Thursday, March 31, 2011

Monty-man

This is Monty, or Monty-man as we often call him. Isn't he cute?




Well, this sweet little boy is not nearly as sweet as you'd think. Of course, he CAN be very sweet, he is creative, loving, can be very funny, and I do love him with all my heart, but he is a difficult child.
He was always difficult as a matter of fact, from the moment he was born a month early. The day we took him home from the hospital he started screaming bloody murder - he had colic, he had acid reflux, he was lactose intolerant... He screamed and screamed and only relaxed some if you held him. Probably because of that it took him years to learn to sleep in his own bed. Where other kids just scream for a while when you put them in their bed by themselves for the first time, and then get the message within a day or two, that never worked for Monty. He screamed for hours on end till he got himself worked up in such hysterics that he seemed to be choking. Years and years of working on getting him to go to sleep on his own.
And then don't even get me started on the potty-traning stories, which could easily fill various books.
Now that he is six, almost seven, it is getting more obvious that he is just a little different. He frequently comes home from school saying that other kids were mean to him, and that he doesn't have any friends. But then when you ask the teacher, or when i see him play with other kids, he seems like just any other kid with tons of friends. But evidently his perception is that everyone is mean to him.
When we go to school in the morning, he always wants to park his bike directly next to Stoney's bike. But usually Stoney gets there a few minutes earlier, because Monty is just slow in a lot of things, and another child has already parked their bike next to Stoney's. And every morning Monty has a meltdown, because someone took "his" spot. And life is not fair because he wanted to park his bike at that spot.
The same when he hangs his coat up at school, he wants a specific spot and it has to be that spot.

And then the temper tantrums... oh the temper tantrums...

And then there is the fact of his school work. His 1st grade teacher has done a lot of complaining about him. She said: "in all my years of teaching i have never seen a child that cannot be motivated by any form of reward or punishment."
Other then Stoney, who will do just about anything for a bribe, Monty is not sensetive to that at all. "You don't get desert if you don't make your homework." And he shakes his head and says: "Nah, i don't want desert." We have occasions where we worked with him for an hour to get twenty simple math problems done, whereas the next day he did twenty more problems in seven minutes. When he doesn't want to do something, he just doesn't want to do something.

Another comment in his most recent report card. "Even though he is always last to finish his work, he does seem to understand all the things being taught, which is surprising, since he never seems to pay any attention."
There is a pediatric service attached to the school and one of the doctors is going to do some test with him to see if there is something that they can diagnose. Maybe he has some behavior disorder. But then again, maybe he is just the way he is. He is just Monty.



Oh Monty... on n'est pas sortie de l'auberge.... Either way, I am sure there will be many more years of interesting and challenging moments to come.



Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Nothing to say

It was high time to take the Christmas tree down i still had up on the blog. Unfortunately i must say that i do not have anything fun or interesting to say tonight. So i am going with a brief synopsis of the past two months, as in, things most frequently heard in our house.

  • Put your boots on.
  • Do you have homework?
  • I don't want to go to school today
  • I am thirsty for milk
  • I don't want to go to bed
  • Why are you yelling? You are sitting right next to me
  • Monty did it
  • Stoney did it
  • I don't want to get dressed
  • Where are your mittens?
  • I don't want to go kaka
  • It is time to get up boys
  • focus on your homework please!
  • I don't want to eat potatoes
  • Your bike is the last to get out Monty, just like every other day
  • I am scared mommy, can I sleep in your bed?
  • I don't want to go to bed
  • Who's turn is it to say the prayer?

And also in the category of things heard most in our house:
I love you!

Monday, December 27, 2010

I am dreaming of a white Christmas...


And sometimes dreams come true! Whoop-di-doo!
It had been snowing all week but we got a ton of snow on the 24th. The boys still had half day of school that day, and they were not lucky enough that it got canceled. No buses rode that day and most people just stayed home. 8 to 10 inches is no laughingstock for a country that own about two snow plows. LOL.


I came home from bringing the boys to school (because my office was closed, snicker, snicker) and thought: why is it so dark in the living room? Well, because the sky light was covered in snow.


I'd like to say that we had a very peaceful and nice Christmas, but unfortunately there was an awful lot of "it is my turn to open a present!" "Monty won't show me what he's got!" "It's not fair, he got two in a row."
After all that, moments we are going to treasure for years to come i am sure, we took pictures.

The boys, and Leland, got ninja warrior headbands from Grandma and Grandpa, which went well with the bows and arrows they got from us. Stoney is actually happy in this picture, this is just his "i am cool look"



(there has been a lot of "watch out, there is an arrow coming")


The big present they got for Christmas was this fancy-smency loop-di-loop race track. Santa got it second hand from some people at church, but the kids don't need to know that :-) As to be expected with a track like this, cars were crashing left and right. But they had a great time




Inevitable there comes a point on Christmas day that the kids need to blow of steam and get out of the house, and since he had all this snow outside anyway...


We came across strange messages in the snow.

And a gigantic Christmas tree


Monty was being a crouch and insisted on carrying these big chunks of snow everywhere.


Stoney had a lot of fun though. But after several crashes we went home.













Tuesday, December 21, 2010

winter



Happy birthday to Stoney, no he is not high, he is just into making silly faces lately.







We have an unusual amount of snow for Belgium. The country is running out of salt already, and winter is just starting. We got about 7 inches I guess. The boys went to school by sled the other day. (occasionally even we give up on riding a bicycle). No delayed openings here, let alone school closings, no matter how much snow there falls, school opens as scheduled.



Not in a chatty mood tonight, so i am just posting some winter pictures.






Monday, November 29, 2010

thankfulness




This is the time of year we proclaim the things we are thankful for, so here it goes

Category 1 > the things that most people (including me) list when they mention things to be thankful for:

  • My savior Jesus Christ
  • My children
  • My husband
  • My family in general
  • The relative good health of most of my family
  • The (general) happiness of my children
  • A warm house to live in
  • A job
  • Food to eat


Category 2 > other, very random things I thankful for:


  • The shipment of our stuff that arrived
  • Toilet paper
  • Indoor plumming (who wants to visit an outhouse in the winter?)
  • Chocolate
  • Sturdy, comfortable shoes
  • Central heating
  • Naps
  • The book of Job
  • Trees
  • Days without back pain
  • Bicycle lights
  • The power of prayer
  • Blue skies
  • My children's laughter
  • Birds singing at daybreak or sunset
  • Days that the kids do not wet their beds

On a completly different note: We got the first snow of the year. In the morning before school, the boys dashed out into the yard to 'experience the snow'. They intended to make a snowman, never mind there was barely enough snow to make snow balls...

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Shipment of Stuff


It's finally here. After we have been living in Belgium for over three years a lot of our belongings that were still in the US have finally arrived. (not that the shipment took three years, we didn't get it shipped till a couple of months ago - long story.
So now our house looks like this:




It's a disaster, but for once i do not care and am a happy camper even though everything is out of place. We have our pictures, our books, some kids' toys, The desk chiar that Leland says will be passed down in his 'last will and testament', my grandma's carved trunk, the beautiful dresser my parents bought for us, Leland's swords.... Wait, wait back up. Swords? Yes indeed. Leland collects swords. He doesn't have a ton. Only about seven or eight, but they are cool to have. The boys just think their dad is the coolest ever with his sword collection. But, got to say, had a heck of a time explaining it to the costom's officials in England where the shipment first came into Europe.
One of the swords was actually my grandfather's. He was an officer in the Dutch-East-Indies army, a long, long time ago.
The boys had to pose with his officer's hat and sword.






Now we will have to see how long it will take to sort this all out.

Saturday, November 6, 2010

Puke

It was fall break for the boys, and they went to their Oma and Opa's house for a couple of days. And Oma, kind soul that she is, has had to deal with many things in the category "gross" in the past. there has been puking in the car do to car sickness, there have been multiple poopy pants... This time Stoney pulled a new one. (well, a variation of an old theme really) Oma took the kids to the movie theater to watch this cute kids movie of a little girl who is a witch. Well, just when the little witch accidently transformed a cloud into a dragon, Stoney suddenly started puking his guts out. He was covered from head to toe (and got part of Oma too) No one in the theater noticed somehow, and Oma wanted to take Stoney out to clean him up and probably go home, but no. Stoney didn't want to miss any part of the movie and refused to go to the bathrooms to get cleaned up. Oma resorted to get a bundle of paper towels and cleaned up as good as she could in the dark. The plan was to take the bus home from the theater, but since Stoney was covered in puke, she opted to call opa who came to get them by car. Unfortunately Stoney got sick in the car again and threw up again...

After this minor glitch the rest of the stay went well. They spend some time with cousin Thijmen.



They also made bird feeders (that is probably not the right word, what do you call the greasy balls you hang in the tree for birds to eat in winter time? ) with aunt Nicky. I know it looks like an icecream cone - it's not. Stoney does not look like he is enjoying it too much, but at least he didn't throw up again. And he liked the end result.