(Not to dog Henry's teacher, but...) She always referred to it as "story writer", then when I asked for more info she told me that it's called "pro writer by Don Johnson company."
Upon further searching it appears to be called Co:Writer, put out by Don JohnsTon Inc.
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It was time to start watching for the bus this morning. Henry wanted to watch the next show on PBS (Curious George). Thomas, who had been pretending to be a baby all morning: crawling and speaking his big boy version of baby talk (everything starts with a G, like goo goo), was now not a baby anymore, but a big boy who was doing all sorts of pretend surf and skateboard tricks in the living room. Some of the tricks involved banging into me and his brother.
I was worried that Henry's morning would start off badly if his brother pissed him off, so I asked Tommy to stop being so wild. Then I asked him 3 more times. Then I screamed YOU ARE NOT BEING A GOOD LISTENER! I'VE ASKED YOU OVER AND OVER TO STOP BEING SO WILD AND YOU ARE NOT LISTENING TO ME! GO TO YOUR ROOM!
And thus, in the attempt to ensure that Henry had a good morning, I ironically ruined his morning instead. He was angry and crying when I put him on the bus, and wouldn't give me a hug or kiss- wouldn't even look at me, as a matter of fact. I've been mother to this kid for over 8 years now. Why do I still get it so wrong some days?
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Ouch! Sometimes it's just a no-win situation. Fortunately, I think, they have short memories and usually forgive fairly quickly. Hope that turns out to be the case today! :-)
Oh, give yourself a break. We're still human. Plus, we're supposed to give our kids something to say, "I'll never do that to my kids" about. It's in the rulebook. ;-)
I know it's little consolation but For 2 years I had to physically carry Leo onto the bus screaming and strap him into the Velcro restraint. some days were slightly less tortuous than others but he's never overcome that vehicle thing. I know it's not the same as what you are desribing but the feeling of 'failure' and 'what if' or 'how else' is teh same - sorry it's a bit garbled [tired] but I didn't want to leave without commenting.
Best wishes and here's to better days.
This is my calling card or link"Whittereronautism"until blogger comments get themselves sorted out.
We are aloud to discipline our kids. I know you feel bad, I do too when I get mad at the kids. But sometimes we need to raise our voices a little. Whenever I yell at Brian, Andrew always makes the saddest face. It kills me, but I have been even raising my voice to him lately when he is doing something he shouldn't and he understands. Don't feel bad we are all doing the best we can.
Don Johnson? Like Miami Vice?
Gosh I wish we were neighbors! I have been feeling that way this past week as well.
We do the best we can and pray for better days, happier days for the kiddos.
Hang in there, we are all here for you!
"And thus, in the attempt to ensure that Henry had a good morning, I ironically ruined his morning instead."
I can't tell you how many times I have felt this exact same way and then proceeded to beat myself up over it for a good portion of the morning.
Thankfully we get to do (or not do)it all over the next day, right?
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