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Téa
15 January 2009 @ 01:21 am
The challenge was taken for Lee x Tenten. Because there just isn't enough love for them out there ♥


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Téa
11 January 2009 @ 07:46 pm
I figured it's about time I shortened my profile on ff.net. So here's where I'm going to post a guide to all my fics. Mind you, these are only the completed ones, the ones that are still in progress will still be posted there until I finally finish them.

Long list is looooooooooooooong. )
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Téa
23 November 2008 @ 03:09 am
Oh man, I keep forgetting that I need to make a post for the [info]naruto_wishlist comm, so that whoever's doing my gift knows what I like ^__^

Alright, so let me just say that I LOVE LEETEN LIKE THERE'S NO TOMORROW! No seriously, if you really, really, REALLY want to make me happy, doing LeeTen for me will like, make my entire month. Not day, not week, but MONTH. I will be so happy and thrilled and excited and...um...you get the point ^^;

Anyway, I really love angst when it comes to this pairing. I know that they don't seem like the angst-y type of pairing, but honestly, I'm so tired of looking at happy, fluffy art, that I'd really like to see something a bit more serious.

I also tend to like sexual tension more than angst XD so a picture of Lee with Tenten up against the wall about to kiss her, or kissing her, would be like, SO awesome. Or even something more original then that. Anything that has emotion in it, the kind that you feel what's happening just by looking at the picture would really make my day week MONTH.

I would give a link to some pieces, but unfortunately, art like that is too few and far between T__T

As for SasoSaku, anything with this pairing goes. I also like angst for this pair, and again, anything with emotion in it is so loved. It doesn't have to be shippy, per se, they could be fighting, staring each other down, even trying to kill each other XD but you know, it should feel almost like it's alive ^^

NaruHina I would really like something original for that. A manga page would be very, very loved <3 I actually like humor better for these two, believe it or not XD if only because I've had my fill of angst fics/art and I'd like to see something funny. Something like Naruto trying to romance her in front of Hiashi would be HILARIOUS. I just don't think there's enough art/fics/comics out there like that! XD

I hope I'm not being too specific or picky, really, just make sure to have fun with whatever you decide to do <3 ^^
 
 
Téa
18 July 2008 @ 02:39 pm
I left a comment on a post, and someone responded to it. When I clicked the link to respond to it, I got the following message:

This comment is screened and you have no permissions to see it or reply to it.

Sounds kind of paradoxical if I got an email and actually read it >__> hm..I supppose stranger things have happened.
 
 
Téa
10 June 2008 @ 10:46 pm
I noticed that I seem to update my journal on my birthday, and usually not before then. If I hadn't made that entry on Nov. 6th about the shipping wars, then this would've marked a full year since my last entry XD

well, anyway, yesterday I was sitting in the living room with my mom and dad, when I asked my dad if he knows what the date is. My dad's like, "let me think" and then he says, "oh yeah, it's June 9th."

So I'm like, "right, and?"

My dad draws a complete blank. "And what?"

"What's tomorrow?"

"June 10th."

"AND?"

"And the day after is June 11th. Anything special?"

I couldn't figure out if he was joking, or if he was being serious. Most likely the latter, since my dad's not the type to joke like that. Then my mom's like, "Tomorrow's her birthday. That's what she's trying to hint to you."

So, of course, in usual parental-harrasment style, my dad starts clapping his hands and singing "Happy Birthday to you" while my mom joins in. And I'm like, "Stop it! Stop it!"

So my mom's like, "Why? Isn't this what you wanted?"

"NO!"

Well, at least it wasn't like last year, with the cake and everything.

Anyway, so then I asked my mom what she got me for my birthday, and she said she bought me a cake. A cheesecake, actually.

So I told her, "no, you didn't buy the cheesecake for me, you bought the cheesecake cause our entire family likes cheesecake."

Which, was true. And don't worry, half of it was already gone.

So my mom asked me what I wanted her to buy me, since she's going away tomorrow to Israel and all. And, of course, she starts throwing out ideas.

"Jewelery, rocks, a husband..."

To which I proceeded to bang my fists against my brain cause my mom never misses an opportunity to hint that she wants me to get married and give her grankids. Which then got her started on the topic of marriage altogether.

So while she launched into the whole, "Make mom and dad happy and give them grandkids" shpiel, I mentally wondered if this happens to every person when they reach a certain age and they're still living at home, or if it's just me.

So I gave her my infamous answers.

"You know mom, even if I were to get married tonight, you'd still have to wait another nine months before I'd have a kid."

Which ticked my mom off, cause it always does. I'm just happy she didn't think to remind me that I said that nine months ago XD

Anyway, so today I officially turned...well, I'm not telling you how old I turned. Suffice it to say that I don't think it really matters how old I get, cause people still seem to think I'm fourteen.

I was staying in a hotel in April for a week, and I befriended a family there that had three adorable children. Of course, being that I'm a total sap when it comes to kids, I started playing with them, and tickeling them, etc. and the parents saw that her kids weren't scared of me or anything, asked me if I'd mind babystitting one night while I was here. So I told her it wasn't a problem.

So I babysat. It was a bit of a hard time getting the kids into bed and all, but at the end of the hour, they were all sleeping soundly. The parents were glad, I got paid, and we all went home happy. A few days later, I was in the dining room getting a drink from the bar (no, not alchohol, I hate that stuff) and I struck up conversation with the mom. She asked me out of curiosity how old I was cause I was there on my own, and when I told her she just STARED at me.

Then she told her husband and his eyes POPPED. And they're both like, "Whaat?! We thought you were like fourteen, in eighth grade or something!"

and of course, "it's a compliment."

I suppose I'll appreciate it when I'm fifty and people will tell me I look like I'm sixteen, but until then, I'm not appreciating it in the least bit.

Anyway, I managed to pass the day without getting humiliated by my parents even once, which is quite a feat, considering what they did the last couple of years. Actually, no one remembered it at all, not even my really close friend, even though I even mentioned today was June 10th, and it didn't ring a bell. She's bad at remembering dates anyway, so I forgive her, though my little sister should've had the courtesy to email me, and I know she's reading this journal, so I'm waiting to hear her excuse.

I got a bunch of random emails from different sites I don't even remember signing up for wishing me a happy birthday. That was kind of nice.

Anyway, the point of a birthday isn't the amount of presents or emails you get, I don't like birthdays as much as I used to. Looking back at the year, I don't think I changed all that much. Well, I've changed, quite a lot, but it's not necessarily in the best way. I kind of feel like I wasted a lot of time doing nothing, and that an entire year of my life passed without it leaving an impact on me.

Which brings me to my decision. I'm leaving deviantART. In fact, I'm leaving all online communities/websites that I often post at.

No, this isn't some rash grab for attention or anything like that. I've been grappeling with this decision for the last two years.

I've been really torn between wanting to move on with my life, and wanting to stay in my comfort zone. I love being on this website, and all other places like DH, LJ, fanfiction.net, but I spend so much time on them that I almost feel like a slave to the computer.

It's not a matter of spending less time on the internet or things like that, I can do that anyday. It's...I can't explain it. It's like I'm reading things that I don't neccessarily want to read, and hearing things that I don't want to hear, or seeing things that I wouldn't want to see.

It's hard to explain, so if you think I'm crazy, well, maybe I am. But try to accept my decision for what it is, because this isn't something that I'm rushing into on spur of the moment. I've given it a lot of thought, and after weighing my options, I decided that, for now, this is the best thing for me to do.

I won't delete any of my deviations or accounts on other sites or things like that. They'll stay up, but as far as being active, my accounts will remain empty.

Please don't ask me to stay or re-think my decision. Not that I'm expecting people to miss me, but, well, don't make it harder than it already is.

I'll still be on places like LJ till the end of the month because I have to wrap up some things, such as a new layout I promised to one comm, and I'm going to be finishing up the stories that I have in-progress on fanfiction.net...because I know the frustration of not having a story updated when you want to know what happens next.

Lastly, to the people of the Avatar fandom, I hope you guys know that I truly enjoyed my time while I was there. Despite the shipping wars which can drive a person up the wall, and make you want to smash your head repeatedly against a brick wall, you guys are all awesome.

~Téa
 
 
Téa
04 June 2008 @ 11:16 pm
I've been watching waaay too much Justice League x___x



Gunshots filled the air, as plumes of smoke spiraled towards the sky.

"This is Aviator618, we've got the files, but the enemy's found us, we're currently under fire!"

"What's the situation?"

"Not good, they've already captured two of us, Pristinia and Takerfell."

"Then what are you waiting for?! Get the hell out of there!"

"Negative, we're surrounded from all sides, we need backup!"

"Why the hell did you wait this long to ask?"

"Thought we could handle it on our own."

Maline banged her fist on the control center. "Erica you idiot! If you don't get out of there alive, the next time I see you I'm going to personally hand you your-"

"Sorry, what? I can't hear you over the enemy fire!"

Maline pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to calculate a course of action. "How long can you hold them off on your own?"

"Not sure, Mark and Cyrus are doing a good job, but I don't know how much more juice the Zutara X90 has left in it!"

"Estimated Kataangers surrounding you?"

"Oh, I say a good 30 and more still coming."

"Alright, I'm sending Star10 and Beepo to get you guys in the Kazu jet. Do your best to hold out until they arrive!"

"Gotcha, over and out."

Maline quickly issued the order to the said Zutarians before letting out a sigh.

"Erica again?"

Maline didn't even turn around. "Some of these rookies are so reckless! This was supposed to be a simple job, break into Kataang Headquarters, steal the files on the project they've been working on, and leave without getting caught! They couldn't do that?!"

Before the person could answer, a voice came over the communicator.

"This is Star10, we've got them!"

"Beepo here, they've got the files too, as an added bonus!"

Maline let out a sigh of relief, as the person she had been talking to before answered.

"Sara here, is Erica with you?"

"She is."

"Let her know that we'll be expecting an explanation once you guys get here, so she better think up something good."

They could here Erica groaning in the background just before the line was cleared.

-----

"It was an ambush! The Kataangers were ready for us, I swear!"

Maline's expression remained stony and impassive, waiting for her to go on.

"Just look at these files!" Erica held them out. "They're fake! All of them!"

Sara took the folder and flipped it open. Her brows knitted together as she read the information inside.

"She's right, it is a fake. The Kataangers knew we were coming."

Maline glanced at Sara before glancing back the rookie in front of her. "When did you realize it was a trap?"

"About 10 minutes into the mission."

"And you waited another fifteen minutes before calling for backup?!"

"I-"

"Two of our own were captured! Who knows what the Kataangers are going to do to them! But let me guess, you thought you could handle it, right?"

Erica crossed her arms, looking defiant. "Yes, I did. And...I was wrong. I'm sorry."

Maline felt like she was about to explode. "Sorry?! Is that all you have to say?! What if the Kataangers would have decided to dispose of all of you, then what? Would you still be saying sorry at your own funeral?!"

Sara laid a hand on Maline's shoulder. Her friend glanced at her, then back at Erica.

"You will head back to your room now and await my orders. Until then, no more missions, is that understood, Aviator618?"

"Yes," Erica replied. As she walked away she added quietly to herself, "your royal, stuck up, pain in the-"

"What was that you said?"

Erica cringed. "Nothing, oh great commander."

"Let her go," Sara said as she flipped through the fake files. "I'm sure she learned her lesson."

"I doubt it," Maline sighed as she rubbed her forehead. "This is exactly why I don't like sending her on missions, she's too confident in herself."

"That's not such a bad thing you know."

"It is when lives are at risk! Knowing when your beaten is just as important as knowing you can win. I wonder what they're teaching kids in school these days, because that seems to be slipping between the cracks of Important-Stuff-To-Know-When-You're-In-The-Real-World. And why are you still looking through that rubbish? If it's a fake, then it has no useful information inside."

"One man's trash is another man's treasure."

"Right. Have fun digging then."

"Whoa, one high-strung lady in the house. What happened, did someone accidentally set the Zu-zuts on fire again?"

"Shut up, Ryan, and get out of here. Now."

"Ignore her, Erica just got to her again," Sara replied, inspecting a page under the florescent light.

"Ah, the hot little chicka with the attitude, hm? I think she's kind of cute, what do you say?"

"I say you can go burn," Maline answered.

"Yeah, but I wasn't asking you," Ryan grinned, as he watched Maline get increasingly ticked off.

"I'd watch it if I were you," Sara warned. "We just lost two members to the Kataangians, and Erica was giving her a lot of attitude about it. Take her earlier advice and shut up."

"Sure, but are we on for tonight?"

Sara adjusted her glasses. "Ryan, the only time we'll ever be 'on' for anything is if Hell froze over and we somehow ended up on a mission together. Otherwise, you've got your dreams to keep you company."

"Oh, believe me, my dreams keep me plenty company."

Sara closed her eyes in irritation for a moment, before replacing the paper back in the manila folder, and tucking it under her arm.

"Maline, I'm going to be doing my 'digging' in my room, where it's quiet and there are no annoying wasps buzzing around."

With that, she left through the door, shutting it just a little too hard on her way out.

Ryan grinned as Maline rolled her eyes. "Why don't you just leave her alone?"

"Because she's cute when she gets all ticked off."

"Right. I think I'm going to get a coffee, keep an eye on things around here."

"Roger that."

Maline grabbed her jacket and keys. "Thanks. Want anything?"

"Nah, just watch out for any Kataangers, T6810."

Maline smiled for the first time that day. "Got it, JJ."










omg, I have like no idea where this came from D:

I think the shipping wars are finally getting to me. dunno. don't ask.

o, and I didn't make up the term "Zu-zuts" that's by marvel26 on DH.

ummmmmmm............I don't know if I'll write more, but I had to get this out of my system.
 
 
Téa
29 February 2008 @ 02:57 pm
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Improved luck or victory over a specific set of deterring circumstances.
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Encouraging growth of the psychic self.
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Hope, improved insight and perspective.
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Personal change aimed toward the conscious mind.
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Improving personal convictions and resolutions.
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Energy directed toward transformations which may have seemed impossible.
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Téa
29 February 2008 @ 01:49 pm
You know, I have so many fics/challenges I have to write, I wonder why I keep doing this to myself.

[info]2x5obsessions Because everyone is a fan...
Author: [info]kaibasgirl
Fandom: Candyland
Claim: Queen Frostine x Count Licorice
1. Unsettled ashes
2. Come as you are
3. A silver chain
4. When everything's made to be broken
5. Midnight tea
Progress: 0/5
[info]2x5obsessions Because everyone is a fan...
Author: [info]kaibasgirl
Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh!
Claim: Marik Ishtar x Serenity Wheeler
1. Ruins at dusk
2. Lowered lashes
3. An empty room full of sound
4. Shadow dance
5. All that is left
Progress: 0/5


hm...this is surprising, nothing a:tla XD

I'll claim those once I'm done these ;D
 
 
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Téa
21 January 2008 @ 11:58 pm
It's so interesting, that no matter how old you get, and how much you think you know, there's still always something you can learn from someone else. In my case, it was a four-year-old.

I took a job in the afternoon babysitting for two kids ages 2 and 4. Their mother's laid up in bed, not sure what exactly is wrong, but I didn't think it was my place to ask.

Anyway, since it was my job to entertain them, we played with legos. And after they got tired of that, we cracked out the play dough. Man, I haven't touched playdough in years. I forgot how much fun it could be.

So as I was sitting there, reconnecting with my inner-child, the four-year-old was looking through the little booklet that came with the package, and in there was a picture of a rainbow made with playdough, complete with fluffy white clouds on each end of the arch.

When he saw that, he immediately asked if we could make it. I told him "sure, but we don't have any white playdough"

To which he responded,

"So we'll make the clouds pink. I like pink clouds."

I don't know, that line just sort of...struck me, and had me gaping at him for two-three seconds before I answered, "Okay, but are you sure you want to make them pink?"

and without hesitating, he answered in the affirmative.

It's funny, isn't it? We're such hypocrites in todays society. We constantly say that we should express ourselves, that we should be independent, and have a mind of our own, yet how many of use would give such an answer?

After being conditioned since nursery that apples are red, not purple, the sky is blue, not green, drawing should be done within the lines, and not outside them...it's kind of hard to say, and for a kid that young, I was really surprised.

I guess it's not so much a matter of self-confidence that struck a cord in me, but the fact that he dared to say something that wasn't considered normal. Dared to let his creativity take him wherever he wanted to go, to a place where clouds are pink, and rainbows are always in the sky. Dared to be...different, and not fear getting laughed at.

It's sad, now that I really sit down and think about it, because I don't believe there are that many who would say it in full seriousness, and actually mean it.

There's always something so special about children, whether it's that innocence that they have, or the simplistic belief in what they're told, that lack of fear, of needing to "fit in" and to be "like everyone else". It was a really humbling experience, that's all I can think say.
 
 
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Téa
23 December 2007 @ 02:45 pm
So, today I decided that Azula is a Libra.

Don't ask me why, I am sooo not into Astrology, but a while back on DH, in the character's board on the Azula thread, a couple of us were discussing birthdays.

I know [info]daydream11 is pretty convinced that she's a Leo, and I agree with her there, but there's this other chick that's adamant that she's a Gemini. I think because she's a Gemini herself, and she's a huge Azula fan, so usually when you're a really big fan of someone, you try and associate yourself with as many things as you can with that person/character. I could be wrong, but you know, I'm probably not ;)

Anyway, so, I was thinking about it today. I'm not sure why. Maybe it's cause I was looking at my calender, and it had the chart of all the horoscopes on it, and Libra caught my eye.

So, why do I think Libra? Well, definitely not because I know a lot about the sign or characteristics. I'm going solely based on the sign itself and what it represents.

Libra = scales. What do scales represent? Judgment. What did Azula say in CoD? "The Divine right to rule...is something you're born with."

Not an exact quote, but you get the point. Anyway, Divine right to rule? Something you're born with? Forget the fact that she's royalty, it's like she's hinting that the constellation she was born under gave her the "Divine right to rule".

So when I think of ruling, the two constellations that come to mind is Leo, and Libra. I can see her fitting a Leo just a bit better, because a Leo = lion, and a lion is the king of the animal kingdom, hence, Divine right to rule. But Libra is judgment, so it goes on the same thing.

Now, since I really don't know anything about Astrology, I could just be feeding you lies, so...don't take anything too seriously in this. I just came up with it and decided to write it out.

One thing I'm pretty certain of, is that Zuko is a Gemini. Not Azula. Well, it could be they both have the same sign, that would actually be pretty cool if they were both Gemini's, because it would be extremely symbolical. You know, light side, dark side, etc.

But I'm a little wary of that idea, because it's rare in shows that you find two characters who share the same constellation. Of course, Sozin and Roku shared the same birthday, but a couple of people are clamoring for it to be Aang and Zuko who share a birthday as well.

Huh, anyway. So I'm like, 99% sure that Zuko's a Gemini. Why? Because it fits with his character, symbolic-wise. See, Gemini is twins. Now, again, I know zero about horoscopes and such, but usually twins in horoscopes is made out to be a split personality. Two sides of the same coin, at least it looks like to me.

Now, what do we know about Zuko? He has Sozin and Roku's blood/spirits in him. Like Iroh said, these two sides are constantly at battle within him.

So, Sozin = bad, Roku = good. Light side, dark side, it fits.

Though, I could be totally wrong, but again, I'm so certain that he's a Gemini, it's not even funny. So if I turn out right, I CALLED IT!

And just in case there're some smart alecs out there, no, I'm not trying to associate myself with Zuko, far from it. Yes, I'm a Gemini too, but I sooo do not like Zuko's character, because for two and a half seasons he's done nothing but angst, and that just...gets on my nerves. A lot. He redeemed himself slightly in DoBS, but I still don't like him...except when he's with Mai, than I just go all happy happy joy joy.

Anyway, so yeah. Those are my thoughts. I think it would be neat if both Zuko and Azula were Gemini's, because, all personality traits aside, if Zuko has both Roku and Sozin within him, than that means his sister does too, if in a less intense form than he does. I also think it would be more symbolical than Aang/Zuko, because, though Aang was Roku in a former life, there's no way Zuko was Sozin in a former life.

Eh...that's just my idea. Also, I see Aang as being the Ram, forgot what it's called, um...Tauras or something? I need my calender. It's the one that comes after Pisces. But anyway, I think the Ram, because according to the Hebrew calender, that's the first month of the new year. So like according to the English calender it's January, Hebrew is April.

So, I kind of see that as being symbolical of leadership. You know, first month, new year, all that. And we know Aang is the Avatar, and he's going to be leading the next invasion during Sozin's comet. Heck, he already led the first invasion during DoBS. So...to repeat once more, though I know nothing about Astrology, these are my thoughts, and I'm basing them solely on the constellations, I really know nothing about what personality traits correlate to what, so really, I'm probably feeding you lies. Hopefully not though.

But remember, if Zuko turns out to be Gemini, I CALLED IT!!!

Oh, yeah, and one more lie thought: I think everyone here can agree with me. No matter what personality traits correlate to Pisces, I think that month fits Zhao like a glove ;)

(for those of you who don't get it, Pisces is a fish. Zhao got eaten by a fish. Get it? Good. Now laugh.)

hm...maybe I should post this at [info]avatar_fans and see what they have to say there.
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Téa
06 November 2007 @ 06:03 pm
You know, this is really bothering me a lot. I always knew there was a war going on between Kataangers and Zutarians, but I think it's starting to get just a little bit out-of-hand.

For a long time, Kataangers have stood firm in their belief that their ship will happen. Well, season three has proven them right, that at the end of the show, they'll probably end up together.

But what, suddenly Kataangers feel the need to make fun of us Zutarians. I mean, for a long time, one of the Zutarian's arguments that Kataang won't happen is because Katara doesn't see Aang as anything more than a son/brother. However, it's kind of obvious now that she's developed feelings for him.

So now what, suddenly Kataangers have to rub it in our faces? I can't speak for everyone who ships Zutara, but I know that most of us don't go around bashing Kataang and saying it won't happen. We don't complain or go drawing comics making fun of their ship or those who support it.

It's not like I can't take a joke, or laugh at my own ship. Heck, my OTP is Sokkla, and I know there isn't a chance it's going to happen, but really now, it's become not so much an attack on the ship itself, but on those who support it!

I'm starting to see a lot of comics out there that make fun of Zutarians themselves. Often we're made out to be vain and stupid shippers who will ignore blatant fact solely because we believe in "opposites attract".

I don't think it's fair, and I don't think it's right either. It's one thing to make fun of all the cliched plotlines you find in fanfiction, or some of the more ridiculous theories on how it'll happen...

But to attack us shippers, and penalize us, and make us out to be some nimrods who don't have an ounce of common sense? Why? What for? Cause you want to have your little gloat? Because you want to feel better cause you made other people feel bad...?

That's not called being funny, that's called being malicious, and if that's what Kataang supporters are made up of, that doesn't speak much for the ship itself.
 
 
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Téa
22 October 2007 @ 09:08 pm
 
 
Téa
23 September 2007 @ 07:08 pm
For Maylene-chan )
 
 
Téa
23 July 2007 @ 01:20 pm
Okay, so I took the challenge on LJ's Seven Sins community for Sokka and Azula.

Somehow, it just seems to fit that pairing. XD

1. Greed. 2. Gluttony. 3. Wrath.
4. Sloth. 5. Envy. 6. Lust.
7. Pride.
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Téa
16 July 2007 @ 08:33 pm
Today was pretty okay. When I arrived, the mother wasn’t home. She had called me in advance to tell me that she had an appointment, and asked if I could come a bit earlier to watch the kids, but unfortunately, that wasn’t possible.

So when I got there, Gloria was with her tutor, and the rest of the gang was at a neighbor’s house, who apparently have a moonwalk (not those really big ones that you see at carnivals, but rather those small ones that fit in the backyard), and they were all jumping on it.

I went over to check up on them, and they were playing and having fun. The neighbor said that she didn’t mind that they were there, and that when she wanted her kids to come in, she would send them home.

I was pretty happy, cause that meant that ALL the kids were occupied and I didn’t have to watch them. I really lucked out, cause I brought my notebook along with me, and managed to write up a lot, which put me into a good mood for the rest of the day.

Anyway, when Gloria finished with her tutor, I asked her where she was going. She said she’s going to a friend/neighbor’s house. I asked her which one, because I needed to know where she was. She sounded pretty flustered, either cause she was too impatient to think of the name and give me an answer, or because she just didn’t want to (it would seem that she thinks I’m sort of her enemy, so she tries to reveal as little information, personal or impersonal to me), and just said “whatever!” and left.

Her tutor was pretty shocked at her behavior, and went out after her. She told me that she saw her going down the block and then turning, which meant that she was going to the neighbor with the moonwalk. Her reaction didn’t really surprise me, because I kind of figured she wouldn’t want to tell me anything. I’m trying to figure out a way to get through to her, as all of my attempts have been unsuccessful.

Cecilia was the first one to come home after I was there about half an hour, and she played inside the house with her toys. Mark came next, and after taking a drink of water, found the play dough Cecilia had abandoned when she had come in.

I suppose what Mark did next with the play dough could be classified as ‘normal’ for children his age, considering they’re still exploring the world around them, but it was disgusting no less, and I believe that half the time he was doing it for attention.

He played with the green dough, pressing it, punching it, ripping it to pieces and putting it back together again, but then he started eating it. Not actually chewing, but he was definitely licking it, and putting it on his mouth.

I kept telling him to stop every time I caught him at it, telling him it was disgusting and he shouldn’t be doing it, but darn if he listened. He actually did it on purpose and kept saying “Look at me!” so that I’ll continue to give him attention.

Of course, since that would be reinforcing negative behavior (I actually retained something I learnt in college), I simply looked away each time he did it. So he didn’t get attention for it, but that didn’t really stop him either.

He actually took the dough and put it in his cup of water, then licked the dough, and afterwards drank the water. (Sorry for nauseating any of you who might actually be reading this.)

Violet came in a bit later, and she was just roaming around, so I took her on my lap and started tickling her, cause gd that girl is sooo ticklish.

In the interim, Mark went outside (though I hadn’t realized, because he didn’t tell me he was going out, and I didn’t hear the door open/close) and Cecilia also went out, although she took her leapfrog with her and said she was going to play on the front porch.

Not more then two minutes later, the mother came home. Mark was overjoyed and clung to her until I finally took him inside because he was seriously annoying his mother (pulling her, pushing her, clinging to her legs, the whole nine yards). There, I didn’t let him go out until his mother came in, and when she did, she announced that they were going out to eat.

The kids were thrilled, but Gloria, who was at the next-door neighbor at that point, threw a hissy fit because she wanted her mother to take the neighbor’s kids with them. Personally, I had never heard of doing such a thing, so I was pretty surprised at Gloria’s gall to ask her mother to take extra kids, when she and her siblings are already enough of a handful.

It seems like something that’s done in that neighborhood though, because no one thought it was strange. I tried to dissuade Gloria from the idea, and her mother didn’t really want to do it, but in the end, she agreed to take just two friends along, and that’s it.

So a boy who we’ll refer to as Daniel, and a girl who we’ll call Grace, joined the crew. Since I told them they have to be wearing seatbelts, they all sat in the back of the eight-seater van, except for Mark and Cecilia, who were in the front and car seat respectively, and they ended up having to double up. So Daniel and Gloria shared a seatbelt. I teased Gloria, saying that she has a boyfriend, but it was really only a joke, which I think might have touched upon a nerve, because she actually blushed and told me I was “so mean!”.

…Well, this is certainly a new and interesting development.

Anyway, we went to a place called ‘Circa’, which in my dictionary translates as one of those ‘ultra-expensive-get-ripped-off’ type of restaurant, because two small scoops of ice cream cost over two dollars over there, and if two small scoops of ice cream can cost two dollars, you can imagine how the rest of the menu went.

So, we had pizza, and French fries, and garlic knots (yum, yum!), and ice cream for dessert. It was kinda nice. The kids were SO much more better behaved then the last time we went to a restaurant, except that until the food came, they were all running around, but hey, you can’t expect kids to be little angels, and especially these kids.

Mark seemed to have this idea in his head that sitting on the table while waiting for food was a great idea, so I was constantly taking him off the table. The pizza distracted him enough, so that he was standing on his chair as opposed to sitting.

He also seemed determined to get a drink, as he kept sidling over to the refrigerator and taking out a bottle of vitamin water. We kept having to put it back, and he kept whining that he wanted it, but we said no, cause the ice cream for dessert was instead of a drink.

They ate their fill, and I’m pretty happy cause I made both Mark and Cecilia wash their hands with soap before eating (considering the last thing they did was play in the dirt before they went, yeah, it seemed like a good idea). I would have liked to get Gloria and Violet to wash their hands as well, but by the time I got back to the table with Mark, the food was already there and they were all digging in. It was a lost cause.

There wasn’t much incident until the ice cream came, and the ice cream was this big tub with three different flavors, one of which I think was cookie dough (my personal favorite!). I actually would have liked to have some, if Gloria and the rest of them hadn’t stuck their spoons in and started eating out of the carton, and of course, we know that kids don’t have any qualms about double dipping and sharing germs.

So, I was denied the ice cream, which, looking back now, should have been the worst thing that happened to my day, but unfortunately wasn’t.
We got cups for them, and the kids tried filling their cups with ice cream, but the problem was that the spoons they were using were actually ice cream spoons, and when I say ice cream spoons, I mean the short kind with a flat, shovel like end, so it wasn’t exactly adequate for what they were trying to do.

I got a normal spoon, and ended up being in charge of filling everyone’s cups. It was amazing how pushy and demanding they could get, because they all wanted their cup to get filled first, and each wanted either only vanilla, or only chocolate, or only cookie dough etc.

Gloria was extremely demanding, and when I started filling up Violet’s cup before hers, she whined and claimed that I was favoring Violet (which was slightly true, though her sister did ask me first), and that I was going to give her all the vanilla because I like her better. (Which was only slightly true, because I do like Violet better then her royal-pain-in-the-neck.)

While everyone was enjoying their ice cream, I brought myself a bottle of Arizona Iced Tea (green tea with ginseng and plum juice, cause the ginseng made me think of Uncle Iroh), and Mark immediately jumped up and said that he wanted some.

Well, I wasn’t exactly about to give him from a drink I brought for myself. Sure, I was being selfish, but they’re not exactly my younger siblings, who I might feel an obligation for, they’re more like little demons who’ve somehow crept into my life, and considering their behavior, I wasn’t all too eager to make them so…happy.

Of course, Mark wasn’t going to be satisfied with a simple “no”, and began to whine and cry and went to get the vitamin water cause he wanted a drink (and no, he couldn’t just drink his melting ice cream), and at that point the situation was taken out of my hands, cause the mother told him that if he puts back the vitamin water, I’ll give him some.

Well, who am I to contradict the all-powerful mother? So I put back the water for him, and got a cup, and stippled a few conditions to it (cause like heck I’m going to make it easy for him to get some of MY ginseng tea!). So, Mark was “forced” (or more likely, coerced), to sit down nicely in his seat, and ask politely for what he wanted. A funny fact about him, whenever I say to him “what do you say?” when he asks for something, he always responds with “thank you” first, when I’m trying to get him to say please. I guess he get confused, cause people usually say “what do you say?” after they give you something and want you to thank them. I should really use the phrase “what’s the magic word?” except that I feel if I would say it like that, then he’ll start to think that saying please will get you anything (cause it’s like, the MAGIC word), and he’ll say it only when he wants something, and I don’t want him to get into that mode of thinking. You have to be polite, in whatever situation you are (except of course, when you’re held against your will, being mugged/raped/victimized, etc.), cause it’s just basic protocol.

Speaking of protocol, their eating habits could use some work. Cecilia was actually pretty cute, cause she took some French fries for herself, and she wanted ketchup, so she took a napkin, opened it up and spread it on the table, then took the bottle of ketchup and poured some onto it, then started dipping her fries in. It was just so cute, and considering she’s just two, I was pretty impressed; it really made me wonder where she picked it up.

Anyway, when we got back home, all the kids piled out. Now, something to note here, their van is not exactly the cleanest. Nothing being grown or anything, but there were soda bottles and stuff littering the floor, so when they all went out, Mark took one of those bottles and threw it outside.

Now, normally that’s a big deal, cause the world isn’t your garbage can, but it was an even bigger deal, cause it was a glass bottle. It was a miracle it didn’t break. I wanted to reprimand him, but for a reason I can’t remember, I wasn’t able to do it right then and there. I think maybe I was closing the door or something, I don’t know, but next thing I hear is the sound of shattering glass, and the culprit, was of course, Mark, who picked the bottle up and threw it on the sidewalk.

Now, this is a HUGE deal, but it gets even better, cause Mark, the ever-so-clever three-year-old that he is, decided while he was in the car, that he didn’t want to wear his shoes, and took them off. Oh, and he wasn’t wearing socks.

So you can imagine the scene, except that Mark seems to have this incredible streak of luck that doesn’t seem to wear out, cause he didn’t get cut. Not a single bruise. Not only that, but the idiot then goes and jumps, yeah, you read that right, JUMPS over the glass that he broke, and unless my eyes were playing tricks on me, I could’ve sworn that he stepped on it and come out unscathed.

Now, normally I keep my temper under control. I’m more the passive-aggressive type person, but when I saw that, I completely EXPLODED. No, not yelling at him and causing a scene, but more like grabbing him by the arm, and without letting him get two words in, proceeded to take him all the way across the street and to his house, all the while shouting about how dangerous it was, how he could’ve ended up in the hospital with stitches (which is pretty legit), and how he’s getting punished for breaking a GLASS bottle on the STREET where ANYONE could hurt themselves!

I literally dragged him up the stairs to his room, sat him on his bed and told him he was being punished, and has to stay in his room for five whole minutes, because what he did was very dangerous, and he could’ve ended up in the hospital with stitches.

I’m pretty sure that fact that I just exploded in front of him rendered Mark temporarily surprised and unable to react, but trust me, the second I started walking out of the room, he tried getting out, so I closed the door, and held it closed for about a minute.

I was pretty impressed that after I let go of the knob, he didn’t try opening it again. Rather, he just banged against the door with his feet (or at least, that’s what it sounded like), and whined and basically threw your typical tantrum.

So, after about a couple of minutes, I didn’t really time it, I was sitting outside his door, and he stopped crying and opened it on his own. I guess he didn’t think I’d be out there, cause he was pretty surprised to see me, and of course tried to make a break for it, but I caught him.

I sat him down (he actually laid on the floor), and explained to him calmly what he did wrong cause I don’t think he quite got it the first time. I told him that it was extremely dangerous, and that glass bottles were different from plastic bottles, because they can break, and people could get hurt from them. Then I told him that it was a miracle he didn’t get hurt cause he wasn’t wearing socks or shoes, and that if the glass had gone on his feet, it could’ve cut him, and he would’ve gotten an extremely bad boo-boo, and would’ve had to have gone to the hospital and get stitches.

He was actually listening, which impressed me somewhat because whenever I lecture him, he doesn’t really seem focused. Now though, he was quite serious. I really hope he took my words to heart.

After that, he played outside again, but he was so well behaved. When it was time to take a bath, he listened the first time (or maybe it was the second or third, but it’s still incredible cause he never listens so fast), and came in.

He got himself undressed and turned on the water, while I went to get Cecilia and Violet. I didn’t even bother with Gloria, cause she wouldn’t listen to me anyway.

Violet I actually had a hard time with, cause every time I brought her in, the moment my back was turned, she ran out again. So finally I asked her if I ever told her the story about the girl who cried wolf, and apparently she’s heard it before, cause she started telling me it. So when she finished I started telling her my version of it, except I was describing her, when I told her about the girl, which she picked up on, and so I never finished telling her the story.

Anyway, Cecilia came in when her father brought her in, and she wanted her father to give her a bath. Ha, yeah right. She’s a total daddy’s girl, it’s kind of cute, and when she was outside, she was sitting in her father’s car and pretending to drive. She actually honked the horn.

So, the bath went more smoothly then it usually does. Cecilia cried when I wet her hair, and when I put shampoo in her hair, cause she wanted her mother/father to do it. Mark and Violet were so good, and they went much faster then usual. The mother came in while Cecilia was crying and washed her hair, which shut the kid up. Then she did some soap, and out she went.

Mark and Violet played a bit in the bath, but overall, I think the whole thing took about 15 minutes, as opposed to the usual 25.

They got out of the bath, we got them into pj’s, and they all lived happily ever after.

Well, not really, but I was happy cause I could finally leave. It was actually cute, cause Mark and Cecilia (all dressed and in pj’s), were looking out the upstairs window. I told them to keep looking, and I’ll wave to them from the outside, which I did.

Mark actually banged on the window with the brush.

And then I left. Except I had to make a u-turn and go back, cause I forgot my notebook and papers on the couch, but that was it. I gave Mark and Cecilia a hug and kiss, and as I was getting back into the car, Gloria was riding her bike, actually, she was standing there with her bike, and with a bunch of neighbor/friends, and although I didn’t exactly pay any attention to what she was saying, the gist of it was that she was happy I was leaving.

…I have a feeling I’m in for a long haul with that girl.

These are my observations for today [07. 07. 16.]

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Téa
11 July 2007 @ 03:29 am
Today, when I came, the mother left me alone with the children, while she went off to do some errand.

It wasn't as bad as I had thought it would be. Gloria was inside the house, being tutored. I think this is her first time with a tutor. She seemed to have gotten along well with her, for which I'm glad. I don't know how often she comes, but I hope it's going to be every day, so there will be at least an hour where I won't have to deal with her.

Violet and Cecilia, along with Mark had all been sitting outside on the front porch by the neighbors house, eating supper, when I arrived.

Cecilia smiled when she saw me, and said "hi", which, considering I hadn't seen her in four days, is a good thing.

The mother left almost right away, and left me in charge of feeding the kids supper, which wasn't a big deal.

However, when Mark realized his mother was leaving, he began to run after her. I was actually pretty scared that he might run into the street, so I went after him, and caught him as he was running down the block. His mother pulled over and told him she was going to be right back, but he kept crying.

I tried to get him to come back to finish supper, but he refused to budge from his seat on the sidewalk, so I left him there.

Cecilia and Violet were fine, they ate supper nicely. It was a very hot day out, so when they finished, I told them we were going inside, which they didn't have a problem with, though they did go back outdoors soon after.

The neighbor who they were eating on their front porch gave one of her children two cookies, and asked her to give them to Mark, to sort of appease him, because he was still sitting on the sidewalk (whining a bit). However, when her daughter approached him, he was very agitated, and swiped at her to make her go away.

Gloria wasn't such a terror as she usually was, and when I told them we were playing inside, she asked for permission to eat dinner on the front porch of their house, which surprised me because she's not one to usually ask permission (must have been the new tutor or something that brought about this behavior).

When the mother came home, they were all more or less playing outside. They spent a good deal of time outside, where they played with the hose, rode their bikes, etc.

When it was time to give them a bath, things got a little hard. Every time we brought them in, they kept going back out. Gloria flat out refused to come in, and ran away from me.

Violet was actually pretty good about it, and stayed inside. Mark ran in and then ran out.

I was exhausted, so rather then fight with them to come inside, I decided to let them have their fun for a bit longer, before really getting serious. It turns out to have been a good decision, because I spent some time bonding with Violet. We sat on the couch together, and we talked about different things. Nothing deep or profound, just silly things like barbie dolls vs. horses, and which color is nicer, pink or purple.

Giving them a bath is exhausting as always, except that Cecilia joined us today.

I finally discovered why she always cries when I wash her: She wants her mother to do it.

Gloria too. When it comes to washing/brushing/fixing her hair, she only wants her mother to do it.

Even Mark, when it came time to put on pj's, he wanted his mother to do it.

Not much to report really, and I'm tired, so I'll just write down some things of note.

After she took a bath and got her hair done, I took Gloria aside and gave her a task. I told her that starting tomorrow, I want her to try and ask for things she wants, or things she doesn't want people to do. Instead of screaming and yelling and whining, I want her to ask calmly for it.

She agreed, and said she'll try, though I think she said it more to get me off her back, then to actually internalize what I say. I'm assuming this because later on, when I called her by her full name, as opposed to her nickname, she got really mad, and started yelling that that wasn't her name.

I reminded her what we spoke about, and that she wasn't doing what I asked her to, and she shrugged her shoulders.

I guess there's always tomorrow.

I may edit this later, in the event I think of something else I wanted to write down.

Otherwise, that's all I have to say for today [07.07.11].

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Téa
10 July 2007 @ 01:23 am
Today was my first time seeing the family again after two days. Sunday I didn't go, because they weren't home, and Monday was the same story. So in total I haven't seen the kids for three days.

I arrived there very late, for various reasons. I'm trying to keep to a normal schedule and get there every day at a regular time, but until things settle down, that's how it's going to have to be.

Cecilia was not up when I came. Her mother told me she had put her to bed for the night, because she was very tired and hadn't taken an afternoon nap. This made my life greatly easier. Mark was bouncing around as usual, as were Violet and Gloria.

when I got there, their mother said that they were going to play outside for a few more minutes, and then they were going to take a bath. Surprisingly, Mark had wanted to take a bath then and there, so we acquiesced.

It is to be noted that Mark's behavior continues to improve. He worked very well with me today. I adopted a playful attitude towards him and Violet, and they reacted accordingly.

I was actually more easy-going with them today then I usually am. In the bath, I let them splash around (not so much that water spilled over), let them scrub their hair, even made 'bubbles' with them, and gave Mark a mohawk while he had shampoo in his hair, which we all laughed at.

Gloria, it seems, had decided to take up the role of whining and crying that was vacated by Cecilia because she was sleeping. She was constantly whining and crying. I gave her a task while she was in the bath. While she still had conditioner in her hair, I told her to brush it out so when she comes out and she brushes it again, there won't be as many knots as there usually are.

She threw a fit about getting conditioner on the brushes, and no matter how many times I tried to patiently explain that we would wash out the brushes afterwards, she refused to listen, saying her mother didn't let (which was disproven, because her mother came and said that she can do it if I say to), and trying to come up with all sorts of reasons as to why not.

When she finally agreed to give it a shot, she tried first with the comb, but found that it was hard to do it, so she finally agreed to use the brush, which is what I had suggested in the first place.

While the other kids played around, she got out all the knots, something I was very impressed with, considering that my impression had been she can't tolerate the slightest bit of pain.

I brushed out the back just to make sure, but it was all soft and smooth.

The kids had been playing around while the shampoo was in their hair (hadn't washed it out, cause I wanted to do it all at once), when I decided that it would just be simpler to do soap, rather then waste time and water washing out their hair. All at once would be much easier.

Apparently, Gloria disagrees, because she threw a mini-tantrum about how she wanted to wash out the conditioner first. I tried telling her that it didn't make a difference, and we were going to wash it out all at once, but I'll be darned if she even listened.

Mark and Violet had a lot of fun. Violet did misbehave a little here and there, and she and her brother got into a hair-tugging fight, borne of some misunderstanding that she splashed/hurt him on purpose. Either way, it didn't escalate into anything, because I broke it off before it had the chance to.

In the end, only Mark and Violet did soap at the same time. Gloria flat out refused. When I turned on the shower head, I told the kids to get underneath it and Gloria in particular seemed to enjoy it.

I told her that we weren't going to be doing it like this every time, and she got miffed cause of that, stating that we were going to do it every time. After that, she basically insisted on doing things her way, and did the opposite of what I told her.

When she came out of the shower, I told her to put on pj's, she didn't want to, and put on her clothes instead. When I told her to brush her hair, she also refused, and ran outside to play.

I told her that tomorrow, we were going to put her hair into two braids, because it was flying all over the place. She didn't seem to like the idea, but we'll see how things go tomorrow.

With Mark and Violet, I tried getting them into pj's by playing "Simon Says" with them. It didn't work, and you could hear crickets chirping in the background when I said to put on their shirts.

I accidentally gave Mark Violet's shirt to wear, so we had to make the switch, which he didn't neccessarily want to. I find that if I talk to him, and distract him from the task at hand, he listens much better, so today I asked him if he wanted to buy ice cream from the ice cream truck when it comes around, and that got him onto what his favorite flavor of ice cream is. It's bubblegum.

He's talking much more now, and expressing himself better. When he wants to do things, he says so, unlike the other times when he would just cry. I feel like I'm making a lot of headway with him.

An incident I'd like to note, he wanted to wear underwear today. I let him, and he put it straight on. Since he's not potty-trained, I told him he needs to wear his diaper underneath. He told me that's not true, and that his mother let's him, so rather then argue, I told him we'll ask, and we did, in which his mother said he could wear underwear, but he has to wear a diaper underneath.

He listened, and took off the briefs, and let me put the diaper on him.

There is nothing much else to say, except that at last, it looks like some progress is being made.

I'm trying to get Gloria to express what she wants (kinda sad she's six already and doesn't do that), rather then scream and cry for her mother, but I have a feeling this is going to be rather difficult.

I'd like to list my goals here, of what I hope to accomplish by the end of the summer for each kid.

Gloria: I'd like her to be more behaved, learn to try and solve the situation herself, rather then cry for her parents (especially her mother). I'd like her to realize the importance of taking care of yourself and your belongings, and teach her to listen to adults who are older then you, because they know what's best.

Violet: As of now, I am unsure of what exactly I hope to accomplish. She is normally well behaved, with the occasional temper flares, but as the days go by, I hope to realize what my goal is with her.

Mark: I want him to learn to come when he is called, and also realize and try to live up to what his parents (and I) expect of him. I want him to learn not to go outside without socks or shoes on (currently he has no qualms about going barefoot), and channel his anger through words rather then fists. I want him to learn that if someone wrongs you, that's no reason to use violence or agression, and that if you have a complaint, you should go to an adult and tell them, rather then take matters into your own hands.

Cecilia: For now, my current goal is getting her to take a bath without screaming and crying. I hope I will find a more long-term goal as the weeks progress.

These are my observations and conclusions for today [07.07.10].

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Téa
06 July 2007 @ 11:28 pm
Well, today was clearly some sort of gd sent day as a punishment for me, since I got bitten twice and pinched a couple of times by both Violet and Cecilia.

I finally witnessed Cecilia giving a tantrum, and now that that has happened, I think I can die happy.

Or not.

Mark was surprisingly good today. I was actually very, very surprised. Gloria too, wasn't all her usual, obnoxious self that she usually acts.

Today started out different then all the other days, so I suppose that's one thing to point out. I arrived at the usual time, maybe a few minutes over, but who's counting? Anyway, the kids weren't home, it was only the mother there.

Apparently, her husband took all the kids swimming in a nearby town, about a forty minute drive from where they live. I don't know why they had to go out of town for a pool, but whatever the case was, they weren't home.

So I asked the mother if she wanted me to come back or something, considering that it was a forty minute drive, and she told me they should be home in about twenty minutes, so it would be better if I waited.

For lack of anything better to do, I browsed the web on my cell, and when I got bored of that, asked her for a pen and paper and began to write a bit.

Anyway, that's not the point. They got home a good forty minutes after I arrived, and the husband asked if I was waiting long, so I told him about half an hour, and it was no big deal.

The children all needed to take baths, cause they smelled like chlorine. That was the main object for the day. Get them to take baths and put them in their pj's.

Well, as mentioned before, I had been in middle of writing, and didn't want to interrupt my train of thought while it was still going, so for the next half hour/forty-five minutes, I let them play outside, half-heartedly telling them that they needed to go upstairs and into the bath on the rare occasion they passed me esconcsed on the couch.

The day was pretty much relaxed until they actually came in to take their bath. I'm working on a theory that maybe the fact I was already there when they arrived contributed to the fact that there was less tension in the home, but that remains to be seen.

Anyway, when I finally stopped writing cause they REALLY needed to take a bath cause it was already late, I tried getting all the children to come in.

Gloria was not as difficult as she usually was. She was more or less inside the rest of the day, so I didn't really have to rip my hair out like I usually do.

Mark was difficult, as usual. When I told him he had to come in, he flat out refused, again. So, I did what I had to. I carried him inside.

Of course, he tried leaving, but I wouldn't let him. He began to scream, to cry (not with tears), to whine, etc. and did everything he could to get outside, but was unsuccessful.

I did something different this time then when I usually try to discipline him. Instead of putting him in the crib like last Friday, or putting him in the room and telling him to calm down, I let him roam wherever he wanted, not that he did much roaming. He more or less made a beeline for the door every time I let him go.

I think the fact that he wasn't confined to one area of the house, "trapped" so to speak, put him a little more at ease, because in the end, he did stop whining.

He cried and screamed for about twenty minutes, if I'm not mistaken. Gloria entered the house at one point, and stayed inside. I didn't give in, and no matter how loud it got, I just let him carry on throwing his tantrum.

I did try to get him to speak. I'm trying to get him to put into words what he wants, instead of crying and making the person guess. So when he wanted to go outside today, I kept telling him, "Do you want to go outside? You have to tell me, I can't understand you if you cry."

It didn't work, because he didn't end up saying it, but I kept telling him that over and over again, so hopefully, by the time all this is over, I will have gotten him to ask for things instead of simply whining.

When he finally gave up, he went into the kitchen, where Gloria was calling her father to remind him to buy her something. When I came near him, he pulled back. He played with the phone when his sister finished, and I think he was either trying to call his father, or he was really just playing with it. All the same, I told him that the phone isn't a toy, and that he can't play with it.

I was surprised when he actually, sort of listened to me. He kept trying to put the receiver back on the phone (it was a cord phone), and it kept falling off. So we did it together, and he was surprisingly more obedient afterwards.

I think this may be a sign that he's finally starting to accept the fact that I'm in charge, and that when I tell him to do something, he has to listen. I won't get my hopes up that this sort of behavior will continue, because most likely it will not, but I think I'm finally starting to get through to him.

He shows a great want and need to do things by himself. So far, whenever I've given them a bath, he always wants to wash his own hair with the shampoo. Of course, he lets me scrub his head a bit afterwards, because that's the only way I'll let him do it, but otherwise, he listens more. Today he didn't splash the water like he usually does. It could be because I was doing everything rush, rush, rush. It was late already when we finally got all of them into the bath, so there was no time for playing around, it was one thing after another.

Also, when I was undressing him to get into the bath, he wanted to do it by himself as well. I could use this to my advantage, to get him to listen and behave more, but that remains to be seen.

When he got out of the bath, he was much more compliant with putting on his diaper. He also got a new bed that day, and a new dresser. All those things could add to why he was listening, so I'll test my theory again on Monday.

After the bath, he was pretty much well-behaved, and was warmer towards me that he had been the last two weeks.

Violet and Cecilia gave me heck today. I'll start with Cecilia.

On the whole, she seems to be more into defying me lately. When I tell her to do something, there's a fifty-fifty chance she'll say yes or no, and it's usually the latter.

I'm not sure what it is that's making her act this way. It could be she simply doesn't like me, but it could also be that she's trying to test her boudries, see how far her limits are.

When it was time to take a bath, I had brought her inside. Then she went outside again. The next time I saw her, she was playing in the mud outside, digging it up with a spoon.

I'll admit, I was a bit harsh with her, because I simply picked her up and took her inside, while she was crying that she wanted to finish something. I'm really against doing things like that, and normally I would've let her finish whatever she had to finish, but it was very late, and they really needed to take a bath already.

So, when I brought her inside, she consquently threw herself down on the floor and began to scream, kicking her feet, because I wouldn't let her go back outside. Because time was a limited commodity, I picked her up mid-tantrum and took her to the shower. On the way up, she either pinched or bit me, I'm not sure which one she did. I think she pinched me, but it could have been the latter as well.

It's something to note here, that out of all her siblings, she has the most high-pitched voice. When I put her in the bath, she was screaming because she didn't want to take a bath and wanted her mother, and she tried coming out, and I wouldn't let her.

I tried rushing things so she'll be the first one out, but it didn't work out that way. Well, she was the first one out, but not exactly.

I let her wash her own hair, but as my rule with the other kids, they have to let me do it for them after, just in case they missed a spot. Cecilia did not seem to like this, because when I did it for her, she started screaming again.

Her mother came in, and asked if she was done. So I told her that she was finished shampoo, but she still needed to do soap. Apparently, her mother can't handle Cecilia's screams, because she took her out of the bath without her washing her body, just so she'll stop crying.

I don't like this at all, because that's been the story for the last couple of days. Cecilia screams, she gets taken out. It's negative reinforcement, and it's teaching her that she can get things by throwing a tantrum.

Personally, her screams don't faze me much, but I'll have to see if there isn't a way to get her to stop, or at least stop her mother from giving in to them.

Violet was good until the point she had to take a bath. She didn't want to come in either, and when I made her, she promptly pinched/bit me, and then ran outside through the backyard (I'm happy Mark didn't think of that escape route).

When I brought her in a second time, she whined and cried (only a little, and it stopped by the time she got in the bath), but otherwise didn't try to leave the house.

As a result, I told her she was being punished for biting me, and that she was not allowed to go outside after the bath. All the other kids were allowed to, but she wasn't.

She was pretty much good afterwards. Even so, when they all got dressed in their pj's, I told her she can't go outside because she was being punished. At first she listened, but then she came out, and I was too tired to stop her.

On Gloria, there's not much to say, except that she gave me an easier time then usual. She mostly did what she was told, except when it came to washing/brushing her hair.

When I washed it for her, she said it hurt. Her hair is very knotty, so it could be because of that. I tried convincing her to brush her hair out while she had conditioner in her hair, because it's much easier to take out the knots that way, and when she washes it out, it won't be that difficult to brush it.

She wouldn't do it though, because it hurts too much. So her hair stayed knotty. I'm going to have to try and think of a way for her to do it despite a little pain, maybe a soft bristled brush would work.

These are my observations for Friday [07.07.06].

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Téa
05 July 2007 @ 02:06 am
Today I went to work with the children again. Due to my own personal circumstances, I missed out on Tuesday and Wednesday.

I got pretty much the same reaction from the kids. Gloria seemed none-too-excited about seeing me, and neither was Violet or Cecilia. Mark's reaction actually surprised me a bit. He smiled really big, then ran away.

Gloria asked me why I'm there, and Violet asked why I came back. They were over at a friends house, I was actually surprised that I missed them enough that I was actually quite keen to see them again, consider the heck they've put me through the first week I was there.

Mark is still showing signs of reverse psychology. Today I told him to pick up the cup he threw on the ground, and he refused. When I told him to come inside because it was raining, he refused as well. Whatever I told him to do had the opposite effect, I'm trying to find a way to come up with a strategy to get him to say yes.

I would like to note here an incident that occurred today. He wanted a bottle (sad that a 3 yr. old still wants a bottle), and his mother told him that he was not going to get one unless he picked up the cup he threw on the ground (the same one I asked him to pick up from earlier).

He flat out refused, saying that he wanted a bottle, and no matter how many repetitions of "pick up the cup and I'll make you a bottle" he still refused to do so.

Another thing to note is that when he threw the cup on the floor, he did so in front of me. He finished eating whatever was inside, and came next to me, smiled broadly, and threw the cup on the ground. Then he grinned like a Cheshire cat when I told him to pick it up, as though expecting that kind of reaction, and responded with the usual, "no".

He also hit Cecilia today, and I think he also bit her, but when I looked at her hand, I couldn't see any real bite marks, though it could be he didn't bite so hard as to leave a mark.

I'm uncertain as to what prompted that reaction from him. I wasn't really paying much attention until I heard Cecilia cry. I have reason to believe that she irritated him in some way, but again, I'm not sure.

I was very firm with him, and reminded him of what I told him the last time I punished him, that we never hit/bite other people, we always go to an adult. He had eye contact while I said it, but I'm not sure if he understood completely what I was saying.

I didn't punish him like I normally would, because the last two times proved to be a failure. I'm going to have to try and come up with something a bit more creative to get the point across to him.

I've also noticed that for a three-year-old, he doesn't talk a lot, and when he does, he doesn't speak clearly. It could be he doesn't talk too much because I'm still somewhat of a stranger to him, but it could also be because he may need speech therapy.

I didn't get the chance to test out my theory about the shower, as they didn't take a bath today. Tomorrow though, I'll be sure to try it out, and see how well it works. Fridays are always tense days for some reason, so I'm hoping things will go smoothly.

Gloria actually wasn't as obnoxious as she usually is. She listened, more or less, when I told her it was time to go home because it was raining. It took quite a few times of dragging her to the front door, then dragging her across the street and into the house, to get her home. I actually had to carry her a couple of times.

When my back was turned though, she promptly turned tail and ran back outside.

An incident I'd like to note, she wanted more of supper. She took the casserole dish out of the fridge and prepared to put some onto a plate. However, I stopped her, because she needed to ask permission if she could have more. Her mother said she could, but that I needed to give her.

Gloria threw a fit about this, wanting to pour herself. I told her I'll do it, and that she should tell me when to stop, but she insisted on doing it herself.

I believe she reacted this way because, as stated in my last entry, she has an independence streak going. I think she felt that if I were to give her supper, it would be a sign that she's incapable of taking herself, and is still being somewhat "babied" by adults.

When I refused to let her take herself, she threatened to call her father, which didn't exactly faze me, because calling her father wouldn't do her any good.

She promptly dragged a chair over to the phone and called him. The entire conversation was on speakerphone, so I could hear the dialogue.

She told him that she wanted more supper, and he told her fine, but someone has to give it to her, she can't take herself (oooh, burn). This certainly displeased her, and she began to whine and complain that she wanted to take herself.

I noticed that she didn't give the usual excuse kids give, that they're "big enough" to take themselves. She simply stated that she wanted to take herself, and that was the end of the issue.

In the end, her father, who sounded pretty weary over the phone, told her to just let me give her, and he'll by her something.

She seems to be very cunning and manipulative, because she immediately used the situation to her advantage. She said she wanted ices, and her father said no, maybe something else, I forgot what it was he said, and she agreed to it.

She hung up all happy, but dissatisfied because she didn't get to take herself, and she still wouldn't let me give her.

Then her mother came into the kitchen and asked what was going on, and I told her that Gloria wants to take herself.

So her mother capitulated and said that she can take herself, on the condition that she eat at the table, which she agreed to.

Gloria seems to have a lot of pride, because when she can't do something, rather then admit that she can't do it, she'll simply say she can, or she doesn't want to. I've tested this theory. Today, she tried doing something, and she was doing it wrong. When I pointed this out, she looked quite embarrassed, but simply shrugged and rather then ask me how to do it, she just stopped altogether.

When I tried showing her how to do it, she had difficulty, and consequently decided to wash her hands of the whole thing.

The last time I saw her was before I was leaving, and she turned on the hose to wash her hands. I told her to shut it off because it was wasting water, but whether she did it right away or not, I have no idea. I think she realized that I was leaving, so she probably waited until I got in the car and left before resuming what it was she was doing with the hose.

Violet was pretty easy today. She allowed me to hug and kiss her (cause I really did miss her at least, out of all the other kids), and she was smiling. I think it safe to say she was glad to see me too.

There's not much to say on her behavior, as she was pretty good. She did go outside today with only her socks, which got her mother very upset because they were white socks, and the soles got completely filthy, and those won't come out in the wash.

When I was getting her from the neighbors house, she didn't want to come at first, but she did, in the end, listen, after some prodding and poking.

She was playing with the Leapfrog today, while it was raining outside, and she got extremely frustrated, because it wasn't working for all the pages. She didn't react violently though, just raised her voice as she let out some steam.

I'd like to note here, that on our way out of the neighbors house, their son, who's probably not much older then Violet herself, began to fight. I don't know who started it, but the next thing I knew, she was pulling his hair, he was pulling hers, they were pinching and hitting each other, etc. until I finally broke them apart.

The mother tells me that they fight all the time, it's like a ritual that every time they pass by each other, they fight. She says it's nothing new, and that it's only them two. Only he and Violet fight, the other children they interact with respectively are fine.

I'm going to watch this for interesting developments.

Cecilia, when she saw me today, ran away at first. I'm not sure what to make of this reaction, but she ran away from me almost every time she saw me today. I suppose I could chalk it up to the fact that she hasn't seen me in the last two days, and so therefore I went back under the category of "strangers" in her mind.

She was not overtly clingy to her mother today either, and later in the evening, she came over to me to ask for a straw. She was pretty mild and well behaved, except when she threw her empty cup and straw on the floor (possibly imitating Mark from earlier, though I didn't notice her in the vicinity when he did that), and I told her a couple of times to pick it up and throw it out, which she did.

Overall, they were not as hard today as they normally are. I'm very glad that they didn't have to take a bath today, because it made life so much easier. Tomorrow though, will be heck.

These are my observations for today. [07.07.05]

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If you took the time to read all of that, pity my soul.

~Téa
 
 
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Téa
02 July 2007 @ 09:47 pm
I've recently volunteered to work with a family that desperately needs the help. I've been working with them for a week now, and have decided to start keeping a log on them and see if anything will come out of it. I'm making these entries public in case some social worker or psychiatrist stumbles upon them and might be able to offer some helpful advice. In general though, these notes are for myself, so if they're long, well, don't complain. You've been warned.

So, to start off, the family is six altogether. Two parents, three girls, and one boy. For privacy purposes, I'm going to use a pseudonym for each of them.

Their ages range between 6-2. The oldest is a girl, who we will call Gloria.

Gloria, is six turning seven soon. Unsure of her exact birthday. She's in the first grade, going into second, and is the oldest of four. She seems to be a very caring older sister, as on more then one occasion, she offered to push her youngest sister on the swing, or give her brother a ride in the carriage and or wagon. She also seemed to be reluctant to leave the room when I ask her to, when I am giving one of her siblings a time out. Though I've only observed this on one occasion and that was with her brother.

She has a younger sister, Violet, who is only one year her junior. Her relationship with her does not seem to be particularly close, and though they share a room, they hardly play with each other.

Gloria seems to be much more interested in riding her bike, and playing with the neighbors across the street, then showing any connection with her sister, though this can be considered normal at her age. Violet seems to tag along after her older sister, like when they play in their neighbor's backyard, but again, it is all parallel play, because they each have their set of friends, and the only time I've seen them really interact was when they refused to come inside, and they alerted each other to my presence.

As far as personality goes, Gloria is basically 6 going on 16. She has an attitude and when she's angry it's as though she's PMSing. Her behavior on my first day was absolutely horrendous, and she would not stop screaming. This could be a result of not having eaten supper yet when I arrived, which was about 4 in the afternoon. She mainly wanted to be left alone and do whatever she wanted, as in, taking supper herself and eating. She did not listen to a word anyone said to her, and was constantly screaming, something which her mother simply could not stand.

She said things like, "Shut up!" and "I hate you!" to her mother, and even when I tried to talk to her, she was very adverse. When it came time to take a bath, she went in last, and had a hissy-fit when we wanted to wash her hair. She was constantly yelling, and had the audacity to hit her mother, and me, when we tried to help her.

In the end, after everyone was showered and in their pajamas, I took her to a side room and told her she was not allowed to leave until she was calmed down and ready to apologize for screaming and upsetting everyone else. Her reaction was predictable, she screamed, and yelled, and raged, and it was doubtful the neighbors didn't hear. From the sound of her cries, you'd think we were whipping her, and they were extremely high-pitched.

She threatened to jump through the windows (the room was on the ground level, so it wasn't as though she'd injure herself if she jumped out), to which I stopped her from opening them, and stayed in the room with her, to make sure she wouldn't make do on her threat.

She thrashed about, successfully hitting and kicking me once after numerous attempts to do so.

Her mother, who approved what I was doing, said that I should let her out, because it doesn't look like it's working. In the end, I did let her leave without extracting an apology, simply because time was short, and I had to get going.

When she left the room, she ran to the kitchen and tried calling her father's cell phone. She did this numerous times, until she finally gave up. Before I left, I went over to her and told her firmly that tomorrow, when I come, I expect an apology from her for the way she was behaving, and for hitting and kicking me, to which she said that she wasn't going to let me come into the house.

The next day, I arrived later then expected, and I found her in her room, with her sister Violet, and a friend. I told the girls to go downstairs for supper, but I took Gloria aside and asked her if there wasn't something she wanted to tell me.

Like any child who's embarrassed, she hemmed and hawed, saying things like she forgot what it was, and in general stalling. In the end though, she apologized, and I made her say what it was she was apologizing for etc.

It is prudent to note that after she apologized, I told her that I wasn't her enemy, and that I wasn't trying to hurt her, I only want her to learn. After that she was more or less well behaved.

The rest of the week she wasn't much trouble, and I didn't have to give her a time out again. However, Friday, she was acting up again, and Sunday she refused to listen when I told her to come inside.

I told her she was going to get punished for not listening. I was planning on not letting her go outside for an hour because she didn't listen, but I arrived late again today, and she was already playing in the backyard.

She seemed to be wary of me though, because she was behaving especially well. I took her aside before they went for a bath, and told her what her punishment was supposed to be, and told her that because I came late today, she wasn't punished, but will be getting something else. I told her she was going to have to write on a paper fifty times "I will listen the first time I'm told".

It is an old-fashioned method of punishment, but at the moment I couldn't come up with anything else, and I didn't want her to think she was off the hook. It is interesting to note that she didn't seem at all upset by this kind of punishment, and seemed to think it was fun. I wasn't sure what to make of this, because that's not how intended it to be. In the end, due to time constraints, she didn't receive her punishment. I'm not sure if at this point I should do it tomorrow, because I feel it isn't applicable anymore, and the lesson she's supposed to be learning will not have as strong an effect.

The next in line is a four year old girl who we will call Violet.

Violet, is four years old, soon turning five. I'm uncertain of her birthday. She has a very charming smile and a cute personality. Out of all the kids, she is by far my favorite.

From my observations, she seems to be more of a loner, unlike her older sister, who seems to be something of a social butterfly. She will wander around the grounds, ride her bike, play on the jungle gym, but mostly she is playing by herself.

She is friends with the neighbors kids, but I have yet to see her actually playing a game or riding her bike with them. There seems to be girls her age there, but mostly when she's with other girls, it's with her sister and her friends.

She goes to day camp in the morning, so I can only assume that her friends are there, and that she joins in their activities, however, none of this has been confirmed since I haven't actually seen her playing with them.

Personality wise, she's more introverted. She likes to keep to herself, play by herself, and generally just observe the things around her.

Her relationship with her siblings is as such. As stated with Gloria, it is nothing particularly special or close. She seems to have a good bond with her younger brother though, who seems to reciprocate her feelings, and is always asking and or making sure she's there. Her youngest sister, I'm still uncertain what her relationship is with her, as I haven't seen them interacting that much.

She seems to care about her, which would make sense, as she's the youngest and the baby of the family, but I have yet to see her go out of her way to make her happy, or make her smile.

In general she seems to be somewhat aloof, compared to the others. She will come over to me when she's bored or wants attention, and will sit on my lap and play with my necklace, while prattling on about inane things. She doesn't cause a lot of ruckus, unlike her sisters and brother, and is much more docile and easily led.

For instance, when she comes out of the bath, and has to get into her pajamas, if she is reluctant, I need only mention that if she does it she'll get a sticker on her chart (I made star charts with them), then she'll do it willingly. However, when she's in a temper, she can be very difficult, and will often runaway from you. I was told by her mother that she bites when she's angry, but I haven't actually seen this happening yet.

On my first day there, I had to punish her because she hit me, but unlike her sister, I didn't have to keep her in a room for much too long till she calmed down. Everyone was going outside, and I told her that she can't because she's being punished. When she started to cry after a few minutes, I asked her if she learned her lesson, and she said yes, and she apologized. Since then, there hasn't been any disciplinary action needed. On Sunday, she did refuse to come inside, but when I said I was counting to three, she came. This also worked today, when they were playing by the swing sets, and she didn't want to come.

She seems to have a great love for stickers, which is normal for a child her age, as many girls are into collecting things like those. Stickers, stationary, etc. it is a good incentive if I really need to get her to listen. I've only been with her for a week, so I'm sure there are parts of her personality I have yet to familiarize myself with, so it is a good thing to note if I ever want to reward her.

Another thing to note is that on the first day, I took them for a walk, and she had a sheet of stickers with her. She kept putting stickers on her brother, and on herself, and on her younger sister, heck, she even put one on me, but she's also possessive of them, because on Thursday, she was holding a sheet of stickers, and her brother took them from her, and she began to cry and try to get them back. This may be something pointless, but I feel like noting it for myself.

A point of interest, out of all the children, I believe she handles change the best, and acclimates to a new place and/or new people quickly. I'm taking this from the fact that she's the only one who wasn't being overly difficult on my first day there, and she's the only one who actually comes to me, instead of me coming to her. Again though, this could all just be speculation, but I have yet to be disproved.

The next child is a boy who is three years old, and we will refer to as Mark.

Mark is a rambunctious three year old boy, with gorgeous green eyes that sparkle with mischief. He is by far the hardest kid I've ever dealt with, and I'm still trying to find a way through to him.

There are some patterns in his behavior that I've noticed, and he seems to be a typical case of reverse psychology, but other then that, I'm still trying to figure out what makes him tick.

On my first day there, he had just woken up from a nap, and it was his first day of day camp. Change is hard for everyone, even on a minute level, and seeing new faces the entire day can be difficult, especially for someone as young as he is, but I feel I am justified in saying that his behavior was second only to his PMSing older sister, and he actually topped her as the week progressed.

He did not stop crying the entire day. He only wanted his mother, and clung to her for dear life. My first impression was that something was wrong with him mentally. I thought he had some sort of syndrome or something, but I kept my comments to myself, which was disproved the next day.

His mother said that he never behaves like this, usually. He's never been so clingy before, and she owed it up to the fact that they just started day camp, and he just woke up from a nap, and change and all that, which, as was shown later, was true.

I did not interact with him much on the first day, but the rest of the week was nothing short of heck with him.

He was belligerent, aggressive, and he didn't hesitate to hit when he was angry. The few times I got him to listen was only because I promised him stickers on his chart, and even those didn't work.

I tried disciplining him twice, but each proved a complete failure. As with Gloria, I gave him a time out, but while their initial reaction was the same, the result was vastly different.

With Gloria, as stated before, the moment she was let out she ran. With Mark, when he saw I wasn't letting him out, he laid down on the floor and screamed and cried, but not with real tears. I can only assume that this is his form of a temper tantrum, but I'm not certain.

When I tried to tell him he can leave the room, he refused to do so, and merely kicked his feet and continued whining.

I explained to him that he needed to calm down, and he was being punished because he was misbehaving, but go figure, he stopped crying long enough to hear me out, but if he actually registered/understood what I said, is something to be reckoned.

The second time I tried disciplining him, was after he took a shower, and after a very difficult time, we actually managed to get a diaper on him, he pulled it off and went streaking outside.

This time I put him in a crib so he won't be able to climb out, and told him that when he's ready to wear clothing he can come out.

Now, that may not have been the smartest thing to do, but I wasn't sure how else to handle the situation, and letting him walk around naked isn't the best way to teach a child about morals and manners.

However, I got the same reaction as the last time. He tried to leave, but when he realized he couldn't, continued to cry, and when I was ready to take him out, thinking he'd been punished enough, he refused to leave.

Worse yet, he urinated in the crib. I believe he does this every time he gets upset, because when I have him in the bath, and I'm shampooing his hair and he doesn't want it, when I'm finished he stands up and lets out a fountain. Today he urinated three times in the bath. I had to change the water twice, until I finally gave up and drained the bath, so when I scrubbed them, they were in an empty tub, which actually worked out better, because it was easier to wash them like that.

Something to note, the past few days Mark has been taking to jumping up and down in the bath, splashing water all over the place. Today, he was angry at me for wetting his hair, cause the water got into his eyes, and so he took a cup and splashed water on me. When I took away the cup, he used his hands and feet to kick water at me.

Today he actually got into his pajamas straight away, which both his mother and I felt was a miracle, consider how impossible it usually is to get him to put his clothes on.

I'm not sure what it was that prompted him to actually listen. It could be cause we promised him a sticker on his star chart, or maybe he was simply in a good mood. I'm going to list what happened from the time he got into the bath until he put on his pj's, for my own reference, and see if there isn't something that clicked it, or if it was just one of those things that happen.

-He got into the bath, and proceeded to empty the contents of his bottle into the water for his own amusement, and after a few moments, urinated in it.

-We changed the water and started to refill the bath. In the meantime, we wet his hair, and began to wash it with shampoo. He was very angry about this, because the water got into his eyes, and he didn't want to wash his hair.

-As a result, he urinated in the water again. We had to drain the water, and while the tub was refilling, we washed his hair again, because the water we used to take wash out the shampoo was water he had already urinated in.

-He was upset about this, but we told him that we're putting the shampoo in his hair, and he should wash it himself, which made him happy, so he did. His sister's, Violet, and the baby, Cecilia, also washed their own hair, and they all enjoyed sharing bubbles.

-We washed their hair out with the new water, and began to do soap. He urinated again, and I think it was because his sister got him angry. We drained the water for the third time that day, but did not refill the tub. Instead, we scrubbed them, while the water was draining.

-The kids seemed to enjoy it like that for some reason, except for the baby, who was cranky, and as a result began to cry because she wanted to leave. We scrubbed them squeaky clean, and turned on the water to wash the soap off.

-Cecilia was the first one to get out of the tub, because she was crying so hard. Her mother scooped her up in a towel, and took her straight to the bedroom, where she began to immediately dress her.

-In the meantime, I washed off Mark, and as soon as he was ready, he stepped out of the bath, and his mother scooped him up to take him straight to the bedroom.

-I finished washing off Violet, and when she was done, I got a towel for her and took her straight to the bedroom as well, where Mark was finishing up getting dressed.

I can only assume that all the other times he came out of the bath, he was usually first, and we were in such a rush to get the other kids, that we'd put him on the bed wrapped up in a towel and run to go get the other kids.

My theory is that because no one was involved with him for those couple of minutes, it gave him enough time to decide that he doesn't really want to put on a diaper and get into pajamas, and consequently he gave us a difficult time.

I think I'm going to try this tomorrow. If we don't give him enough time to think, and just rush, rush, rush, to put on pj's and all that, promising him a sticker on his chart, then he'll be more compliant.

The last child in the family is a two year old girl by the name of Cecilia

Cecilia is sweet and darling, and the baby of the family. She is not exactly doted on, but it is obvious that she is loved.

She is mostly obedient, probably cause of her young age, and usually listens and follows instructions. However, she does have moments where she refuses to listen, but nothing that I've had to discipline her for.

As far as I can tell, she has shown no real signs of aggressive behavior, unlike her siblings, and if someone takes a toy that she wants, she will mostly whine and cry, but she won't take any action except asking for it back.

I haven't seen her throw a real temper tantrum yet. I will not rule out the fact that she doesn't have them, because I am sure that eventually I will see one, but mostly, she will be happy to listen if you give her an incentive to.

She is mostly a happy child, who likes to follow the crowd, and will usually trail after her sisters. She doesn't show a real preference for either sibling, it is usually the one who is doing what she is more interested in doing that she'll go after.

As to her relationship with her brother, I have seen nothing yet that shows a real bond, but she does seem to like to go for walks with him when we take him in the carriage.

I don't have much to say about Cecilia yet, mainly cause I haven't gotten to know her as well as the others, due to her young age and independent nature.


These are my observations for the first week of working with this family. [07. 07. 02.]

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Dude, if you just read through all of that, you must be seriously bored.

~Téa
 
 
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