tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19908405603603454012024-08-28T08:17:29.443-07:00Stop anytime, Listen to understand, and Feel to connect. What kids have to teach us everyday.zimmiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11174804289191393774noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1990840560360345401.post-43882803762893278662014-04-21T01:45:00.002-07:002014-04-21T01:45:06.691-07:00

A friend of mine who owns a Mathnasium posted a link on the top 10 jobs in 2014, which had a mathematician as the number one job.  I told Timmy since he is always boasting about how he loves math and how good he is at it.   And he said;  "Yeah I could be a  mathmagician!"  http://blogs.wsj.com/atwork/2014/04/15/best-jobs-of-2014-congratulations-mathematicians/

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Kids teach us valuable lessons when we stop and listen, really listen and reflect and then ultimately apply it to our grown up lives.   Homework - schoolwork that a student is required to do at home.  It was the start of 6th grade and Timmy wasn't doing any home work at home.  He informed me that he didn't have to.  That he could finish it at school during work time or

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Timmy, now in year 5, usually calls me when he gets home from school everyday with the usual. Can I have ___ to eat? Today he added some philosophical talk, it went like this;      Mom, do you know the big thumb toe?  [yes]      and the little pinky toe?  [yes]     Well those three in the middle are awesome

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Timmy will be 9 in a couple of months.  I can't believe its been a whole year since he was diagnosed with ADHD.  He has been doing better in school since before the meds, but he is still my Timmy and the funniest things come out of his mouth.  Here are a couple I remember. His favourite saying spoken several times a week no matter what time of day; "chocolate is brain food"

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Has anyone seen the movie “Unstoppable” with Denzel Washington?  We went as a family this past weekend.  It’s a movie about a runaway train that is you guessed it - UNSTOPPABLE.  Timmy was too funny throughout the movie.  You could tell he was frustrated by the people in the movie by his gestures.  He would slap his knee with his hand and give a good ARGH sound.&

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As a family we spent this past 4th of July at the nursing home of Timmy's great grandma.  It was a great day - music, food and 4 generations of my husbands family. While we were around the table eating our celebration chicken, burgers, corn on the cob Timmy was focused on Granny.  Talking to her and holding her hand.  When her blended food came Timmy turns to Granny and

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                                                      Always              

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Coffee on a weekend morning - there is nothing like it.  The coffee aroma that seeps into the bedroom, the rush of caffeine the swirls in your head, and the social atmosphere and relaxation. Just the way I like it. I love weekends. Even my 8 year old Timmy knows how to make me a cuppa.  But sometimes he tries to make it better - in his mind. One time he thought

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While on holiday in America,Timmy's babysitter Sabina was telling a flashback Timmy story.  I had forgot all about it.  Now I have my blog to remember. It was early in the morning, the day after Halloween.  I had already gone to work (that would be about 5:30am to miss the traffic in Northern VA, yuck) and Sabina,who graciouslly came over the house in the dark,was

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Just got back from a holiday in the America.  Lots of recorded Timmy stories.  TIMMY SAID; "Santa Claus is real but the Simpsons aren't real because there are no yellow people.  There are black and white people and tan people, which are like white people." "Pasta and pizza baby!" A phrase said over and over again throughout the whole holiday with conviction.) "Do you know

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All those years since he was two I kept waiting for our Timmy to just grow out of it. I'm not sure I can explain but I felt I always had to; follow him around like a two year old to make sure he was understood guide him to a more appropriate way to handle a situation intervene quickly before a catastophe happens make sure other kids were not taking advantage of him make sure he wasn't doing

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How do you stop those annoying kid behaviours?  You know they can stop screaming in an instant.  You count them thats what you do. Well there is a right and wrong way to do the 1-2-3 count? Yes, I have been doing it all wrong all these years. I guess you can attribute it to the same outcome as when you played "telephone tag" as a child. You know the game where you have this big

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Timmy was excited about his 8th birthday party.  He invited 11 kids for a  party at the bowling alley - Cosmic Bowling with the disco ball, black lights, music and treasure hunt prizes.  He made his own invitations with bowling pins on the front, a shark on the back, and each kids named scrawled on the front. Come Friday, the night before the big day, there were

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Our nearly 8 year old started ADHD meds last week after 3 years of elimination diets, behavioural schemes & omega-3 supplements. These methods help a bit but there was always something that didn't allow him to focus. He was always in 5th gear and loving life but his school work was progressivly lagging and his classmates growing weary. But putting him on meds has given him a new look on

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Okay, so that is what they give a kid on ADHD. But it still does not change the fact that he is on speed. I suppose two negatives make a positive.  I felt like there should be drum rolls but instead there were only butterflies in my stomach. • Did we do the right thing? Will this help him? • Will this allow him to focus in school? He definitely is getting behind every day. • Will he have an

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You learn a lot from a kid who knows no boundaries.  Imposing on others is norm and opens up a world of opportunities that might not ever have surfaced.  We went camping this weekend to Ormiston Gorge in the Northern Territory of Australia.  With camping come close neighbors and with close neighbors come direct access to friends, at least in the eyes of a 7 year old.  It

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The rains brought heaps of grasshoppers to the desert. I got off work early one day and decided to pick up the boys from school.  After entering Timmys room I has pulled aside - I was getting that dreaded look. The look where I wish I was very very small and not there.  The teacher informed me that Timmy was being cruel to the grasshoppers and his classmates were getting upset. 

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A natural progression from having a email address (since age of 5) would be a Facebook account?  Wrong. I kind of knew that,  but hey I thought maybe it will help Timmy, my soon to be on ADHD medication nearly 8 year old son, with his reading and writing.  Okay the constant nagging and trying to get an account on his own and almost succeeding didn't help.  So I laid down the

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Well we finally endorsed THE letter. THE letter that spells out the past three years of Timmy's life. THE letter that has the words impulsivity, hyperactivity, and risk-taker. THE letter that allows us to go down the path of Timmy being an ADHD victim. THE letter that in a way gives some sort of explanation of Timmy. I remember when he was little playing on the play ground and I felt I had

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Timmy the magician shows how he can be in two places at one time.  It happens really, really quickly. Craig pulls into the driveway and spots Timmy on the roof.  Craig comes into the house, Timmy is in the shower. Then comes the look - the one where he tries to looked innocent, after all he was in the shower at the time. Oh yeah he tried to lie his way out of it.  Then painfully

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Timmy finally got presented his Bible from Living Waters Lutheran school, as did all the other year 3 kids.  He has been anticipating this event since the beginning of year 2.  When confronted with the question back in the last term of year 2 on whether or not he should stay behind in year 2 he replied:  "Probably".  Then he thought about it, changed his mind and said;&

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My husband and I exchanged "Timmy Stories" after work the other day and I went first. I was entering Timmys room that morning to wake him up for school and I smelled vomit.  His pillow was wet, but there were no chunks.  I looked around for the chunks - no chunks anywhere, just the smell.  The waking Timmy was rolling around and I hear this crinkling sound like that of a baby's

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I overheard a conversation that just explains everything about our Timmy, a 7 year old borderline ADHD kid. He had his little friend Christina over for a swim. They were playing some game that involved boogie boards and jumping in the pool. Timmy, perched on top of the pool ladders handles tells Christina; "go into the middle of the sea" Christina; "huh?" {we have a 15 foot round above ground

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Freeze frame - an image capturing a moment in a single instance. Its 6:10 am, Spongebob is shouting in the background; "got to make those crabby patties". Timmy, our border-line ADHD kid, fully dressed for school enters stage right from the kitchen. Spots me from the corner of his eye, freezes in mid-stride, with hands cupped together holding a volcano size mound of chocolate chips. With mouth

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BEFORE FIRST DAY AT SCHOOL Timmy; "I feel older today" Mom; "Why is that?" Timmy; "Cussss I'm going into 3rd grade" {jesh mom you should of known that} AFTER SCHOOL Mom; "Did you feel older all day" Timmy; "No, it was tooo easy" Check out this personalized product that brought occasional sanity to our family. http://www.thepersonalizedcup.com/

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