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It’s Write in the Genes

82SSW8CAJEIDU9CAFIGB68CA34USVPCAKFQ3XJCA545AKNCA5C2DJ4CAH9UTODCABW1M93CA45DJ67CAWF0EKWCAQ9CDW0CA6BNTUPCABL982DCACTHT22CA7G2FADCAA23NBCCAJE6CRKCABK50VNCA4X11CYWhen Full Speed started kindergarten within the first two weeks his teacher pulled me aside.  She was sincerely concerned about his fine motor skills and wondered if his vision was impacting his abilities to print (it wasn’t, his handwriting was just that bad).  Naturally I responded in the only way I knew how.  I teared up, went home and called everyone I knew to whine and complain about this horrible injustice.  Yeah, my denial phase about Full Speed’s printing was pretty short-lived.  Once I got over myself, I set my overachiever self on a mission to make him the best 5-year-old printer in America.  Let’s just say, I had mixed results and it tested my relationship with him in not the best of ways.  Ultimately, what I realized is would I rather have a super awesome kid like Full Speed, or a regular kid that is a super awesome printer?  Hands down, I would choose Full Speed every single time.

Full Speed is now an energetic third grader.  His handwriting is still questionable at best, but he lives with such joy and enthusiasm, I don’t really mind.  For instance, he had his first brush with standardized state testing and handled it like a rock star.  He was calm, cool and confident.  Thank goodness he didn’t inherit my anxiety genes (but I can print like nobody’s business!).  To help prepare the class for the Big Test, his teacher requested parents send in encouraging handwritten notes.  I assigned day two of the test to Mad Dog.  He wrote a great little note about how Full Speed was growing into a fine young man and that he was an excellent big brother.  While Full Speed’s teacher appreciated Mad Dog’s note, she had an interesting take on it.  She told Full Speed she now understood where he inherited his handwriting skills.  According to what she read from the note, Full Speed was not an excellent big brother, but rather a big bother.

Interestingly enough, if you ask T.Puzzle he confirms this.





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Motor Out, Baby!

Full Speed loves kindergarten.  He is reading, enjoying math and attempting to write.  His writing is more like hieroglyphics than the actual written English language.  I’d like to say what he lacks in style he makes up in enthusiasm (not so!).  Sitting at a table and practicing handwriting is pretty excruciating when all you’d rather do is get up and run.

I know he can do it.  He knows he can do it.  He just doesn’t WANT to do it.

I’m trying all sorts of activities to keep him interested in strengthening his fine motor skills.  Lacing objects is great because it uses all the same muscles as writing and hones visual perception  (or something like that).

I even have T.Puzzle in on the action.  His fine motor skills will be off the chain when he hits kindergarten, or will they?

Check out how it all went down as my boys attempted to lace a wooden slice of pizza:

I found it highly entertaining.  At that moment I could care less about proper letter formation.  All I could do was laugh.

So I did.