I did not persuade nor encourage my child to do math, that's totally against everything I believe.Something tells me he's beyond ready for kindergarten, and to think I was so worried about me doing this home school thing.
Showing posts with label random bossy boy thoughts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label random bossy boy thoughts. Show all posts
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Future Einstein
Most kids draw pictures with side walk chalk- rainbows, hearts, houses not my kid, he'd rather write words and do complex math problems.
I did not persuade nor encourage my child to do math, that's totally against everything I believe.
I did not persuade nor encourage my child to do math, that's totally against everything I believe.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Story Time
When we very first moved to North Texas late last year, my main mission was to get Bossy Boy socially active. Up to that point he had been in day care his entire 4 years of life, minus 4 months or so. I didn't want him to suddenly lose his socialization skills with kids his age..if he had any.
I first indoctrinated him to story time at the "lame library" in our town. (Obviously our little towns tax dollars aren't quite ample yet for gigantic shiny libraries with updated books.) He didn't want anything to do with it. Not the singing, not the story, nothing. He said it was the scary monsters and ghosts that were every where. It was the middle of October so I kind of let him slide on that one since there was that incident at the BBQ place. Can you tell he's just as bad as I am with the excuses?
From that point I had pretty much lamed out; even after discovering the gigantic shiny library in the next town over that had a massive story telling room. It was a "mystery" room to us since both him and I made up random excuses every week not to go.
I'm thinking he played off my anxiety of making up excuses and would think of his own excuses, and we just never went until today.
One of my lame excuses was I was afraid I'd have to drag him in there like a rag dog. Nobody wants to see that, besides this could be potential people I may meet (Look at me sounding like I'm looking for a mate.). So it was just easier to go and check out books and nothing else. I think his curiosity of this magical mystery room with the mural of If You Give A Mouse A Cookie on the wall, got the best of him. Although it took him some coaxing initially to go...he's seriously just like me when it comes to new situations. Once we get through that first hurdle, than we're gold Jerry..were golden. He got really excited once we got there.
Here's where I sorta have a point..not really but you know me.
Even though Bossyboy acts like a 4 year old, talks like a 4 year old (not really) and is 4. He always seems to be just one of the big boys. He plays the same video games as them, wants to do push ups with his big brothers, helps clean dog poop with the brothers and just wants to fit in and be one of the "big brothers".
When we entered this gallery of 3-5 year olds, I felt a bit overwhelmed. I was actually afraid he would come right out and tell me; "Mom this is lame, let's get out of here," while we were singing a revised version of I'm a little tea pot. But he didn't. He tried to sing what he knew and did some movements but didn't want me to force him to do any moves he didn't want to. I was ok with that. He sat in my lap the whole time and really enjoyed himself. Most of all he was allowed to just be 4 and he did not have to meet up to any big brother expectations. I realized this during the show and it almost made me want to cry. I was thinking that maybe we have pushed him to hard to be "big". The last thing I want right now is for this little boy to be big.
He is so ready to go next week.
btw: didn't we just have this conversation not so very long ago? yeah, my bad.
I first indoctrinated him to story time at the "lame library" in our town. (Obviously our little towns tax dollars aren't quite ample yet for gigantic shiny libraries with updated books.) He didn't want anything to do with it. Not the singing, not the story, nothing. He said it was the scary monsters and ghosts that were every where. It was the middle of October so I kind of let him slide on that one since there was that incident at the BBQ place. Can you tell he's just as bad as I am with the excuses?
From that point I had pretty much lamed out; even after discovering the gigantic shiny library in the next town over that had a massive story telling room. It was a "mystery" room to us since both him and I made up random excuses every week not to go.
I'm thinking he played off my anxiety of making up excuses and would think of his own excuses, and we just never went until today.
One of my lame excuses was I was afraid I'd have to drag him in there like a rag dog. Nobody wants to see that, besides this could be potential people I may meet (Look at me sounding like I'm looking for a mate.). So it was just easier to go and check out books and nothing else. I think his curiosity of this magical mystery room with the mural of If You Give A Mouse A Cookie on the wall, got the best of him. Although it took him some coaxing initially to go...he's seriously just like me when it comes to new situations. Once we get through that first hurdle, than we're gold Jerry..were golden. He got really excited once we got there.
Here's where I sorta have a point..not really but you know me.
Even though Bossyboy acts like a 4 year old, talks like a 4 year old (not really) and is 4. He always seems to be just one of the big boys. He plays the same video games as them, wants to do push ups with his big brothers, helps clean dog poop with the brothers and just wants to fit in and be one of the "big brothers".
When we entered this gallery of 3-5 year olds, I felt a bit overwhelmed. I was actually afraid he would come right out and tell me; "Mom this is lame, let's get out of here," while we were singing a revised version of I'm a little tea pot. But he didn't. He tried to sing what he knew and did some movements but didn't want me to force him to do any moves he didn't want to. I was ok with that. He sat in my lap the whole time and really enjoyed himself. Most of all he was allowed to just be 4 and he did not have to meet up to any big brother expectations. I realized this during the show and it almost made me want to cry. I was thinking that maybe we have pushed him to hard to be "big". The last thing I want right now is for this little boy to be big.
He is so ready to go next week.
btw: didn't we just have this conversation not so very long ago? yeah, my bad.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Good Guys Turned Bad..
Bossyboy and I are playing Stars Wars Lego minus computer and video gaming system. He made little ships with his Lego toys and gave me the daunting task of choosing which ship I want.
According to him, the following ships were my choices:
Good Guy Ship who's bad or Bad guy ship who is good.
That my friends has to be the most daunting choice I've ever had. You guys thought my Christmas Photo card choice was hard.
Now that I settled on the choice of Good Guy Ship that's bad, we're playing out a deadly fight scene and his ships have come to destroy my "universeary". What ever shall I do? Help me Obi Wan!
According to him, the following ships were my choices:
Good Guy Ship who's bad or Bad guy ship who is good.
That my friends has to be the most daunting choice I've ever had. You guys thought my Christmas Photo card choice was hard.
Now that I settled on the choice of Good Guy Ship that's bad, we're playing out a deadly fight scene and his ships have come to destroy my "universeary". What ever shall I do? Help me Obi Wan!
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