Showing posts with label Ellie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ellie. Show all posts

Friday, October 22, 2010

The evil ADHD


She's so cute isn't she!
I love her to pieces and am never truly angry with her. She is very mild-mannered, always wants to please, and is the peacemaker in our home.
So if I'm going to vent a frustration, here it is--the evil, skulking, ever-lurking-in-our-lives ADHD!
Now I'm not saying Ellie has ADHD. Perhaps I'm in denial. I'm not ready to have her tested, medicated or labeled with it yet. Let's just say the tendency is there--and I would like to banish ADHD from ever rearing it's ugly head in the vicinity of our home again!
This afternoon, I picked Ellie up from school and she informed me that when she opened up her backpack, her homework was not in it--but that the teacher would give her (some) credit, if she turned it in Monday. This is homework that she worked and slaved all week on with me by her side. I of course asked the oh so useless question, "well, why isn't it in your backpack?!"
She replied, "I thought it was in my backpack."
This is not the first time this has happened--or even the second or third. This is a constant struggle! When we got home and started looking for it, we found it on the floor of her room--all stapled together, ready to turn in, signed, sealed, but not delivered.
I can picture the scene. Paul helps her staple the papers together, hands it to her and watches her walk toward her room to put it into her backpack before leaving this morning. She gets to her room, is distracted by some toy, the bracelet she's wearing, or something outside the bedroom window; she sets the papers down and continues on her path of distraction until Paul calls her saying it's time to go. She grabs her backpack--without having put the papers in it--and they head to school.
I know, I know, you're sitting there saying, "she's eight, it's normal, it could happen to anyone." But all the time??????? I ask her put her jacket away. I watch her pick it up and head toward the coat rack. I turn to finish what I am doing. When I look back a moment later, the jacket is on the floor again maybe six feet closer to the coat rack and Ellie is browsing the books on the bookshelf. This may be repeated as many as 4 or 5 times before she can complete the task without being sidetracked. These occurances are happening several times a day!
Getting the homework from the desk to the backpack and then to school is a daily battle that I fear I am losing more often than not. Ellie is not a defiant child, nor does she argue with me about doing homework or other tasks--she is simply highly distractable, like most of her siblings and father before her who have been diagnosed with the unmentionable.
Still I'm holding out some hope that this is a stage she will outgrow...please, please, please!!!

Tuesday, April 7, 2009


One child.








That's all I had after 7:30 this morning to spend time with, talk to and get ready for school. Oh, Ellie was thrilled! Thrilled that she had Mommy all to herself for over an hour before leaving for school. But it causes me quite a bit of reflection about life and how fast time passes.

April 2000




Daniel--Class of 2009


Graduating this year



Holly--Class of 2010


Taking Driver's Ed and preparing for an internship for next year.





Emily--Class of 2014


My child most recently turned teenager!




Madelyn--Class of 2017


Recently reached a double-digit birthday!


And Ellie!

Ellie--Class of 2020

1st grader extraordinaire!

In a few minutes I'll take her to school and watch her scamper off to play happily with her friends. And, as my mind takes a picture, perhaps for a moment, time will stand still...

Monday, November 3, 2008

Fashion Day

We live in a home in which there is a lot of activity centered on "doing hair," "accessorizing," and "lip gloss." Most days the girls wear jeans and sweatshirts with tennis shoes because they have P.E. all but one day a week--that doesn't stop the hair-do's, accessorizing or lip gloss but puts a damper on my skirt-loving daughters' choice of attire.

This morning as the girls were getting ready, Ellie called out excitedly, "Mom, tomorrow is 'fashion' day!"

"What is fashion day?" I asked, picturing hours of curling or straightening hair, elaborate accessorizing and toning down the layers of lip gloss and nail polish.

"Oh, well tomorrow, I don't have P.E.!" she exclaimed.

So now school days are distinguished by "P.E. day" and "fashion day."