Shmutzie and a couple others have declared today The Great Mofo Delurk 2007 day, which kind of amuses me. So if you're inclined, please delurk today and comment on the blogs you read. I promise, bloggers everywhere will think you're the coolest and tell their friends and families about this awesome commenter who said the funniest/sweetest/most interesting thing the other day.
This is also my 500th post. Yay me! In honor of the occasion, I'm going to do something a little different: I'm going to recount a story about my kids.
Since Todd started his new job, I've been handling the daycare drop-off. It hasn't gone smoothly. When I finally extricate myself, peeling a kid off each leg, there's much sturm und drang, gnashing of teeth and flailing on the floor. I usually leave the kids in tears, and I'm in tears myself.
Nylonthread gave me a great strategy for getting out the door. I ask Thea and Liam how many hugs and kisses they want, and then tell them to blow me more kisses from the window while I walk to my car.
It sounds simple, but it has worked like a freaking dream. No more tantrums, just happy kisses and hugs and a "Bye-bye, Mommy, see you tonight!" Thank blog. Other parents doing the drop-off were actually saying to me, "What's going on? They never freak out like this!" What can I say? They're upset because I don't know what I'm doing and have handled everything badly. There, happy now?
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
This is my 500th post; delurk today!
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ok i don't know what delurk is cuz i am tragically unhip to today's computer/blogging slang. but Happy 500th Post my dear!!!!!
ah yes, delurk. of course, now i remember. i'm a dork. : - )
Delurk is obliquely related to decloak, as in, "Captain, the Romulan War Bird is decloaking!"
Also, giving kids choices (how many kisses before leaving), and making THEM decide how they react, helps turn off the scary WTF-is-happening endorphins in their tiny brains. It doesn't change the situation so much as alter the perception of it.
Like when we'd have to give Rosie her meds and she'd clamp her mouth shut, I'd say, "Okay, you can either get it in the mouth or in the butt!" And she'd be like, "Not in my butt!" And then she'd take her meds.
aha, i thought i was a dork. then you come along with your decloaking comment. oh wait, but i got it so i guess i'm still a dork.
When I taught preschool we had the kids who had trouble separating "push Mommy out the door." The silliness of it usually derailed the tantrum and made everyone giggle.
yay on the 500th! break out a bottle.
i suck at dropoff. i mean, out-and-out suck at it. BS is soooo much better. i am soooo grateful that daycare was at his office. he handled the lion's share of all of that. as you can see, i am more than making up for it now at elementary school.
i'm dreaming of the day when i can convince BC to take the bus...
::not holding my breath::
thanks for the advice! I'm going to drop Amy off @ the bar while I go work out this evening. I'll try the blowing kisses thing & let you know how it went!
You know, there's probably not a person on the planet who hasn't had a disparaging thought about a parent whose kids are melting down.
But what kind of asshat actually ever says them outloud?
And what kind of moron doesn't realize that one day, if they're really, really lucky, they'll be in the same (or similar) position themselves.
:P on jerks, says I.
I refuse to delurk. You do not see me. You do not hear me.wi
Happy 500th Post!!! :) Wooooohoooooooo!
As for the strategy -- by god I'm filing that tidbit for future reference.
That's brilliant!
happy delurk day!
BOO! That's me delurking from the bushes. But, I refuse to remove my trench coat and oversized sunglasses.
Happy 500th!
Hey, I'm sooo happy that the strategy worked out! Anything to make your day a better one, delicate flower!
There are still days when we hand the kids to the teacher and then bolt out the door, serenaded by screams though -- they're just much less frequent.
That's awesome. I never figured out how to get them to stop freaking out, so I just had to wait for them to outgrow it. Those were some long freakin' years, let me tell you. And now that they're in 5th and 7th grades, I'm working at home! Oh, the irony . . .
Happy 500th, too!
Happy Day After Delurking Day! (Should be a week. next year...)
Thanks for stopping by the Fruit Basket! Thought I'd return the de-lurking favor & happy 500th post!
the fruitfemme
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