I’m back to work. *SIGH* I was really enjoying my recuperation. I had my own personal Buffy marathon going on. I miss Buffy and Angel and evil Spike (I’m only part way through Season 2.) C’est la vie.
This morning Monkey had two escorts into the classroom. Two of the little girls in his class arrived just as we did. Duhdee and Monkey stayed outside with them for a minute to give me a chance to go talk to the teacher. I had to ask Monkey’s teacher to stop greeting him in the mornings. We had noticed that he was increasingly upset about going to school and we realized that it started right about the time she began to get down at his level when he walked through the door and basically force eye contact. She didn’t touch him, she just would not get up and walk away until he made eye contact, no matter how much he squirmed. Not good.
The talk went fine, she is OK with backing off during the transition period. I was worried that I would have to point out that it is in his IEP for a reason. I can’t seem to do this without feeling snarky and I don’t want to be snarky with his teacher. I really like her. Hopefully he will relax in the mornings again. He does fine with her the rest of the day…it’s just that first minute or two that it takes to get him through the dooor and get his backpack hung up.
So, anyway, Duhdee and Monkey arrived a few minutes after me. Monkey had a girl on each arm right up until they walked through the door. He was in heaven. He is serious trouble ladies. Between the sunny nature, the cherub-like cheeks and those curls…big, BIG trouble.
Yes, look at his parents — two of the best looking people I know. You both have your attributes that attracts the opposite sex. Oh well, yeah those curls are definitely a ladies downfall.
i hope monkey is doing better through all of this happening to him!
Glad you like his teacher so much and that she was respectful of your request. Sometimes I wonder the point of the IEPs. Can we say “legality”?
Yeah, IEP means more and more paperwork that never seems to get you anywhere but sometimes you are glad it had been written and discussed in the first place.
I spent many hours discussing situations with teachers only to find out I knew more about my children than they did. Go figure??
Hopefully, the little man is having a better week walking into class.