Guest guest Posted March 31, 2003 Report Share Posted 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 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 31, 2003 Report Share Posted March 31, 2003 Yes, Jacquie, a damn fine day. I am smiling a goofy grin with you too. Maggie ________________________________________________________________ Sign Up for Juno Platinum Internet Access Today Only $9.95 per month! Visit www.juno.com Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 31, 2003 Report Share Posted 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 > > > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 31, 2003 Report Share Posted 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 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 31, 2003 Report Share Posted 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 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 31, 2003 Report Share Posted 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 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 31, 2003 Report Share Posted March 31, 2003 and on his chosen station Def Leppard came on. yuk. DID YOU YUCK ON DEF LEPPARD???? I know you didn't yuck on def leppard You couldn't have. That would be sacrilegious. Sorry he didn't get his penis examined, but yay for your good day. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted April 1, 2003 Report Share Posted April 1, 2003 Now that's a day you want to keep forever. Tuna :') >>>>>>>>>>>>> > 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 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ===== mom to: , 8, ASD , 4, NT Normal is just a setting on the washing machine. - Whoopi Goldberg ______________________________________________________________________ Post your free ad now! http://personals.yahoo.ca Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted April 4, 2003 Report Share Posted April 4, 2003 I think that's just awesome!! Who knows what triggers these things in our kids. hehe, just remember. Don't expect it to happen again for a while. LOL! ellen Re: (long) an amazing tale of what turned out to be a GOOD day! > >>>>>>>> > 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? > <<<<<<<< > > Different restaurant. Different food. > But that's just the thing! We've been to LOTS of different restaurants (well, " lots " is a relative term) and he has ALWAYS ordered chicken nuggets or chicken fingers. Nothing else. EVER. No matter how different the restaurant or food! I was SO shocked. Jacquie Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted April 4, 2003 Report Share Posted April 4, 2003 I think that's just awesome!! Who knows what triggers these things in our kids. hehe, just remember. Don't expect it to happen again for a while. LOL! ellen Re: (long) an amazing tale of what turned out to be a GOOD day! > >>>>>>>> > 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? > <<<<<<<< > > Different restaurant. Different food. > But that's just the thing! We've been to LOTS of different restaurants (well, " lots " is a relative term) and he has ALWAYS ordered chicken nuggets or chicken fingers. Nothing else. EVER. No matter how different the restaurant or food! I was SO shocked. Jacquie Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted April 4, 2003 Report Share Posted April 4, 2003 I think that's just awesome!! Who knows what triggers these things in our kids. hehe, just remember. Don't expect it to happen again for a while. LOL! ellen Re: (long) an amazing tale of what turned out to be a GOOD day! > >>>>>>>> > 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? > <<<<<<<< > > Different restaurant. Different food. > But that's just the thing! We've been to LOTS of different restaurants (well, " lots " is a relative term) and he has ALWAYS ordered chicken nuggets or chicken fingers. Nothing else. EVER. No matter how different the restaurant or food! I was SO shocked. Jacquie Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted April 9, 2003 Report Share Posted April 9, 2003 > 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. > Just found this! What a great ending for a day that had you pretty worried. Sorry about the penis mystery though. Nice to have had it solved. Salli Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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