Over the past week, Braxton has been doing some interesting things.
He thought I was crying and came to me saying "Don;t cry mommy", then he kissed me. Usually, he laughs when someone cries. Then the next day, he pretended to cry and put his head toward me. He wanted me to say "Don't cry Braxton" and hug him. To me, this was huge growth.
Another thing he has been doing is peeing on his bedroom floor:( Now, this is not so cool and I do not know where it is coming from. I told him if he does it again, I will take away TV time.
Otherwise, he is doing fine. We are working on a schedule to make things easier. The locksmith will be here today to give us an estimate on locks on all kitchen cabinets.
My daughter is doing well in school and is such a happy girl most of the time. My main problem at this time is finding ways to help her not feel so jealous of her brother. She keeps telling me she hates him. I try my best to explain his needs and capabilities are different from hers. I am beginning to feel that this goes deeper than that though. She cannot stand any of my attention on anyone or anything. If I even give the animals attention, she is mean to them. Her therapist seems to think all of her behaviors are just seen at home. I told her that is where we always are and she acts up wherever we are. If you put limits and boundaries down, she will fight back. It does not matter who you are.
I have been having to put limits and boundaries on her relationship with Sue, whom she calls grandma. When she goes for a visit with her, her behavior is horrid when she comes home. Sue seems to do whatever she is told by my daughter and she spends more time running and playing with her. I do not think this is so healthy at times. It really puts a strain on me. It has been several months since I have allowed my children to go to Sue's home even. Recently, I told Sue she could only take the kids to the park, instead of spending so much money on them. I hate having to feel like I have to compete for my daughter's affections. I am not able to give her all the attention she seems to feel she needs. It is like a bottomless pit that cannot be filled. If the truth be known, I actually spend more time with her, because Braxton is so much easier to care for.
Tonight, I will take my girl to karate. She is getting pretty good and I am so proud of her.
This last Saturday, we had the last barbecue of the year at my parent's home. It was very enjoyable. My dad and husband did the cooking. Of course, there was enough food to feed an army.
I play games with dad every morning via Skype and almost daily, I hear my mom asking him to clean the litter box. So, I made them a kitty litter cake. This was a huge hit and everyone was taking pictures, but nobody would eat it. It is a mixture of spice and white cake crumbled together , then vanilla pudding and crushed vanilla sandwich cookies mixed in. I made the poo out of softened tootsie rolls and put green food color in about 1/4 c of the cookies and sprinkled them on. My nephew, who is a vet, had to look twice and sniff and then asked em to make him one to take to work:) Now Braxton, knowing what the poo was, ate the ones off the side:)
He thought I was crying and came to me saying "Don;t cry mommy", then he kissed me. Usually, he laughs when someone cries. Then the next day, he pretended to cry and put his head toward me. He wanted me to say "Don't cry Braxton" and hug him. To me, this was huge growth.
Another thing he has been doing is peeing on his bedroom floor:( Now, this is not so cool and I do not know where it is coming from. I told him if he does it again, I will take away TV time.
Otherwise, he is doing fine. We are working on a schedule to make things easier. The locksmith will be here today to give us an estimate on locks on all kitchen cabinets.
My daughter is doing well in school and is such a happy girl most of the time. My main problem at this time is finding ways to help her not feel so jealous of her brother. She keeps telling me she hates him. I try my best to explain his needs and capabilities are different from hers. I am beginning to feel that this goes deeper than that though. She cannot stand any of my attention on anyone or anything. If I even give the animals attention, she is mean to them. Her therapist seems to think all of her behaviors are just seen at home. I told her that is where we always are and she acts up wherever we are. If you put limits and boundaries down, she will fight back. It does not matter who you are.
I have been having to put limits and boundaries on her relationship with Sue, whom she calls grandma. When she goes for a visit with her, her behavior is horrid when she comes home. Sue seems to do whatever she is told by my daughter and she spends more time running and playing with her. I do not think this is so healthy at times. It really puts a strain on me. It has been several months since I have allowed my children to go to Sue's home even. Recently, I told Sue she could only take the kids to the park, instead of spending so much money on them. I hate having to feel like I have to compete for my daughter's affections. I am not able to give her all the attention she seems to feel she needs. It is like a bottomless pit that cannot be filled. If the truth be known, I actually spend more time with her, because Braxton is so much easier to care for.
Tonight, I will take my girl to karate. She is getting pretty good and I am so proud of her.
This last Saturday, we had the last barbecue of the year at my parent's home. It was very enjoyable. My dad and husband did the cooking. Of course, there was enough food to feed an army.
I play games with dad every morning via Skype and almost daily, I hear my mom asking him to clean the litter box. So, I made them a kitty litter cake. This was a huge hit and everyone was taking pictures, but nobody would eat it. It is a mixture of spice and white cake crumbled together , then vanilla pudding and crushed vanilla sandwich cookies mixed in. I made the poo out of softened tootsie rolls and put green food color in about 1/4 c of the cookies and sprinkled them on. My nephew, who is a vet, had to look twice and sniff and then asked em to make him one to take to work:) Now Braxton, knowing what the poo was, ate the ones off the side:)
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