I’m here. I almost entirely forgot to post for the night. I was too wrapped up in folding baby laundry, and, of course, the Oscars! It was a good show. I am grateful I got off work early enough to watch it. Very pleased with the outcome, meaning, The Social Network didn’t win anything really important, and Christian Bale won for The Fighter. Now, it’s really late, and the dreaded Capt. Redbeard (my cute pet name for Vance) really wants me to turn out the light so he can sleep. I promise a more detailed update tomorrow. Night all!
Oh, what a day.
This morning was the big assembly/award ceremony at Deven’s school. Last night I decided to take my OB’s advice and take allergy medicine with Tylenol so that I could sleep better. I didn’t want to take a whole dose, so I took a half dose, and man was that dumb. Instead of making me drowsy, it just made me anxious. I was trembling and screaming on the inside for a good 2 hours before I was finally able to go to sleep. Getting up this morning at 6 am was so very hard. The good news was that I wasn’t doing it alone! I had to wake Vance up extra early too.
Anyway, we were told to deliver the child to the cafeteria by 7:30, and the actual assembly would start at 7:45. They basically had the kids all sit on the floor by grade and class, and the parents basically stood around the perimeter of the room. What I had pictured in my mind was something very short and routine, where some of the kids would be sitting around watching the ceremony during breakfast, and the award recipient’s parents would be standing around watching and taking pictures. I don’t know why, but I was under the impression that this was something they did every other week, and that it meant next to nothing other than just giving the kids some positive reinforcement. Yeah, I haven’t been in elementary school in a long, long time.
Turns out this was a much bigger deal than I had originally believed, at least a big deal by elementary school standards. They had put together a flag ceremony with a local Boy Scout’s troop, and we all stood up and pledged our allegiance to the American and Texas flags. Well, almost everyone. I wasn’t feeling well, and I had to sit on the floor. I noticed they had pulled out chairs for the grandparents, but no chair for the (very) pregnant lady? Whatevs.
We had to sit through what I am sure tickled the hell out of a lot of the parents in the room, but was nothing short of tedious torture to the rest of us. The school choir put on an unnecessarily long song medley involving hats. The choir director was retiring after 20 years, or something, so they wanted it to be extra special, but I’m sorry, my kid had nothing to do with that, so I couldn’t be bothered to care. After that was over, they handed out other various awards to the kids for artwork, walking or biking to school, classes with the best behavior, whatnot. Stuff for the older kids.
FINALLY, they ended the ceremony with the Dino Pride Awards! I was under the impression that it was nothing more than a school-wide drawing, that it meant nothing. It turns out they actually award the kids for certain accomplishments or good behaviors. They gave kids awards for good writing, improving their math skills, following the 3 B’s (I have no idea what those are), things like that. They went from 5th grade down, and there were, like 30 kids getting awards. Deven, being in the pre-school class, was the very last to go up. He got his award for Independently using his class schedule!
We had no idea how he was going to react to having to go on stage in front of everyone. It turns out that he was very excited to go up on that stage. We could see him standing there, at the bottom of the stairs, his teacher having to pull his hand to keep him from rushing the stage. And then he walked up there, got his certificate, and sat right down on the bleachers. You could hear “awwws” coming from the audience, seeing as he was the smallest one there, so small that he still wears a diaper, which has a habit of pushing his shirt up his back.
These are the type of events I dreamed about when I was pregnant, and when I held my baby boy in my arms. I didn’t imagine they would come so quickly. He’s received his first school award before his 4th birthday!
When it became apparent that Deven had some significant delays, we feared that these things may not happen the way we wanted them to. The fear that he could be autistic was always in the back of our minds, seeing as austism has a presence in my family. It will always be a concern as long as we decide to have children. Now it’s apparent that Deven has just decided to put talking on the back burner, behind just learning to do everything himself. He’s so very determined, independent,and the smartest little turd I have ever met in my life. Now he’s being rewarded for it. We’re all in so much trouble.
The Underpants Gnome.
While Deven was at school today, I made a trip to Target, and among the things I decided to pick up were a couple of packs of boy’s underwear. I left them out intentionally, sort of as a way of showing Deven that, yes, we know he’s still here and needs things too. We’ve been buying so many things for the upcoming new addition, and every time we goes near them, all he hears is “No! Don’t mess those things up! They’re for the baby!”
So, when he heard “they’re for Deven!” this is what happened. Underpants on the head, underpants over his jeans (though you can’t really tell in the picture.)
So, the reason why I bought the underpants for the child is due to a letter I received in his school folder the other day. I usually get letters about upcoming fundraisers, or classroom reports, or artwork Deven made during that week in the folder. Those things are indeed exciting, but nothing, I mean nothing compares to the glory of the letter I received on that day.
The week before spring break, the PPCD program will be holding a “potty training boot camp.” During that week, I am to bring Deven to school in underpants and they will focus most of the day’s energy on trying to get him to go on the potty. I just about died.
Of course this doesn’t mean that all the work will be done there, and after a week I will have a freshly diaper-less kid. He’s going to come home and we’re going to have to continue this process throughout the day, possibly for several weeks at a time. Doesn’t sound like fun considering I am beginning to lose my mind due to hormones and lack of sleep caused by pregnancy. This is still the biggest help I could have possibly asked for. These are people who are well-versed in the workings of challenged kids, and have probably potty-trained hundreds of kids of all capabilities. As I have said in the past, I know my kid is ready and capable, I just don’t know what the hell to do. Now I know that not only are my potty-training attempts going to be supported by his school, but they could possibly be the ones guiding the process.
I am so excited. I could seriously hug the shit out of my kid’s teacher tomorrow.