It started so innocently.
A few months ago, we implemented a behavior chart to work on some issues we were having. Daniel’s first reward for earning a certain number of stars (30) was the return of his train table, removed to our upstairs bonus room due to repeated bad behavior. Ask me how much I enjoy carrying that table upstairs and back down again while managing not to destroy it, fall down the stairs or curse out my husband.
We needed a reward for the times when the train table had not been removed though. Something simple. One reward was a train we had set aside from the holidays. Another reward was a new book. About the same time, Daniel’s day care class studied the ocean and ocean creatures, and he became infatuated with starfish. Charmed, we found a stuffed starfish on Amazon and that became another reward for reaching 30 stars.
Pleased with his new starfish, Daniel requested another one. A purple one specifically (it’s his favorite color). The frantic Googling began. We found a dog toy. A cat toy stuffed with cat nip. Um, no. Amazon let us down that time, so I turned to the next logical source: Etsy.
Unsurprisingly, there were several stores hawking stuffed starfish. I scrutinized each one for suitability, vetoing all of them except one store. He made stuffed sea creatures, including hats and Christmas tree ornaments. He had adorable mini starfish. He didn’t have one in purple, but I messaged him, and he said he could do it. He emailed me color samples. We ordered three: one in the desired purple and two more in blue and red for back up. It was easy. We had the new starfish a few days later.
Daniel was thrilled with his new purple starfish and named him “Flynn.” As we had suspected, he asked for more starfish. Pleased with ourselves for ordering two more, we rewarded him with each one as he reached 30 stars on his chart. Eventually, we had Mommy Starfish and 3 baby starfish.
Then he asked for more starfish in different colors. I returned to my dealer and ordered 3 more in green, orange and yellow. In due time, Daniel was rewarded with those three as well. Now we had 6 baby starfish and 1 mommy starfish. Daniel made up a language for them, and they speak in a high-pitched, shrill voice. Last night I told Jimmy that “this is what it sounds like when starfish cry.”
Daniel soon asked for another starfish, in white this time. Again, we decided it was better to buy in bulk and I returned to my dealer to buy neutrals this time: white, gray and tan. Last week, Casper the white starfish joined our family. Last night, Mavis the gray starfish joined. We have one more to go.
I’m afraid we’re running out of colors. I envision starfish covering his bed, lounging in the “ocean” as he calls the blue blanket on his bed.
Starfish are kind of creepy. Thanks to our new starfish book, I learned they have no eyes or nose and only a mouth. They surround their prey and pry open its shell to eat it. They regenerate their arms when they lose one (that’s been fun to explain to Daniel. We hope he doesn’t attempt to observe it by removing one of his starfish’s arms). They seem to be the definition of form over function.
But Daniel loves them. Apparently Mommy Starfish mated with Daddy Whale to produce them. He takes one or two to day care with him every day. They make him happy. So we put up with our increasing starfish population, and I’m grateful to have a dealer in California who can make and ship them quickly.
Now, for a few links:
- FUNNY WOMEN #98: Classic Novels Rejected by Modern Publishing Houses I could so easily see these novels receiving that feedback today
- How Much do Cats Actually Kill? When I read this, I laughed so hard I cried. At work. My coworkers were concerned, but then I sent it to them and they laughed too.
- Why everyone should learn to code: an event recap. I agree 100% with this recap and was pleased to see English and linguistics majors highlighted as being very good coders. I was never a creative writer type of English major, but when I became a web developer (something that shocked the hell out of me), I often told people that coding allowed me to make pictures with language in a way I’d never been able to before.
- 10 of the Coolest Librarians Alive and 10 More of the Coolest Librarians Alive
- It can be difficult to be liberal in the South when many you know, are related to or grew up with are much more conservative as Misty proves in her great post Starbucks, equality and lost ‘friends’. I had a similar situation happen with the Chick-Fil-A debacle.
- I almost cried (again at work) when I read Law Momma’s post The Keeper. So very raw but beautiful.
Now I have to figure out what I’m serving with lamb for Easter tomorrow. Any ideas? I’d like to do something different from what I usually do, but I suspect it will end up being green beans of some sort, garlic-rosemary mashed potatoes and something else. We are creatures of habit.
PS: I’m feeling a lot better about the work situation this week. I think it will be OK, and I’m starting to feel excited about the possibilities. Change is hard and sucks, but we’re all working hard to make sure we are still able to collaborate. I feel a wee bit less diminished than I did. At least this week.
Have a great Easter!