Highly Opinionated

When Samantha was born, both the midwife who helped me deliver her and Sam's pediatrician used the same phrase to describe her: highly opinionated.  Even though Adam and I didn't mind the idea of a highly opinionated child (in fact we bragged a bit!), we never saw it.  She seemed like a pretty average baby, and in some ways, pretty easy - sleeping through the night at 10 weeks and adapting to all kinds of new situations with relative ease.

I don't know what those experts could see in a newborn, but recently, their predictions have come true.  Sam has reached the developmental stage where she is asserting her own will.  This has been building for weeks, but she really hit her stride in the past week.  And as always, the biggest challenge of parenting, (given that you have some good basic principles) is keeping up with the changes.

Sam is using every trick in the book to get our attention or to see what she can get away with.  When I give her a two-option choice, she says, "A," and then as soon as I start to act on it, she says, "B."  By the time I realized that this was not cute, I had already accepted it as normal and it never hit me to change how I react. 

She has started to scream for hours most nights.  At first I thought it was nightmares and I would go in to comfort her, but we've been through this whole cycle before and the solution is always to stop going in. We stopped going in about 5 days ago and we had one quiet night, but now she's back to marathon crying.  I'm not sure how she has any voice left.

She started refusing to look at us when we talk, especially after a time-out when we'd talk to her about what she did wrong.  Adam actually made some good headway on this issue by giving her a series of about 20 time-outs until she looked at him when he talked.  But it's still a problem.

She's been crying wolf with the "boo-boos."  When brushing her teeth, she points to her mouth and says "boo-boo."  When she wants to delay putting on her coat just one more minute, she finds a bruise or scrape and says, "boo-boo."  And when all else fails, she hurts herself.  She'll fall out of a chair or run into something, and yesterday, she took hold of a table leg with both hands and slammed her forehead into it.  This was right after she tripped over the rug and banged her eye on Adam's elbow, which was right after a 45 minute time-out session where she threw herself out of the chair about 100 times, and just prior to puking up her first bite of dinner because she had been crying so long and hard she couldn't hold down food.

Because we've been moving, I haven't been able to keep up with these changes.  But Adam and I both knew we had to change something after this weekend, and after talking about it, we're going to crack down with the time-outs.  We were very consistent with using time-outs for hitting and she completely stopped that.  Since then, I've tried to use the time-out only for heinous behavior, but as her behavior has gotten worse, I've raised the standard of heinous for fear of giving too many time-outs.  This is not the way to do it.  There need to be firm standards for her behavior, and more time-outs will lead to less time-outs (I hope).  We've decided to give time-outs for:

• Any type of physical force: hitting, pushing, biting, etc.


• Not following instructions after a maximum of 2 repetitions plus one warning. 


• Screaming or yelling in response to a question after one warning to speak nicely.

We've also decided to renew our commitment to ignoring her when she gets hurt.  This is extremely difficult to do and I used to be very good at it.  But lately I've been trying to comfort her more since I worry about her being unsettled from the move.  WRONG.  As Adam pointed out, the best thing we can do to help her through the chaos of the move is to remain consistent.  And I'm scared enough by the head-banging to stop worrying about whether she needs a hug.

Another reason my efforts at discipline are degenerating is that I have not been clear on whether or not I should expect obedience from her.  Up until now, we've tried to mostly use distraction and playing games to get her to cooperate, so I haven't had to really face the issue of obedience - the dreaded, YOU MUST DO IT BECAUSE I SAID SO.  But at this age, Sam must obey.  We give her explanations and always speak to her with respect.  We do not bark orders at her.  We give her choices.  We give her time to process what we say and we give her warnings that a change will be coming up (3 more times down the slide then we leave the playground, etc.).  But there are no games or distractions that will get Sam to cooperate with a diaper change or put on her coat anymore if she decides not to.  Her whole purpose right now is to try NOT to do what we say, just to see if she can get away with it.  She knows when I'm weak or hesitant to give a time out, and that's when she tests me.  Still, I don't like the word, "obey."  Yesterday I coined the term, "listen and do."  Sam is now required to "listen and do," and when we talk to her about it, we explain how she needs to listen with her ears, understand with her mind, and do with her body.

I really have no idea if Samantha is any more opinionated than other children her age.  But I do know that if there is a difference, it's just a matter of degree.  This defiance is natural and necessary.  And it's our job as parents to guide her towards independence within boundaries.  Wish us luck!

Nora, The Piano Playing Cat

This is Nora.  Her servants are my aunt and uncle-in-law, Betsy and Burnell.  Betsy is a Suzuki Method piano teacher and has given us some great tips for fostering Samantha's love of the piano.  They also gave us Nora's book, which Sam absolutely loves.

You might find something a bit familiar about 36 seconds into the video.

 

 

A Little Thing

I'm wearing my contact lenses for the first time since I got that series of colds that lasted, I kid you not, 70 days.  Actually, I put the lenses in once when I thought I was getting better but I had to take them out after a couple of hours when the eye boogies took over.  What a relief to take off those glasses!  Soft contact lenses are definitely one of the blessings of our modern age. 

The concept of the contact lens was first proposed by none other than Leonardo da Vinci.  (What a great mind!)  Hard glass lenses were in use in the late 19th century, but I'm not sure by whom - it must have been torture to wear them.  It was in the 1940's that all-plastic lenses were invented, but they were still very uncomfortable.  The men we have to thank for today's modern lenses are Czechoslovakian chemist Otto Wichterle and his assistant, Dr. Drahoslav Lim.  They invented the lenses in the late fifties and some countries were using the product in the sixties, but of course, the FDA did not approve the hydrogel or "Softlens" material for use in the U.S. until 1971, when Bausch & Lomb introduced the first commercially available soft contact lens here.  Dr. Lim actually invented the soft, water absorbing plastic they used, hydroxyethyl methacrylate (HEMA).  Another great leap forward thanks to materials innovation! (Summarized from this, this and this.)

I'm sure many of you are thinking that the contact lens is old news and I should be writing about vision correction surgery.  But I write about the Little Things that are important to me, and I'm not a good candidate for LASIK or other corrective surgery since I only have one working eye and so no room for error.  Besides, I thought it was an interesting history.

Montessori Observations

I've now observed 4 Montessori schools.  The plan is for Samantha to start school next fall, which means I have to decide on a school and register her sometime between January and March.  Unfortunately, I've been at least a little bit disappointed with all the schools I've seen so far.  I've ruled out 2 schools, one of which ended up being too far away and one which was Montessori-lite and charged about 30% more than average to boot. 

Both of the others are acceptable.  They use Montessori materials and set up the classrooms attractively and properly.  The students at both schools acted independently, choosing their own work, focusing, and respecting the other children.  However, neither school has a true 3 hour work cycle.  Between the "occasional" Spanish class, art time, birthday parties, holiday celebrations, circle time, lunch time, and outside time, the time spent on the "work" of the Montessori method is fragmented.  At one school I also felt the classroom was too cramped and cluttered, and at the other, that the teachers were a bit too involved in the childrens' work.  Of course, both schools propagandize the kids with religion and environmentalism, but not to an extent that I would reject them. 

Today I found a school that I'm really excited about.  I'm going to observe the classroom on Monday.  This school actually explains and defends the 3 hour work cycle on its web site.  Pictures of the classrooms bode well.  It has reasonable tuition and no other glaring problems.  I've got a feeling about this one and I can't wait to see it.  It's so exciting to be working on this aspect of Samantha's future!

Mysteries

Here's another one:  Why do people use placemats?  Is it supposed to be easier to clean the placemat than the table?  I can understand a tablecloth, but only if you have an ugly table.  If it's a nice table, don't you want to see it?  This all seems to be one step away from covering your furniture in plastic.

A Little Thing

Now that we have 2 sinks in our master bathroom again, it's not ridiculous for me and my husband to each use our own favorite brand of toothpaste.

Mysteries

Does anybody iron their clothes anymore?  I've never ironed and yes, my clothes are wrinkled some of the time (but not often, thanks to this).  But, seriously, after sorting, washing, and drying clothes, does anyone really get out an ironing board and an iron, put water in it, wait for it to heat up, and spend multiple minutes per item making them just perfect, then folding or hanging?  And I've heard a rumor that some people actually iron their sheets!  What planet do they live on?