The Christman Family

Now that we have taken D off the allergy meds he is doing much better. The teacher said yesterday he had a really good day. We will see if it continues but so far he seems to be so much better. He is tolerating H when she is screaming bloody murder now. He still tells her to stop but he does not hit her any more while telling her to stop. Progress! I really think he just must be sensitive to medication. I guess from now on before I give him anything I better read the side effects and keep a look out for them. We go back to the allergy doctor this month so I think I will just ask to see the ENT. If getting his adenoids and tonsils out will help I’m all for it. If they do take them out I am hoping we can do it the week of Thanksgiving since I plan on pulling him out of daycare that week anyway.

I went to bed last night with D in his bed watching Diego and Davey with H asleep in the living room. Davey brought H to bed and went to sleep. I was woken up around 11pm with D trying to get the remote so he could turn another Diego on. I told D to go to sleep. He laid down only to get up 10 minutes later and tell me he needed to go potty. I can’t really get mad about that one. I don’t know what time he actually finally went to sleep. He must be tired today though. I know I am.

Well when I picked up D yesterday I had another incident report to sign. It seems he can not control himself anymore. The teacher said he would not listen to her and when she asked him to stand in line he would just run around and throw himself on the floor and scream and cry. So he had another really bad day at daycare yesterday. This morning when he woke up he wanted to watch Backyardigans so I put one on and he screamed at me that it was not the one he wanted. He normally will wine if it is not the one he wants but he has never screamed at me the way he did this morning. So I talked with Davey and we are taking him off the allergy meds. I just hope he goes back to his normal self soon.

I went to pick up H from daycare yesterday and her teacher was just gushing with praises saying she is such a sweet girl. She moved up to the older room about 2 weeks ago and the new teachers are in love with her. Her teacher was telling me that they have made fast friends. She said every time she sits on the floor that H will run over and sit in her lap. Her teacher said she is saying words for her. She said H said apple the other day and she is picking up the sign language they are teaching her.
Then I left to go get D from his daycare. I go in to get him and I get handed a page long incident report. Honest to goodness they ran out of room and started writing down the side of the page. So apparently D was throwing a boys shoe across the room and would not stop when the teacher told him to do so. So she told him to go sit in time out. Well this caused a full on melt down. He started screaming at her and would not go so she took his hand to make him and he tried to bite her and kick her. He ended up in the office. I had a talk with him about how we don’t hit or bite anyone especially adults. I don’t know if it helped but I would not let him play video games all night and he did not like that. Every time he would ask to play I told him no and would make him tell me why he was not getting to play. Hopefully it sank in. This morning when I dropped him off I had a talk with him again. I am hoping that today will be a better day for him. It is just amazing how different two kids can be.

Davey and I needed to run to town and buy a few groceries yesterday so we took D and H with us. At the store D said he was hungry and wanted some ice cream. So I told him we would get the ice cream before we left. So I was getting the few things we needed and I was going to get some bananas. So I ask D if he would like a banana and he says yes. So I get 4 large bananas so that I can have one in the car and one to take to work. We then go and get the ice cream that D wants and check out. When we get to the car I ask D if he wants his ice cream or a banana. He picks the banana. I don’t know any other kid that would pick a banana over ice cream. So I give him a banana and start eating one myself. He finished the banana before I get half of mine eaten and says he wants another one. Ok so I give him a second banana after all I still have one left. He finishes that banana and asks me for another one. So I tell him it is the last one and I am only giving him a little over half of it and giving H the rest. So much for my banana for work. He eats all of that and still asks for another one. I had to tell him we did not have any more and I got his standard. “Ah man.” I seriously think he would have eaten 6 or 7 large bananas if I had gotten them and let him have them. What kills me is I have gotten a bunch of bananas before and brought them home and he would not touch them. Most of them went bad. The boy is an enigma.