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And then, the good day and the understanding doctor

18 Dec

It seems lately, every time there’s a note or call from school, it’s because Maura’s being an obnoxious brat (my words, not the school’s!)  Her teachers have been so good about it all, nothing but understanding.

So yesterday, when I noticed I missed a call from the school but there was no voice mail, I may have panicked.  I called Josh and asked if the school called him.

They did.

He also totally cringed when he saw the school’s number pop up.

But the teacher called to say that Maura was having the best day of the school year so far, she was being fantastic, and whatever we were doing at home, keep it up because it was working.

We did move her bedtime back a little more (originally it was at 9 pm, then 8:30, now we’re shooting for 8 pm.)  But more importantly, Maura pooped.  She pooped a LOT.  I’m pretty sure I could hear the toilet weeping as Josh spent way too much time having to plunge it.

Yes, TMI.  But also, our reality.

When Maura got off the bus, she was still in the Best Mood Ever! I was banking on this great mood for when I took her to the chiropractor to get some orthotics for her shoes.  Since Maura has graduated to just needing a little something in her shoes to keep her arches up, this was the easiest solution (not to mention cheaper, because to get orthotics through the children’s hospital means paying the $250 facility fee for each visit so she can get something just like what the chiropractor can order.)

My chiropractor’s office is awesome.  Maura’s been with me a couple times (and refuses to get adjusted but we’re working on that) so knows it’s a pretty friendly place.  And after our bummer of a neurologist visit the day before, I was really hoping for a more positive experience with Maura and a doctor.

Of course it was.  Maura was at her best, and the chiropractor worked perfectly with her, starting with “Hey Maura, can I get a hug?”  Maura loves to give out hugs, but she’s been taught that not every single person should get a hug, so when she meets someone, she’ll stick out her hand for a handshake.  Needless to say, she was happy to give the doctor a hug.  He showed her the little platform she’d have to stand on, and Maura decided to get dramatic.

“I’m scared!” she said, shivering and hugging herself.

Now, as Maura’s mom, I could tell she was playing the drama card.  So I did laugh a little.  The doctor however was more sympathetic, and showed her how it all worked.  She tried getting on, then took a step back again.  He was patient and explained things again.  I got on, and we showed her how it just took pictures of her feet, and how they showed up on the computer. Maura was now keen to get pictures of her feet and gingerly stepped up on the platform.  She followed his directions, placing her feet just so.  Her feet were scanned.  There were high fives and more hugs and promises of cocoa.  She waved goodbye to everyone, with a “Goodbye Doctor!” to the chiropractor who took all the time needed to listen to her and help her understand things while also following my cues.

I told Maura that she had been very brave and how we were going to go to Starbuck’s next.

Of course, when we got in the car, the song “Moves Like Jagger” came on, and I had to sit in the car trying not to laugh as Maura sang along with the whole dang song!  I’m not quite sure how she knows the whole tune, it’s not a song on constant rotation here.  But there she was, singing along, belting out the word “moo-o-O-o-oves” in the back seat.

Proving, yet again, that she is full of surprises still.

Happy freaking Friday

12 Dec share_square

Maura got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.  Her sister didn’t wake up on time either, so missed her own bus.  Josh drove Miriam to school, which caused Maura to flip out and go into brat mode.

The bus pulled up and Maura refused to get on.  Forget that, she refused to get within ten feet of it.  Instead, she threw a hissy fit and pulled away from me and ran back towards the house.

My choice was either wrestle her onto the bus or let her miss it.  I slept funny on my shoulder last night, so my neck and shoulder are all kinked up. She probably smelled my weakness and used that as an advantage.  I couldn’t physically get her on the bus without doing myself harm.

So I told the bus to go on without her.

Maura watched it leave and got quiet.

I think she finally caught the clue train.

She stood there processing what had happened.  “The bus isn’t coming back Maura.” I let her know.

“Oh no.”

“So, how are you going to get to school now?” I asked.

She stared down the road, thinking.  No more screaming hissy fits.  She is aware most of the time when she crosses a line. She has never not gotten on the bus before, never watched it leave without her.  Today suddenly became a learning experience, and she learned the consequences of missing the bus.

After a few moments of standing there in silence, she looked at me and said quietly, “Sorry.”

Josh pulled into the driveway and saw us there.  I explained what happened.  She got a stern talking to from her father about getting on the bus, then we guided her in asking us for a ride to school.  We drove her up there, walked her in, and she quietly behaved.

Of course, as soon as the aide tried to take her to class, she went into stubborn mode again, squatting down, refusing to walk with her.  The aide waved us on our way.

As we left the school, Josh said “We have to make sure we get them really nice Christmas gifts.”

I’m thinking gift certificates to a winery.  Or a margarita machine for the break room.  Those are appropriate, right?

My (tall) clone – #tbt

11 Dec

(in case you’re not sure what #tbt means, it means “throw back thursday”, where you post something from the past…carry on with your new knowledge…)

I posted a pic of my brothers and me, all Christmas 1975-ish, wee children that we were, and there was a slew of “OMG, Maura is your clone!” comments.

I never really got why people thought she looked SO much like me, until for my birthday, my mom sent me this photo…


…and I stood there, looking at the photo (which is a little fuzzy) wondering when my mom took a photo of Maura…in a tent…wait, we didn’t have a tent like that…and why is Maura wearing a Vassar shirt…wait, I had that shirt as a kid…wait, that is ME!

But you can see why I was thrown by this photo.


Yes, there is no denying that Maura is my child. But I never saw the striking resemblance until I mistook a photo of myself for Maura, lol!  Now, there will be no denying that anymore!


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