<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4403652473560282373</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:45:11.546-07:00</updated><category term='beginnings'/><category term='adhd'/><category term='Life'/><title type='text'>Life Death and Everything in Between</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifedeathandallbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403652473560282373/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifedeathandallbetween.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jesella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16791358180929364068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4403652473560282373.post-1152362613706704238</id><published>2009-05-08T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T18:33:07.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama, drama, drama</title><content type='html'>It's been another dramatic week in our household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oldest is fully immersed in baseball season and having a blast.  Of course, he's getting worse about bringing home anything resembling school work.  We got an email the other day saying, "Please check his planner.  He's behind again."  Have yet to see said planner this week.  *sigh*  I must say, though, I'm grateful the teachers have started (occasionally) posting a list of the day's homework to their website.  The school year will be over shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did write me a lovely poetry book for Mother's Day.  I wish I could read more of it.  Some of his insights were surprising.  Here's what I can decipher from his "I am" autobiographical poem (spelling left unedited):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I am a cry for help&lt;br /&gt;  I am a shark&lt;br /&gt;  I am #1&lt;br /&gt;  I am a glass flor&lt;br /&gt;  I am apple saws&lt;br /&gt;  I am a roken eletrik gutter (ed: guitar)&lt;br /&gt;  I am a battel arena&lt;br /&gt;  I am the thundring hale&lt;br /&gt;  I am a strong oak&lt;br /&gt;  I am afrade of nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The major drama this week was with Middle Child.  A fifth grader grabbed him by the neck on the bus, slammed him into the window, and choked him.  He was still gasping and crying when he got home.  Middle Child is a FIRST grader.  From what I understand, the only thing he did to provoke it was to ask the bigger kid to stop picking on everyone.  We've always known MC's mouth would get him in trouble, but this is downright silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youngest is home tonight with a fever, sadly.  I'm hoping desperately she'll be feeling better in the morning.  A friend and I are supposed to put together some freezer meals and we have all of the ingredients ready to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for an update on our little corner of the world.  I hope everyone has a lovely, restful Mother's Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403652473560282373-1152362613706704238?l=lifedeathandallbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifedeathandallbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/1152362613706704238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4403652473560282373&amp;postID=1152362613706704238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403652473560282373/posts/default/1152362613706704238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403652473560282373/posts/default/1152362613706704238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifedeathandallbetween.blogspot.com/2009/05/drama-drama-drama.html' title='Drama, drama, drama'/><author><name>Jesella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16791358180929364068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4403652473560282373.post-9025825634096093989</id><published>2009-02-07T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T23:12:47.499-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adhd'/><title type='text'>Teeny tiny rant</title><content type='html'>Having Oldest in a class with two teachers is a struggle in itself.  I think they're both probably great teachers.  They both seem enthusiastic about teaching.  But when they only work every-other day, I'm not sure they really get the full picture of what's going on with each child.  Mine, for one.  They both have said they'd keep us informed.  I could count on one hand the number of times they've contacted us.  Once when he'd gotten in trouble for stealing from the bookfair (gotta love peer-pressure).  Twice when he was vastly behind in turning in assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest and greatest is this quote from a (parent-initiated) email from the teacher:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tempus Sans ITC;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;"I want to start by letting you know we really enjoy having him in our class.  He has a great attitude and is a great kid... [He] is easily distracted in class and his attention span seems limited at times.  He is quick to refocus with reminders."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Yeah.  Do you think perhaps that limited attention span could have to do with his ADHD diagnosis?  Maybe?   Breathe in.  Breathe out.  Let go of the snarky attitude.  Moving on :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403652473560282373-9025825634096093989?l=lifedeathandallbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifedeathandallbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/9025825634096093989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4403652473560282373&amp;postID=9025825634096093989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403652473560282373/posts/default/9025825634096093989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403652473560282373/posts/default/9025825634096093989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifedeathandallbetween.blogspot.com/2009/02/teeny-tiny-rant.html' title='Teeny tiny rant'/><author><name>Jesella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16791358180929364068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4403652473560282373.post-3649740897957923852</id><published>2009-02-03T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T21:12:26.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Split personalities</title><content type='html'>I think the hardest thing to deal with in the realm of Oldest's ADHD is his split personalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came home from school perfectly fine.&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful day, so I sent them all outside to play with friends.&lt;br /&gt;He came home happy and just fine.&lt;br /&gt;I called him downstairs to do homework while I made dinner.  He hasn't turned in many math assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What followed was nearly 2 hours of sulking, swearing (spelled and whispered, by him, not me), and many many "I am stupid!" exclamations.  He was in one of his classic funks, that thankfully have been rare recently.  He turns from sulky to angry to destructive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He starting tearing apart a wooden model he received and made for Christmas.  I made a mistake here and stopped him.  He fought and I ended up pinning him to the floor again.  I hate doing that, and I usually end up doing it if I'm worried about him hurting himself.  He wasn't hurting himself in this case.  I was wrong.  After he chose to return to his seat at the table, I didn't stop him from destroying the model again (and he did totally dismantle it).  We had a very long discussion (mostly of him yelling "I'm stupid" and "I'm a waste of space!" and us presenting every line of encouragement and argument we could come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, he left the table and went to the bathroom.  When he came back, he was himself again.  I could here it in his voice immediately.  Gone was the sulky angry attitude.  Suddenly he was cooperative, apologetic, and finished off his homework fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to keep asking myself Why?  Why on earth did we react?  I know perfectly well that he'll come back to himself eventually and that he'll fight endlessly until that little switch flips in his head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess on the bright side, we did discover that he does much better on story problems when he can talk through them.  He's reading them just fine, he just doesn't process the information very well in his head.  As soon as he says the problem out loud and talks through what it's asking, he does just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another day in our lives...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403652473560282373-3649740897957923852?l=lifedeathandallbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifedeathandallbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/3649740897957923852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4403652473560282373&amp;postID=3649740897957923852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403652473560282373/posts/default/3649740897957923852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403652473560282373/posts/default/3649740897957923852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifedeathandallbetween.blogspot.com/2009/02/split-personalities.html' title='Split personalities'/><author><name>Jesella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16791358180929364068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4403652473560282373.post-6616618893199831261</id><published>2009-01-12T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T15:29:25.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew, the white stuff's gone!</title><content type='html'>I'm so grateful the snow is gone and the flooding seems to have subsided in neighboring towns.  We're finally settling back in to  a school routine (although it doesn't help that next week the kids have Monday and Friday off, and a half day Thursday!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a mission this year to improve our family's eating habits.  I've heard and read that making nutritional changes can improve ADHD behavior (in addition to just plain being the right thing to do).  I have a referral to a RN/dietitian and I'm looking forward to meeting her (if only I could get my thoughts together about what I'd like to ask her). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, making sweeping changes in January is difficult... I'm an accountant and crazy busy for the next few months... but I'm working on it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403652473560282373-6616618893199831261?l=lifedeathandallbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifedeathandallbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/6616618893199831261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4403652473560282373&amp;postID=6616618893199831261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403652473560282373/posts/default/6616618893199831261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403652473560282373/posts/default/6616618893199831261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifedeathandallbetween.blogspot.com/2009/01/whew-white-stuffs-gone.html' title='Whew, the white stuff&apos;s gone!'/><author><name>Jesella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16791358180929364068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4403652473560282373.post-2284601871542861467</id><published>2008-12-23T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T20:12:36.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="storycontent"&gt; &lt;p&gt;Every year, we sing songs about a white Christmas.  In Seattle, we even think, “What a nice idea” as we sing it.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;This year has the makings to be the worst Christmas ever.  We’ve been essentially snowed in for a week.  Have you any idea how claustrophobic a home can feel when stranded there with three exuberant children?  We have chains for the car, but it’s still not safe to leave.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We missed our church’s birthday party for Jesus (although it’s been rescheduled to next week, it’ll be odd to sing carols the weekend AFTER Christmas).  We missed Bake Day and the wonderful family time that goes with it.  It looks like we’re going to miss Christmas Eve with family.  I can’t remember the last time we’ve missed that.  We might miss the candlelight service.  We have gifts for the kids stuck on UPS trucks.  Our moms might not make it to our home for Christmas day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’m trying not to let it get to me.  I’m trying to enjoy the beauty of the snow, particularly the 12+ inches still undisturbed on our outdoor furniture out back, because this much is truly rare here.  I believe God’s reminding us to be prepared for emergencies (we aren’t).  And we’ve taken the opportunity to make cookies here at home, which the kids shared with our neighbors today.  (Our budding entrepreneur Middle Child tried to bill me $6 in delivery fees.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Friday it’s supposed to rain.  I’ve vowed to never complain about the rain again.  You’re welcome to remind me how sore I am after walking to work yesterday and shoveling snow the day before.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Meanwhile, we’re home, using our last opportunities of the year to threaten that Santa won’t bring gifts if the floor’s a mess, and trying to keep in mind what this holiday is really about.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I wish everyone a very Merry Christmas, and a happy New Year.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403652473560282373-2284601871542861467?l=lifedeathandallbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifedeathandallbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/2284601871542861467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4403652473560282373&amp;postID=2284601871542861467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403652473560282373/posts/default/2284601871542861467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403652473560282373/posts/default/2284601871542861467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifedeathandallbetween.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas?'/><author><name>Jesella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16791358180929364068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4403652473560282373.post-4244578369949023997</id><published>2008-12-16T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T15:53:49.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama</title><content type='html'>The drama continues... after several good days (really good days, actually), there's been another bump in the road.  I told Oldest he couldn't go out and play with his friends.  At first he was ok but once he realized he couldn't go because he'd been accused of cheating on a test today, the anger set in.  His anger scares me.  He throws things, breaks things, and says some awful things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Middle child asked why oldest is so mad all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the teen years going to be like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an IM exchange from this afternoon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oldest&lt;/span&gt;: I wish I was dead!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;x-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;3:34 PM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: I'm sorry you feel angry, Christian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;3:35 PM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oldest&lt;/span&gt;: ya right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;3:36 PM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;bla bla bla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: There is no excuse for being rude to others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;3:37 PM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oldest&lt;/span&gt;: O bo ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;3:38 PM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;: If you're going to use the internet to be as rude as you are in person when you're angry, you will lose internet access.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;You need do to your homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; float: left; color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;3:39 PM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block; padding-left: 6em; text-indent: -1em;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oldest&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ns0ONgDwNqs" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?&lt;wbr&gt;v=Ns0ONgDwNqs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least he hasn't threatened to run away today.  And he seems to be youtube surfing with his siblings (more appropriate content than the last one he sent me). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so hard to understand how he can be sweet, happy, helpful kid one moment and angry, rude kid the next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403652473560282373-4244578369949023997?l=lifedeathandallbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifedeathandallbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/4244578369949023997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4403652473560282373&amp;postID=4244578369949023997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403652473560282373/posts/default/4244578369949023997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403652473560282373/posts/default/4244578369949023997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifedeathandallbetween.blogspot.com/2008/12/drama.html' title='Drama'/><author><name>Jesella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16791358180929364068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4403652473560282373.post-1046684348885519416</id><published>2008-12-11T22:23:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:29:51.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new day!</title><content type='html'>Praise the Lord!  Oldest was an entirely different kid today.  He still had some moments of frustration (he wasn't happy to not get a book from the bookfair, and he was frustrated that I insisted he start his WA map project over), but he recovered quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of him.  While I ran to the office supply store for 11 x 17 paper, white-out, and crayons, he cut out the 31 landmarks he was supposed to place, figured out where they went on the map, and reviewed it with dh.  When I got home, he re-traced our state, and got all of the landmarks glued in.  What amazed me the most is that he insisted on coloring it in very carefully.  He even made sure his hand-written legend was neat(-er than usual).  He spent over 2 full hours at our coffee table working on this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it was solely active-parental involvement, but I don't think so.  We've been very involved in his other homework before and encountered only resistence.  I think he just really wanted to do this project well, and I'm SO grateful that he stuck with it, listened to parental advice, and finished it.  He was really pleased with it and proud of himself too.  I'm happy his teachers will finally see he's really capable of doing good work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our desperate prayers have been answered with at least a glimmer of hope that we'll get through all of this chaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403652473560282373-1046684348885519416?l=lifedeathandallbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifedeathandallbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/1046684348885519416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4403652473560282373&amp;postID=1046684348885519416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403652473560282373/posts/default/1046684348885519416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403652473560282373/posts/default/1046684348885519416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifedeathandallbetween.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-day.html' title='A new day!'/><author><name>Jesella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16791358180929364068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4403652473560282373.post-6488252371039807818</id><published>2008-12-10T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:14:02.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to square one</title><content type='html'>Last year was a breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year?  Not so much. &lt;p&gt;Report cards came home today.  For reading, of 10 assignments he turned in one.  One.  And that one assignment was late.  Also for reading, he was supposed to turn in 6 book cards.  He had turned in one by conference time when they were due.  He was allowed to turn in the rest late for reduced credit, but his report card says what he turned in was incomplete.  His writing is still illegible.  Needless to say, he got 1s in reading and writing.  He got 3s in everything else (4s in science and PE).  He got mostly Occasionally for all of the Effort items, and Rarely in Independent Work Skills.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Honestly, it was entirely expected.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But then there came the UNexpected.  A call from the school that Oldest was caught trying to shoplift a book from the bookfair.  When confronted, he lied about it.  Off to problem solving he goes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When I tried to talk with him about it this afternoon, he went into one of his self-deprecating, black moods.  He insisted that we just take everything away and that he was just going to go run away.  He tried to blame everything on his siblings.  I had to physically stop him from leaving.  His poor Middle Child was terrified and crying.  I finally got him to go upstairs, and after 30-40 minutes he cooled down some.  Eventually he came down and did his homework and helped with chores.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It’s terrifying, though.  I don’t know how we’re going to get through the next ten years.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403652473560282373-6488252371039807818?l=lifedeathandallbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifedeathandallbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/6488252371039807818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4403652473560282373&amp;postID=6488252371039807818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403652473560282373/posts/default/6488252371039807818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403652473560282373/posts/default/6488252371039807818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifedeathandallbetween.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-to-square-one.html' title='Back to square one'/><author><name>Jesella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16791358180929364068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4403652473560282373.post-1514995965786420847</id><published>2008-08-02T09:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T09:57:21.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old habits die hard</title><content type='html'>Ok, I suck.  I started this blog a YEAR ago and haven't posted.  Actually, there's a reason for that.  It was a much better year.  Not so much darkness. My ADDr had a great school year, with no medication.  His spelling and writing is still atrocious and I cringe and shudder when I think of him out in the workforce (but then remind myself the school system has another 9 years with him).  I don't think he had a single tantrum all year (and by tantrum I mean the horrible occasion where I'm forced to hold him down for up to an hour for fear he'll hurt himself... the scariest thing I've ever gone through, and we've been through many.  How's this kid going to cope as he gets old, I'd worry.  I'm still worried but encouraged that we got through a year without.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still worry about him daily.  I still worry about Middle Child, who had a fantastic year in Kindergarten and is much more studious than ADDr is but absolutely cannot control his body parts in so many situations.  I don't know what we're going to do with Darling Daughter either.  She is 3 and a half and writes her name (and Mommy and the beginnings of most of our family members), draws pictures that make sense, has a wonderful imagination.  She's going to be SO BORED when she starts school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, I was worried about being newly self employed.  God has provided.  I now have two employees and a personal coach.  I'm scared because I'm responsible for so much of our necessary income.  Things are going well, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still hoping to do more blogging here.  Somewhere I don't have my closest friends and family reading and judging.  Please bear with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403652473560282373-1514995965786420847?l=lifedeathandallbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifedeathandallbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/1514995965786420847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4403652473560282373&amp;postID=1514995965786420847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403652473560282373/posts/default/1514995965786420847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403652473560282373/posts/default/1514995965786420847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifedeathandallbetween.blogspot.com/2008/08/old-habits-die-hard.html' title='Old habits die hard'/><author><name>Jesella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16791358180929364068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4403652473560282373.post-6960028519354706680</id><published>2007-07-09T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T20:19:04.772-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beginnings'/><title type='text'>Beginnings</title><content type='html'>Well, this is the beginning.  The beginning of a new blog.  I have another one.  That's the one with my real name, my kid's pictures, and all of the superficial crap I'm willing to let my family members read about my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's different.  Yessirree Bob.  This one's about life with two ADHD boys.  And a daughter who blessedly doesn't display any symptoms (though the pessimist in me says 'yet').  And a growing inkling that they inherited ADD from.... ME.  Who would've thought it?  Certainly not me before a few months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this was just meant to be an introduction, not an opportunity to dwell in those recesses yet.  So to continue, this is about LIFE as it is, as it was, and as it may be in the future.  And I may share some of my stories (although they make little sense at this point).  Maybe just the themes.  Who knows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4403652473560282373-6960028519354706680?l=lifedeathandallbetween.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifedeathandallbetween.blogspot.com/feeds/6960028519354706680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4403652473560282373&amp;postID=6960028519354706680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403652473560282373/posts/default/6960028519354706680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4403652473560282373/posts/default/6960028519354706680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifedeathandallbetween.blogspot.com/2007/07/well-this-is-beginning.html' title='Beginnings'/><author><name>Jesella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16791358180929364068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
