Wednesday I took Ben and Logan to story time at the library at 11:00. Within three minutes they had discovered the electrical outlets in the floor (covered), the trash can in the corner, and the metal strip near the large window that made a loud noise when you stomped on it. We left at 11:05. We checked out some books and I let Ben run around the commons, which the large window overlooked. While Ben was running around I could see all the other kids inside sitting quietly for story time. Not that Benny.
Wednesday night was Girls Night. Thank goodness, because I needed it. We all met at Pallino in Issaquah and gabbed and gabbed. Luckily we were the only ones in there, about 20 of us. The two male employees had to kick us out at closing (nine–we are party animals), and we were still chattering away. I talked for a long time to Amy Brinkerhoff, who is about five years ahead of me (her kids are ages 6 to 14) and was hanging on her every word. She is a fantastic mom, and at the same time… she doesn’t have a Ben.
Oh, Ben. I don’t know what I’m going to do with this kid. He speaks non-stop, and every word out of his mouth is either wonderful (“I love you!”), brilliant (I’m having trouble coming up with an example, but trust me, there’s some high-level reasoning and manipulation going on there), or horrible (“You’re stupid.”) Lately, we’ve been getting a lot of the horrible. The kid sounds like a bratty teenager. “Mom, that’s so lame.” “Duh!” “I hate this.” I am at a complete loss of what to do. I’ve tried time-outs, reasoning, modeling, praising the good behavior, popping his mouth, and ignoring him. I’m thinking duct tape might be next. Or Life Buoy soap.
Luckily, he gets to start two mornings a week of school. It’s not enough, but it’s the best we can do at this point. We visited his school Thursday, where he decorated a birthday crown. While the other kids were daintily applying glue and sprinkling glitter from shakers, Ben simply unscrewed both the glue and glitter shakers to make his crown very, very sparkly. Then, while the other kids were playing trains, or dress-up, Ben was walking around the periphery of the room, seeing what was in boxes, bins, and cabinets not necessarily meant to be played with. I’m sure his teachers will quickly learn his MO.
|Logan usually wakes up from his nap before Ben, and gets so excited when we go in his room.
He yells, “Buh!” and crawls into bed with sleepy Ben.
|Ben takes his books very seriously.|