Re: (long) an amazing tale of what turned out to be a GOOD day!

March 31, 2003

That is just INCREDIBLE!!!!!!!! I'm SO happy about your day. They sure do

stun us sometimes, don't they??

WTG !

ellen

(long) an amazing tale of what turned out to be

a GOOD day!

Not at the doctor's office, of course.

I finally got him INTO the medical clinic by promising that if he was calm

and didn't scream, I'd take him to lunch anywhere he wanted. " TOttenham

Family Restaurant? " he asked. OK, sure. (a horrible cafetorium, but if it

got him in there...)

In the office, he was reluctant to drop his drawers, but he did. He

allowed her to touch him - twice. Then he shoved his penis between his

legs, twisted his legs into a pretty impressive double helix, and

steadfastly refused to open up. After ten minutes of trying to cajole him,

I told him I was going to count to ten and then I was going to restrain him.

I coulnted; I restrained him. He screamed, twisted, kicked, yelled, cried,

and made himself impossible to access. Dr gave up, I gave up, and he

skittered like a crab across the floor and hid himself under the exam table,

pants still around his knees.

She said she saw no redness or sign of irriation, although she obviously

was unable to do a throrough examination. She suggested applying desitin or

something like that as a sort of placebo and see what happens.

I wish she HAD found something, because otherwise I guess we're coming at

this from a sensory perspective, which is never as easy as a medical

approach. LOL. As for the circ question, she says he seems perfectly

healthy at this time in that regard.

So after she left and crab boy emerged from his den, he asked me, " Was I

good? Did I cry? Do we get lunch? "

" Well, " I said, " You only screamed and cried AFTER I grabbed you, so that

was MY fault. We're going to lunch. "

:YAY! "

So we hopped in the car and headed to Tottenham Family REstaurant. Horror

of horrors -- it is CLOSED on Mondays. Expecting a meltdown, I said, " Well,

we can go to KFC, or the Cedar Kitchen... " indicating a restaurant across

the street that has never been to.

" LET'S GO TO THE CEDAR KITCHEN, " he sang out happily. " I've never been to

the Cedar Kitchen! Let's go there! "

WHAT? He wanted to go somewhere he

has never ever been before? And this AFTER what happened at the doctor's

office? What gives, autie boy?

Happily seated at the Cedar Kitchen at a table overlooking main street, he

perused th echildren's menu. Looking for chicken fingers, of course, the

only thing he has ordered in a restaurant as long as he's been alive. He

found chicken fingers. He ORDERED dollar pancakes.

WHAT?

He ate 'em. All of 'em. He opened up the syrup container and dipped em

in like chicken nuggets into sauce, but he ate every last one of them,

loudly voicing his appreciation the whole time.

While doing this, he grabbed my pen and drew pictures of every cast member

of spongebob squarepants. Then we had an arguement about the number 236500

printed on the side of a truck outside the window. " It's 23 thousand, 65

hundred, " he insisted. So finally I took the pen and mapped out the big

numbers...100, 1000, 10,000, 100,000, 999,999, and 1,000,000. " Oh...he

said, it's 236 thousand, 5 hundred! " It was a bonding moment, however

bizarre that might sound.

Then it was time to take him to school. So we went, and sat in the car

for a few minutes while he finished a kitkat. Snow was swirling all around,

and on his chosen station Def Leppard came on. yuk. So I switched it to

the classical music station and announced, " music to watch the snow by. " He

leaned over and turned it up. We sat in silence watching the snow til his

kitkat was gone and the music was over, then went into school.

After getting the late slip and all that, we went to meet his class as

they came in from recess. At the door of the classroom I reported the dr's

findings to his EA and the teacher, and then looked over the EA's shoulder

to see my son in a three-way hug with a little boy and a little girl who,

apparently, have missed him since last Wednesday.

A THREE WAY HUG.

As I left, I hugged that three way hug and told them all goodbye and have

a great afternoon, with the biggest goofiest smile on my face.

All in all, a DAMN good day.

Jacquie

March 31, 2003

Yes, Jacquie, a damn fine day. I am smiling a goofy grin with you too.

Maggie

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March 31, 2003

Grin... i love it when kids make total liars of you (NOT!)

I spent all last summeer worrying like mad about Moo starting playgroup

- on the day i had everyone primed, a babysitter for bubs, i was lal

ready to stay all morning.. she walked in without a word, sat on the rug

and never looked back!

And as for last night - i sat up with her for ages while she coughed and

gasped, i kept my cool for ages thinking it really didn't sound like

asthma but i didn't know what the problem was,; eventually i lost my

cool cos she seemed hardly able to breathe... drove 7 miles at 2am to

the emergency docs - on arrival - one cured child! I felt like making

her run home behind the car!!!!!!

Still - it turned out she has croup - i've only ever heard of that in

anne of green gables books....

Glad you had a good day anyway - i love it when it works out - even if

it does make me wonder if i am actually going nuts...

I got served notice on my rented house today... not so good

merry

xxx

>

> (long) an amazing tale of what turned out

> to be

> a GOOD day!

>

> Not at the doctor's office, of course.

>

> I finally got him INTO the medical clinic by promising that if he

> was calm

> and didn't scream, I'd take him to lunch anywhere he wanted. " TOttenham

> Family Restaurant? " he asked. OK, sure. (a horrible cafetorium, but

> if it

> got him in there...)

>

> In the office, he was reluctant to drop his drawers, but he did. He

> allowed her to touch him - twice. Then he shoved his penis between his

> legs, twisted his legs into a pretty impressive double helix, and

> steadfastly refused to open up. After ten minutes of trying to cajole

> him,

> I told him I was going to count to ten and then I was going to

> restrain him.

> I coulnted; I restrained him. He screamed, twisted, kicked, yelled,

> cried,

> and made himself impossible to access. Dr gave up, I gave up, and he

> skittered like a crab across the floor and hid himself under the exam

> table,

> pants still around his knees.

>

> She said she saw no redness or sign of irriation, although she obviously

> was unable to do a throrough examination. She suggested applying

> desitin or

> something like that as a sort of placebo and see what happens.

>

> I wish she HAD found something, because otherwise I guess we're

> coming at

> this from a sensory perspective, which is never as easy as a medical

> approach. LOL. As for the circ question, she says he seems perfectly

> healthy at this time in that regard.

>

> So after she left and crab boy emerged from his den, he asked me, " Was I

> good? Did I cry? Do we get lunch? "

>

> " Well, " I said, " You only screamed and cried AFTER I grabbed you, so

> that

> was MY fault. We're going to lunch. "

>

> :YAY! "

>

> So we hopped in the car and headed to Tottenham Family REstaurant.

> Horror

> of horrors -- it is CLOSED on Mondays. Expecting a meltdown, I said,

> " Well,

> we can go to KFC, or the Cedar Kitchen... " indicating a restaurant across

> the street that has never been to.

>

> " LET'S GO TO THE CEDAR KITCHEN, " he sang out happily. " I've never

> been to

> the Cedar Kitchen! Let's go there! "

>

> WHAT? He wanted to go somewhere he

> has never ever been before? And this AFTER what happened at the doctor's

> office? What gives, autie boy?

>

> Happily seated at the Cedar Kitchen at a table overlooking main

> street, he

> perused th echildren's menu. Looking for chicken fingers, of course, the

> only thing he has ordered in a restaurant as long as he's been alive. He

> found chicken fingers. He ORDERED dollar pancakes.

>

> WHAT?

>

> He ate 'em. All of 'em. He opened up the syrup container and dipped em

> in like chicken nuggets into sauce, but he ate every last one of them,

> loudly voicing his appreciation the whole time.

>

> While doing this, he grabbed my pen and drew pictures of every cast

> member

> of spongebob squarepants. Then we had an arguement about the number

> 236500

> printed on the side of a truck outside the window. " It's 23 thousand, 65

> hundred, " he insisted. So finally I took the pen and mapped out the big

> numbers...100, 1000, 10,000, 100,000, 999,999, and 1,000,000. " Oh...he

> said, it's 236 thousand, 5 hundred! " It was a bonding moment, however

> bizarre that might sound.

>

> Then it was time to take him to school. So we went, and sat in the car

> for a few minutes while he finished a kitkat. Snow was swirling all

> around,

> and on his chosen station Def Leppard came on. yuk. So I switched it to

> the classical music station and announced, " music to watch the snow

> by. " He

> leaned over and turned it up. We sat in silence watching the snow til his

> kitkat was gone and the music was over, then went into school.

>

> After getting the late slip and all that, we went to meet his class as

> they came in from recess. At the door of the classroom I reported the

> dr's

> findings to his EA and the teacher, and then looked over the EA's shoulder

> to see my son in a three-way hug with a little boy and a little girl who,

> apparently, have missed him since last Wednesday.

>

> A THREE WAY HUG.

>

> As I left, I hugged that three way hug and told them all goodbye and

> have

> a great afternoon, with the biggest goofiest smile on my face.

>

> All in all, a DAMN good day.

>

> Jacquie

>

March 31, 2003

This is just awesome!!! I love it when they do better than you expected..but

then you get all built up for the next time, lol

Missy in Alabama

-wife, mother,organic gardener, writer, homesteader and dreamer

(long) an amazing tale of what turned out to be a

GOOD day!

Not at the doctor's office, of course.

I finally got him INTO the medical clinic by promising that if he was calm and

didn't scream, I'd take him to lunch anywhere he wanted. " TOttenham Family

Restaurant? " he asked. OK, sure. (a horrible cafetorium, but if it got him in

there...)

In the office, he was reluctant to drop his drawers, but he did. He allowed

her to touch him - twice. Then he shoved his penis between his legs, twisted

his legs into a pretty impressive double helix, and steadfastly refused to open

up. After ten minutes of trying to cajole him, I told him I was going to count

to ten and then I was going to restrain him. I coulnted; I restrained him. He

screamed, twisted, kicked, yelled, cried, and made himself impossible to access.

Dr gave up, I gave up, and he skittered like a crab across the floor and hid

himself under the exam table, pants still around his knees.

She said she saw no redness or sign of irriation, although she obviously was

unable to do a throrough examination. She suggested applying desitin or

something like that as a sort of placebo and see what happens.

I wish she HAD found something, because otherwise I guess we're coming at this

from a sensory perspective, which is never as easy as a medical approach. LOL.

As for the circ question, she says he seems perfectly healthy at this time in

that regard.

So after she left and crab boy emerged from his den, he asked me, " Was I good?

Did I cry? Do we get lunch? "

" Well, " I said, " You only screamed and cried AFTER I grabbed you, so that was

MY fault. We're going to lunch. "

:YAY! "

So we hopped in the car and headed to Tottenham Family REstaurant. Horror of

horrors -- it is CLOSED on Mondays. Expecting a meltdown, I said, " Well, we can

go to KFC, or the Cedar Kitchen... " indicating a restaurant across the street

that has never been to.

" LET'S GO TO THE CEDAR KITCHEN, " he sang out happily. " I've never been to the

Cedar Kitchen! Let's go there! "

WHAT? He wanted to go somewhere he has

never ever been before? And this AFTER what happened at the doctor's office?

What gives, autie boy?

Happily seated at the Cedar Kitchen at a table overlooking main street, he

perused th echildren's menu. Looking for chicken fingers, of course, the only

thing he has ordered in a restaurant as long as he's been alive. He found

chicken fingers. He ORDERED dollar pancakes.

WHAT?

He ate 'em. All of 'em. He opened up the syrup container and dipped em in

like chicken nuggets into sauce, but he ate every last one of them, loudly

voicing his appreciation the whole time.

While doing this, he grabbed my pen and drew pictures of every cast member of

spongebob squarepants. Then we had an arguement about the number 236500 printed

on the side of a truck outside the window. " It's 23 thousand, 65 hundred, " he

insisted. So finally I took the pen and mapped out the big numbers...100, 1000,

10,000, 100,000, 999,999, and 1,000,000. " Oh...he said, it's 236 thousand, 5

hundred! " It was a bonding moment, however bizarre that might sound.

Then it was time to take him to school. So we went, and sat in the car for a

few minutes while he finished a kitkat. Snow was swirling all around, and on

his chosen station Def Leppard came on. yuk. So I switched it to the classical

music station and announced, " music to watch the snow by. " He leaned over and

turned it up. We sat in silence watching the snow til his kitkat was gone and

the music was over, then went into school.

After getting the late slip and all that, we went to meet his class as they

came in from recess. At the door of the classroom I reported the dr's findings

to his EA and the teacher, and then looked over the EA's shoulder to see my son

in a three-way hug with a little boy and a little girl who, apparently, have

missed him since last Wednesday.

A THREE WAY HUG.

As I left, I hugged that three way hug and told them all goodbye and have a

great afternoon, with the biggest goofiest smile on my face.

All in all, a DAMN good day.

Jacquie

March 31, 2003