We bought new kitchen chairs today. Our old ones were grubby and starting to wobble, and I kind of like to update them now and then. So we bought these:
I called my sofa manufacturer about a new slipcover, too -- our old one is looking sad, and the frame has a lifetime warranty and the cushions are still in good shape, so it made sense to me to just get a new cover, right? Only I found out that a new slipcover from the manufacturer would cost as much as an ENTIRE NEW SOFA. Seriously, on the phone the saleslady was pricing new sofas and telling me I could even order custom fabric for it, and it would be less than a new slipcover for my existing sofa.
I'm still shaking my head. Can you say, custom slip cover??? I can!
All these little things are to help get the house ready for our next step -- listing it for either sale or rent, depending on how the market looks. Ugh.
Last week I met with the specialists at school again about my oldest. After being assessed by a counselor, a psychiatrist, and our pediatrician, we've decided to work on a 504 plan for him for anxiety. We have family history of anxiety problems, and it's been flagged by all 3 of those professionals as an issue. The school will help write the 504, which is a way to outline what steps can/should be taken to help him manage his anxiety so he can learn. Having a time-out, for example, where he can go to the counselor's office for 5 minutes for some quiet. Or having a comfort object of some sort. Under advice from the psychiatrist, we decided to try a low dose of medication, too, and it's helping. I'm no pro, but I was diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder myself once upon a time, and I remember how emotional and out of control I felt. Imagine being 8, relatively powerless, and having the same problem. While we're working on other coping skills (PMR, good self-talk, etc.), the meds help keep him from getting so overwhelmed.
He's feeling better already, too -- he's been more confident and outgoing this month. He says he's having fewer 'tantrums' at school (his word for sudden crying jags). He still struggles sometimes with focus, but has been more willing to attempt his work at school. He even asked for the 3rd grade homework one day last week and did a good job of tackling it on his own.
He got into trouble for obsessing over origami, though. He was hiding paper under his legs and folding origami yodas instead of doing math. I think his teacher finally nipped it when she let him show the whole class how to make a classic 5-fold origami yoda. His learning doesn't seem to be suffering too much, thank goodness. His math scores are back on top, his reading is still good, his handwriting is better, and while his spelling is still rough, even that seems to be improving. We'll take the 504 with us to the new school district and, fingers crossed, it'll help smooth the transition for everyone.
He made up a multiple-choice test for us this afternoon, asking us what was first on earth -- DNA, bacteria, dinosaurs, or humans (I guessed bacteria - he said nope, DNA cells). We also had an interesting discussion about Bel's occassional tantrums and how hard it is sometimes to do what you need to when you really don't want to, regardless of age. Last but not least, we talked about menu items for when grandma visits, and he wants to have salad with dinner one evening so he can show her he's eating lettuce now (I give full credit for that one to Miss Leslie at day care - thanks Leslie!).
Leaps and bounds, that's how things seem to go. One minute you're struggling to get a kid to learn multiplication tables, the next he's schooling you on evolution.