Tuesday, January 02, 2007
Things are still yukky here........ but Jacob keeps me hopping. Today he found a permanent blue pen (WHERE is he getting these?) and colored the following:
--the walls, all of them
--the carpet, lots of it
--the couch, sadly, it is in such bad shape now I don't even care
--the brand new PBK's train/doll house table that Santa brought. We had it for exactly two days before he destroyed it. Sweet.
--Lauren's new wooden dollhouse
--my old purse (Lisa, you know the one, the tan Kate Spade tote...yes, I am a purse lady and I like expensive ones.......)
-- my brand new purse that I got from my inlaws for Christmas YESTERDAY (also Kate Spade and leather.....)
--a pretzel (really...and I thought that it was pretty funny that he took the time to color a pretzel)
--the two new stuffed animal/bean bags that Santa brought (a pink pig and a pink lamb..you have seem them in Pottery Barn Kids before.....). Now they look like they have guest starred on Miami Ink or served some serious time in the clink.
Since I have been dwelling a lot lately on what a stinker (the worst word I dare use since I don't want a social worker knocking on my door) my son is, you might wonder what I was doing leaving him alone for so long when I KNOW he gets into trouble. Where was I for the grand total of 5 minutes? Cleaning up throw up. His. Off myself and the floor. At first I thought he was sick, but now I think it might just have been a diversion to get me out of the room. Lately I have been sticking to him like poop on a duck. I have also been looking for a daycare or preschool to send him to. At first I wanted something that was going to keep him mentally stimulated and had predominantly black students and teachers. At this point, I just want what is reasonably safe, open and willing to take him.
He really isn't a bad kid. He is just curious and busy. He is really bright and very determined. He just has to see something ONCE and he wants to do it. He tried to tie his shoe after seeing me do it once. He now needs a knife so he can cut his food and he can actually manipulate the knife and fork. If I hadn't been too lazy to teach him sign language, he would be awesome. His eye/hand coordination is pretty amazing. He can put the straw in the juice box by himself (and for those of you who don't do this often, you should know that it has the SMALLEST opening....) and can take apart ANYTHING that you put in front of him (today it was a flashlight, several pens, the "shot" from his doctor kit, two paint brushes and several pieces of wooden doll furniture...). He really is charming and funny and sweet. He is just also incredibly destructive and strong and bored. He makes me cry. Daily. I want to like him more than I do right now. Don't take this the wrong way, I love him very much (I might even love him the best...but don't tell the other two!!) but I don't like him so much these days. I need to spend less time cleaning up destroyed furniture and purses and messes and damage and more time doing things like bathing, not crying or interacting with other two kids. Someday I might even see my husband too (but don't hold your breath).
My saving grace is that others of you have had kids like this before (maybe it is boys?) and they are ok now. My friend Lisa tells great stories of her son Owen. A mutual friend of ours wrote an article about him and described him like this "Owen has bee's in his head, and the bee's are crazy". Well said, Eric D, well said. I have to say that if Owen's bee's were crazy, Jacob's are psychotic, ADD juvvie bee's on a Red Bull high.
So to end this post I will wrap up with a few lessons and a treat. Lesson number one--don't let Santa go anywhere near nice stores for the next 10 years. Lesson number two -- daycare is a good thing. I know I might get some comments about this (but keep in mind that my mom owned and ran a daycare for years, and she was great at it.... so I am already pretty pro-daycare) but I think that while it might not be for everyone, it is a great solution for kids with crazy bee's in their heads. Lesson three -- Throw up is gross. Lesson four-- Now you know why I do all the Africa work. Visiting orphanages and AIDS patients is a great way to escape the house (both mentally and physically) and currently it is emotionally less distressing and much more relaxing than mothering. Go figure.
Now the gift. Check this out and don't say I never gave you anything......