Wednesday, May 19, 2010


Audrey has taken to describing everything as "scary" lately. It definitely pushes a button with me because she does have a lot of anxiety, and I try to nip these things in the bud as much as possible before they progress into full-blown irrational fears. If I don't stay on top of it, I can end up with a kid that won't cross the threshold of a room with something green in it, or play a certain key on the piano, or allow us to pause the TiVo, without reacting like someone's coming at her with a goalie mask and a hatchet. I can live without the color green or her becoming a piano prodigy, but the TiVo is staying sister.

I'm not going to be played for a sap, like when she described her occupational therapy sessions as scary. And then there was this yesterday, "I think paying attention to the teachers at school is a little bit scary." Riiiiight.