color coordinate my closet, and store my clothes by style; i.e. tank tops by color, capris by color, blouses by color. It’s a sickness.
  8. I want to be on The Amazing Race with my husband. Preferably soon, before we fall apart from old age and laziness.

Now I must tag eight others. Yikes.

Kelly, Belinda, Jimmy, Kari, Lena, Sarah, Erin, . I’m stopping here. I’m tired. G’night.

Posted by Shash @ 3:58 am | 5 Comments   | August 21, 2007

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CrazedMommy Housecleaning Tip #25

Me : Please go clean your room. Pick up all of the toys off the floor and put them away.

(children scurry off to do my bidding. I might have said the last sentence with voice raised)

Scamp: (a bit later) Okay mom, come look at my room.

Me: Um, guys? (as I look at the room, only slightly cleaner than I last saw it) The idea is to put the toys away, not just shove them into piles smooshed against the wall. Also? The closet? Lets fix that so we can actually close the doors, okay?

Scamp: (trying to put the toys into the closet to close the door) Mom, (uuuugggghhh) I can’t do it. They don’t fit in my closet.

Me: So I can come in there with a garbage bag and throw the toys away, right?

Scamp: Um….no. But I can’t put the toys away in the closet. There’s too many.

Me: Well, just shove them in better. That’ll help get those doors closed.

Posted by Shash @ 9:41 pm | 4 Comments   | August 16, 2007

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Growing Pains

I just spent the better part of my afternoon cleaning out Scamp’s closet and chest-of-drawers. I just received an influx of new hand-me-downs from my friend Cindy, and I needed to make room. I also knew that in Scamp’s closet I had set aside some of Spiff’s clothes he has outgrown; more specifically clothes that are part of the school uniform. It is incredibly difficult to find the right sizes of polo shirts and shorts that are acceptable school uniform choices at Target, and I hate running from store to store to find items the school deems acceptable. Unless the school wants to front me some gas money; then I’ll go anywhere they require.

This time the project was bittersweet. There were so many clothes this time that I put in the “to give away” pile, several he never got a chance to wear. Many, though, were T-shirts that he would wear repeatedly, and showed wear and tear from repeated washings. The one from Savannah, when The Hubby and I went for our tenth wedding anniversary; The one that said “Bug Collector” and had buttons where plastic bugs could be attached. (this was incredibly convenient when we’d go somewhere and got sidetracked – instant, detachable toys! GENIUS!) The striped shirt he looked oh so cute in, and the “Born in the USA” that he wore just one year ago at the 4th of July Parade in Mount Dora.

The one that made me tear up a little was the little red shirt, the one that says “me in amsterdam”. Not because I was one of the Bloggers in Amsterdam, because I wasn’t. Amsterdam was one of the stops (really, just the airport) The Hubby had on his way to and from India two years ago. That trip was the reason I began this blog in the first place, so he’d have a chance to keep up with us while he was away. So I was sad for a moment.

But then? I remembered that The Hubby said that there was porn in the airport gift shops. That explains the little guys expression:

And then? I looked down at the carpet where I had dropped the hangers as I weeded out the sizes. Now, because of this little cleaning jaunt I have the luxury of this:

Niiice. Very nice indeed. Me and the little guy up there in the photo had the same expression.

Who knew that piles of 3T boys clothing out illicit such a range of emotions?

Excuse me, won’t you? I have some empty kids hangers to marvel over.

Posted by Shash @ 9:30 pm | 1 Comment   | August 15, 2007

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Sometimes Being Proactive is More Reactive

So today was spent doing the last part of out Evaluation Trifecta ™ for Scamp. Earlier this summer, we went to Arnold Palmer Hospital for Children and Women to have Scamp evaluated to see if he would qualify for services like Speech, Occupational Therapy, or Physical Therapy; either there at Arnold Palmer or in the school. I was hoping for in the school, because that is where I feel many kids would truly benefit from services, in a real time setting and usually with peers. I was really gunning for this. Probably more so that I should have.

I have to be honest; I’m petrified for Scamp this school year. This will be the first year he is in a mainstream classroom, where there is just a Teacher, and an occasional Teaching Assistant in the room. Scamp has had two years of a Teacher AND a Teaching Assistant working with him, and the ones he has been with knew him so well that they could direct and redirect him like a traffic cop does in rush hour traffic. It was a sight to behold. So knowing that in most cases it took two people working with Scamp to see results on a more normal scale, I worry that his new teacher will not know what to do with him, and either ride him way too hard and break his spirit (which is so gentle) or give up on him and let him flounder around until she can advance him just to get him out of her hair.

(That last sentence was from personal experience having to do with his older brother. Trust me, it happens. More than it should.)

There. I said it.

But today? Today Scamp performed beautifully. Granted, when I say beautifully I mean he did exactly what I expected him to do; answer some questions and not do well on others. You know, just enough right answers to center him in the really gray area; the one where the tester has to think about what she’s going to put in her report.* The kind where you almost want him to screw up, just so it’s easier to get the services and we can just move on.

The kind where I start to second guess all this stuff I’m doing and wonder if I’m trying to see something that just isn’t there, at least in Scamp.

I’m sure most of this will shake out as he spends time in class, learning and growing with his classmates. I look forward to that and all that comes with it. I guess I just want to protect him, and I need to let him spread his wings and fly.

I suppose I’m battle-weary. A little shell shocked, if you will. I’ve been fighting battles for Spiff that were worth fighting for so long that I fell like I have to keep going; to keep being vigilant for his younger brother that may need it. Or he may not. But this fighting mode, it’s hard to step out of. It’s hard to let go.

Statistics tell me I have to keep fighting, that I should keep fighting. Statistics tell me that younger siblings have issues on the spectrum too. I also know from past experience it is much easier to keep an IEP than it is to start again from scratch.

I KNOW all this, but right now? What I don’t know is if Scamp NEEDS all this.

I don’t know if, ultimately, I’m doing the right thing for Scamp. And for me, someone who prides herself on knowing all the facts and figures, all the ins and outs, this is humbling. This is scary.

I guess this is what my mother meant about what it means to be a parent.

*She’s going to call me once she decides what she is going to recommend. I’m really not looking forward to this call, because I think I know what she is going to tell me, and even though I NEED to hear it, I don’t know if I WANT to hear it. Basically, I think I know what she is going to say, and it isn’t going to be he qualifies for services. Bah.

Posted by Shash @ 11:28 pm | 1 Comment   | August 14, 2007

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My Plans for the Last Three Days of My Summer

You know, just in case you were wondering….

Posted by Shash @ 2:45 pm | 1 Comment   |

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Summer Moments to Remember, 2007

Some of the things we here at Casa de CrazedMommy would like to remember from this summer:

  • That we COULD HAVE SLEPT IN, seeing that it was Summer and all…. (Spiff)

  • Our first trip to Medieval Times as a family.
  • Finding metal armor for a 5 year-old can be rather difficult before Halloween.
  • Playing tourist in your hometown sometimes is kind of cool.
  • Lighting off fireworks that we drove all the way to Cocoa Beach for, and worth EVERY CENT.
  • Seeing The Police live in concert at Dolphin Stadium 26 years later with the one you love is so awesome; and hearing the crowd sing all the lyrics along with you, sublime.
  • Going to above concert with good friends and sharing the memory.
  • Spiff, in the most gentlemanly way, asking his first girlfriend out, and she saying yes.
  • Reconnecting with family we haven’t seen in awhile; and loving every minute.
    (Mandy, this one’s for you!)
  • Going to BlogHer for the first time in Chicago, and having a fantastic time.
  • Rooming (in a suite!) with Kelly and Belinda, two wonderful roommates and friends whom I adore.
  • Many days spent poolside, generally with friends and a drink in hand.
  • Mornings spent tutoring, and seeing improvement and rejoicing (I’m SO proud!).
  • Spending the night on Disney property is really pretty cool.
  • My summer “projects”, most of which were completed successfully.
  • Our new nephew being born, and our excitement at the prospect of meeting him in November. Can’t wait!
  • Realizing that we did lots of things this summer, and had fun with all of our friends and family.
  • The fruity drinks and pomtinis, and other tinis I had.

It’s been a great summer.

Posted by Shash @ 6:43 am | 3 Comments   | August 11, 2007

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The Party’s Over…

So this time next week, I’ll be back to work, readying the school for the influx of kids starting the next school year.


Part of me is looking forward to this, and part of me is not. The part of me that is loves working with kids, and is really excited to see the kids and many of my co-workers after this summer.

The part of me that is not looking forward to this is the part that always freaks out at the beginning of the school year because even though I have put things in place for Spiff, I worry that the year will be a rough one. Now that Scamp is heading into mainstream Kindergarten, sans a full IEP, I’m also stressed out about that. We’ve been so blessed, having a fantastic Pre-K teacher for two years. This year will have new teachers, new students, new expectations, and I’m worried that Scamp will have problems adjusting to the new regime. It doesn’t make me feel better to know that this is the same school that I had so many problems with the IEP team for Spiff. The only saving grace is that I work there now, so now there is definitely NO EXCUSE for anyone to say that they can’t confer with me when in comes to Scamp. But I have no doubt that they will find one.

That. Annoys. Me.

But I’ve dealt with it before, so I’m ready. But I’m still nervous. Not to mention, I’m not slated to go into the classroom I was previously in. My hours have been cut, and I’m going into a class I have had loads of experience with, but to be honest, I would rather be back where I was last year. It’s not my decision, and que sera sera.

These days are going to fly by, aren’t they?

Posted by Shash @ 3:55 pm | Comments   | August 10, 2007

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Dear Office Staff at Doctor’s Office: You Suck!

Hey guys,

You know, I thought we were past this stuff. I thought we had come to an understanding that you would not piss me off anymore. More importantly, you would not make me sit in your waiting room for over an hour after my appointment was originally scheduled; AND THEN tell me that I had a no show charge on my account, so I needed to pay that before we went in to see the doctor.

You’re kidding me, right?

Here’s a bit of cosmic math for you to chew on: If you make me sit for an hour after my scheduled appointment in your waiting room because you guys screwed up the books today; consider my “no-show fee” repaid. Understand?

And yes, that was me laughing down the hallway as you tried to call me back. You guys are high-larious.

Posted by Shash @ 10:12 pm | 1 Comment   | August 8, 2007

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Campus Crawl

Today was my monthly migraine study appointment, where I was promptly disappointed to find I didn’t score the mega-monthly supply of migraine meds; but the usual monthly pittance that I’ve been existing (read: hoarding) on for months now. So that sucked.

After we left the doctor’s office, we went to Michael’s Crafts, to pick up a frame for the SIGNED poster of The Police I got when I joined the fan club. I’ll be setting that baby up tonight. Photo to follow. (click here to see it up on my wall.) We also stopped at Shoe Carnival, where we picked up a pair of sandals for Spiff, who had run his other ones into the ground. He promptly wore them out of the store, because it is 95 degrees out here today, but it feels like it is 105 degrees. It’s HOT, damn hot!

Our next stop was UCF, to pick up some things for Sarah. Um, I guess now would be a good time to tell you I have never been out to the campus, much less on it. I’ve been close, but never had the pleasure of getting lost on campus.

Until today. It didn’t take long. Someone should tell them that better signage would be insanely helpful. And no, the way to the bookstore is no longer that way, so please TAKE THAT SIGN DOWN!!!!

Okay, so I’m a little annoyed. Get your act together, UCF!!

We parked in a shiny, brand new parking garage (one of two) and walked to the student union building. Spiff was full of questions. I discussed with him that soon enough he would be going to a school very much like this one; if not this exact one. I asked how he felt about that, and he expressed some trepidation. I reminded him that one of the good things about going to a college like UCF was that he could still live at home and also go to school. He worried that the school was too big for him to get to classes on time every day. I told him that college was a bit different than middle and high school, and he seemed to relax.

He began to revel in the moment, and for a brief time he enjoyed himself. We picked out some cool things for Sarah, and he declined my offer of a UCF T-shirt when I asked him if he’d like one. I guess he felt it was too soon to start having loyalties…

especially since UCF doesn’t have a video game development degree…yet. But Full Sail does, and we passed their campus not long after we left UCF. Spiff was thrilled.

After we left UCF, we headed toward Winter Park, and Color Me Mine, a pottery place we had been to for a friend’s birthday. On the way there, we passed Rollins College, a smaller, but by no means less important college (I wanted to go there when I was growing up here in Orlando); and a place called Mellow Mushroom, and we were so intrigued by the name and mushroom guy on the sign, we doubled back and stopped to have lunch. I’m so glad we did. The pizza is PHENOMENAL! (almost better than the Giordano’s, B!) We had a really good time. Is there one near you? If there is, you should go.

Another reason why it is a good thing we stopped there for lunch is that the Color Me Mine store that USED to be in Winter Park is no longer there. We were sad, but we were also kind of secretly relieved, because we were kind of tired.

So we went home, where there is air conditioning and Backyardigans and You Tube. Oh, and a sofa.


Posted by Shash @ 9:22 pm | 2 Comments   | August 6, 2007

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