After many hours of chick trying to give me the silent treatment, she caved. The fact that I made really yummy oatmeal cookies and her favorite dinner, eggplant parmigiano, might have helped. The house smelt fantastic by the time she got home and I noticed that after she had her dinner and a couple of cookies, she had planted herself at the kitchen table to finish her art homework instead of on her bedroom floor. By the end of the evening, she was asking for my help with her painting for GCSE and chatting away like normal.
The other relief is with young rooster and GCSE/AS's. Rooster and I met with a very helpful advisor at school yesterday and I think we have all come up with a plan to get the boy through the next 2 years. Not everyone is cut out for the Ivy League. We just have to do the best with what we have and so will he.
Puppy is getting on well with training though the little sausages that I they recommend for training, made her spastic and I won't be using those any more. She socialized very well with an Irish wolfhound giant puppy and loved a little boxer puppy. I came away with a wicked headache due to many puppies barking, but otherwise, yah for Cadi. Best of all, my other two dogs haven't eatten her yet even though she has eatten through all their toys!
Poor pig-gutted in a matter of minutes!
I hope the rest of my week goes as well.
It's a good thing for all parents to remember that not all kids are cut out for Ivy League. Sometimes we put too much pressure on the poor guys. Pleased to hear the pup is socializing well - that's a great start and the destruction will soon stop, once teething and general bounciness has subsided. Perhaps we should use the same adage for our dogs - not all are cut out for Ivy League!!
ReplyDeleteOOF! First, your daughter is beautiful - you're in for a world of hurt on the boy front. She's only 14, dear me! I was a nightmare at that age so I feel for you - I do. But I think it's wonderful that she came around and forgot all about the train and the boy (for a while). In 15 years she won't even be able to recall his name. It's a good thing you're keeping a log of this. Just think of all the laughter you'll have over wine when she's older. that's what my mother and I do.... Remember when you snuck out of the house and went to Bradley Higg's parrty? Hardehar. What a hoot (now!)
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