I had a talk with the inclusion specialist at Cassidy’s school today.
I’m not entirely sure of what all an inclusion specialist does but she basically monitors the needs of all the special education students and supervises the paras (aides) who work one-on-one with those students.
She met me in the parent pick-up area immediately after school.
She wanted to tell me how much better Cassidy has gotten about that whole swallowing and expelling of air thing.
And as she said it I celebrated to myself quietly, savoring this one small thing.
Until.
Until she went on to tell me that one bad habit has replaced another.
What now?
She spits. Like a llama.
She spits when she’s mad or when she’s in need of attention. She spits when someone has scolded her or when someone praises her.
She spits a lot.
This did not come as a surprise to me. Seeing as how time outs at home have resulted in a fair number of loogies being hurled.
If loogie mass was a Special Olympic sport my little champion would make her Mama proud.
Distance, well, she’s got room for improvement there. Her motto seems to be quantity over quality.
You can imagine how proud I am when I go to the school and the staff looks up to greet the mom of the spitting, burping, farting girl.
Yes. I still show my face.
Depending upon which habit materializes to replace this one though I may have to go into hiding.
I hear Tibet is nice this time of year.
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You should totally send that idea in to Anna Dewdney. I can just hear my baby reciting it now…
“Llama Llama Red Pajama spits saliva at his mama. Mama washes out her hair, Mama Llama starts to swear.
Mama Llama takes too long. Baby Llama sings a song.
Baby Llamas getting bored while silly mama changes clothes. So little llama spits on his toes.
Mama Llama brings dry socks. Baby Llama spits on blocks.
Mama Llamas getting mad. Mama Llamas getting sad. Baby Llama spits on dad. ”
Clearly, I am the Weird Al of children’s books. Either that or it is way too late for me to be awake.
Oh, man, I kind of gave a little chuckle when you said the “mom of the spitting, burping, farting girl…” No advice here… Just a pat on the back for encouragement! Hang in there…
Oh no! Maybe Torri can come up with something clever for the spitting issue? ;) And remember, you may be the mom of the spitting, burping, farting girl, but none of those office workers knows how much you have overcome with that pint-sized pixie face, so walk into that office proud, my friend!
OH! And your reader Jessica is quite talented!
You are a great mom! Your my hero! God Bless! I love the title too! God Bless and have a great day….
I can’t decide which is worse – calling everyone ‘big butt’ or spitting…
Oy – just when we think we have them figured out. Great title – we love those books.
I prefer to be “big butt” than to be spit on, and I’m sure Mr. Geoff would agree. At least you have funny stories to share, right?
From what I have read so far, you are a generous, caring, devoted and encouraging mother. Keep that head up and put one foot in front of another. Have a great day!
I, too, love the title and the post from Jessica. It gave me a little morning chuckle.
Oh no. If only she could fart silently. That way, no one would notice and the spitting could go away!
Good luck. And Tibet isn’t all that bad this time of year I think!
Oh dear. I think I may rather be spit on, depending on how well I knew the spitee.
Next trick …. “pull my finger!” Bet Jeff has done that one on her a few times!
i’m feeling for you really, but i’m also laughing just a little bit.
OMGOSH that is crazy! I love how you make it so humorous…cause I would be laughing…even though I understand to them it is a BIG issue! :) It’s still funny…