Understanding Butter

My Butter is awesome. He has some mad skillz on anything that is electronic. He tries so hard, and is super considerate. He wears his heart on his sleeve. You know EXACTLY what he is thinking... and when that thought entered his head... every devilish little thought. Butter also has ADHD.

His preschool teacher talked to me about it, and said that Butter reminded her a lot of her son, and her son had ADHD. I wrote it off. I told her that it was because he had never been in that environment before, blah blah blah. I was thinking that he was a boy... and that this is how boys were. Boys are supposed to be rambunctious and bounce off of the walls. Besides how can he be hyperactive? Have to ever seen him zone out on video games?

Kindergarten comes, and at the first conference, she says something about there being a possibility that something isn't quite right. Eh... this is all day Kindergarten. He's just getting used to it. The Chef was already in South Carolina by that point, and he knew we were getting ready to move. She agreed that it very well could be nothing more than that.

In South Carolina, when he was introduced to his teacher, she was told "He is very young". She wrote off his behavior to not being the youngest in the class and socially immature. I also contributed a lot of what he was going through to the move. I mean we moved quite a few states and away from everyone. He is having a helluva time... Butter is one of the big reasons why...

We are back here for First Grade. And although he made the cut off for Kindergarten where he first started going to school, he was too young at the last two schools. Ok. He is the youngest in the class. I mentioned the possibility that he could have ADHD... his teacher told me she really thought it was a immaturity issue, and holding him back would do him a world of good.

Finally, after the umpteenth meeting with the second first grade teacher, and the school councilor and the principal, I threw my hands in the air, looked at the teacher and said... "I think I should just call a neurologist." She said... "I think you should." So The Chef and I talked it over, and I did.

His doctor looked at us during his consultation, and said, "Why is this intelligent boy here?" The Chef and I looked at each other... Butter had been up and down, and when the doctor asked us this, Butter was sitting on his lap going through his desk. We walked out with a prescription that day. I felt guilty... like I had done something wrong. I felt like I had let him down... and I had in a way. The doctor said that if it wasn't for the fact that Butter was so smart, he would have saw him when he was 5.

I dove head first into his new world. I looked up everything I could about ADHD. I read about the medication, and what it would do to him. I just did what any parent would do. Slowly we started to notice a difference. And then he was there in all his glory. He was the child that I only saw glimpses off before, the one I knew was always there.

We exhausted every option before we decided to medicate him. It was not an easy decision, but there is not one day I feel guilty for giving him his pill in the morning. I feel guilty if I miss the "magic hour" and he doesn't get it. He is making friends... the best way that he knows how. He missed the "how to make friends" stage of his life because I refused to admit that there was something else there. But he is making friends. He is concentrating and doing excellent in school... he made the Merit Roll last year. He is reading, and not just reading comics (although... there is NOTHING wrong with that). He is starting to get adventurous and he is actually putting down the video games and doing other things. (He told me that he liked to play the video games because his brain wasn't always "on" when he was playing them.) He wants to play cards, and draw, and make music.

There is such a stigma about your child being medicated for ADHD. Hell, ADHD in general still has a stigma attached to it. Even from those that are nearest and dearest to me make the occasional comment about how it seems that every child they know has it. In all actuality, it is only a small percentage of children aged 4-17 have been diagnosed with ADHD. There is so much negative surrounding this diagnosis, many forget the positive... and there is such a well of positive.

For instance, Butter is extremely creative. He wants to play with my paper and make things. Not scrapbook per se, but he wants to make books, and boxes, and... things. He draws and he will keep at it until what he saw in his mind is what is on the paper. He loves to go to Home Depot weekend with his grandfather. He is just so uber creative...

He is caring. We were watching Up, and there was this part towards the end that my water works started. Jelly told me that I better not cry during Toy Story 3 (I did), Banana told me to basically knock it off, but Butter, he teared up too and asked me to stop because he hated to see me cry. He came and sat by me for the rest of the movie, and as long as his sister and brother weren't looking, he held my hand.

He is a very strange mixture of class clown and being introverted. He does things left and right to try and make us laugh, but he is perfectly content to be on his own. He is such an AWESOME kid. I mean truly incredible creature, and what is so amazing is that this his true self shining through. What Butter is now is what was always there... we just had to find the bridge to take us there.

There is so much...

I can't divulge everything now... I wish I could. There are still things that The Chef and I need to talk about, things that need to be discussed and decided... Important grown up things, this is going to impact everyone things, no one and everyone will be happy things... we are going to make people cry things.

I want to hug the ones that this is going to hurt and tell them that this isn't about them... and I wish it could have worked out. I want to tell them that the only way things will change between us, if if they let them. But I know people are still going to be hurt, and upset... and to be 100% honest, I am hurt and upset...

I am getting the house packed... slowly our lives from the last 3 years are being packed away and sealed into boxes... Boxes that will carry us into the future, a future where I will not be crazy, I will make better decisions, a future where I will see rainbows every now and again... because constantly looking at this grey sky is starting to wear on the mind and soul.

I regret going crazy after Pineapple was born. More than I have regretted anything in a long time, I regret not reaching out for The Chef and telling them that I was not alright. Sure, I whispered it to him when the lights were low but even as I did, I knew that it was not enough. I just couldn't bring words to it when he looked at me. I regret for pushing those who loved me away, and not telling them that I needed them more than ever. They stuck by me though, they were there when I finally found my way out of the rabbit hole, and I love them more than they will ever know because of that.

But because I couldn't follow the bubbles to find my way to the surface for so long, The Chef and I have quite a few decisions to make. Because I was just a shell, my family has to pay for the mistakes I made. It's a heavy burden to carry.

The only thing I can do is tell those who love me, that I love them too. The only thing I can do is just make the best of the situation as it is sitting in front of me. The only thing I can do is make sure is that I will never let it happen again. I make this promise to my friends, my children, my family and most importantly, my husband. I have to remember that even though these next few decisions will hurt, they are a necessity.

All I can do is swear that I will never put the people I love in this position again...

...This I swear by the stars.

The Creativity Crisis - Newsweek

According to this article: The Creativity Crisis - Newsweek even though our children are getting smarter, they are getting less and less creative.

Interesting eh?

Good

After my recap last night with Slidell (We finished up Season One last night), I decided to try and write some fanfiction. I have been writing fanfic to help get the juices flowing, and to remind me that words ROCK! I have this idea... I have had it for a while... so I tried last night.

Yeah, nothing. Molly skipped town... again.

I said screw it, and started on It. You know which one I am talking about. It was hard at first, and I must have rewritten the first paragraph at least 4 or 5 times. There is a heavy worded, run on sentence in there where I take you on a tour of all the tenses. But I left it.

I left it and continued on.

Next thing I know, The Chef is up, and he is getting ready for work. I look at the clock. It's 6am.

Holy crap, it's 6 am.

Molly didn't leave, she just wanted me to write the real one.

The Chef asked me if I was up all night writing. I nodded. He gave me a smile and said "Good".

"Good"

The funny thing is, I do feel good. Sure I'm tired, but I did grab a couple of hours of sleep before the babes got up. Besides that is what coffee is for. Right?

I'm going to try and get some more in today... I need too, but I have to remember that the book is my part time job, and taking care of the house and kids is my full time one. That way I can keep everyone happy.

Because I like this... good.

We Are Being Attacked

The Chef is a BYOB guy... 

Brew Your Own Beer.

We have a name for the Brewery... and we have even named some of the beers. In fact, as I write this, I am waiting for a delivery from the beer store... next on tap for me... a Cherry (or Blueberry, I don't remember) Wheat. Shut up I like my fruit infused beers. 

So needless to say we are borderline alcoholics drink some beer. Now, because The Chef brews his own beer, we recycle beer bottles, as in, he bottles and caps them, we then drink them, and then they get rinsed and set aside so he can start the process all over again. He has been doing this for two years, and we finally started marking the caps. As for the taps downstairs... I have no clue what is in them... all I know is that it's yummy. Although I know he knows, I just refuse to get that face when I ask him what they are again. So like I said, we drink, we rinse, and they get stored.

Right now there are 5 or 6 on the kitchen counter, waiting for a bottle box (or milk crate) to free up so they can be put away...

But it's summer....

It doesn't seem to matter how well we rinse the bottles... every summer since he has been doing this, we have been getting these nasty little buggers... the dreaded fruit fly. They like to get their drink on too hang out right by the bottles. 

I know where we get them... my dear mother-in-law buys my babes fruit. She has since we have moved into this house. The kids get a kick out of it, and if she minded she wouldn't do it. So once a week, when they go food shopping, she brings over apples, grapes, strawberries and those effing bananas. 

Yeah... I know that is where they first enter my house... from the damn bananas. But Jelly LOVES bananas... and he will eat all of what she brings in a day if we would let him... 

I'm getting ready to put out the vinegar and bread. I am trying to do a natural approach this year since Pineapple is here instead of pulling out the industrial strength spray can of dumb little annoying drunk fly-b-gone. My Grandmother swears by the stuff so I will give it a shot.

What is the worst that will happen?