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Thursday, 30 August 2007

Liam the "moving, running, climbing and jumping" extrovert

Liam's been showing signs of his extroversion practically since the day he was born, but Chris and I have always wondered if he was just less introverted than us. Could we really have produced an extroverted child?

Well. I've been reading Nurture by Nature (Paul D. Tieger, Barbara Barron-Tieger, & E. Michael Ellovich), a book about figuring out your child's temperament and Myers-Briggs 'types', lent to me by a counselor friend. And yeah. It's pretty clear that he's an extrovert in Myers-Briggs terms. In fact, we're pretty sure he's an 'ENTP' - Extroverted, Intuitive, Thinking, Perceiving*. That makes him the first extrovert in three generations of my family (not counting cousins, and maybe an uncle). No wonder we find him exhausting!

Like the reading I've done on age appropriate behaviours, I find this so useful because it helps me to figure out when my irritation with his behaviour is an appropriate response and when I just need to suck it up.

Let me quote some bits of the ENTP profile:

"ENTP's are typically very active and excitable children. They become more wound up when people come to visit, and appear to get an adrenaline rush from being with others..."

You don't say? We always say all it takes to get Liam completely hyper is for one of his grandparents to enter the room.

And then this is really the money statement from my point of view:

"While ENTP [preschoolers] are exciting and stimulating children... because they grow bored quickly, they are rarely happy to play alone for any extended period of time. When they're awake, they seek constant interaction and engagement. [Uh huh.] They may talk so much, and so loudly, that it can sometimes feel like just too much of a good thing. [Oh god yes.] Because ENTPs think out loud, they can't help but interrupt adults to ask the many questions or make the numerous comments that just pop into their heads. They learn by experience and gentle guidance the subtleties of polite conversation. Their minds work so quickly that being asked or forced to wait their turn to speak often makes them forget what they were going to say. This can make them very frustrated, angry and tearful. Patience is definitely a learned skill for ENTPs."

Oh yeah. Introverted types (me, Chris, Mum, Dad, my step-dad, Chris's dad, my sister and my brother, to name a few), tend to think things through before they are willing to speak. Not all the time, or always completely, but as a generalisation. Extroverted types have trouble thinking without speaking.** Poor Liam. There we are, having adult conversation and not wanting to deal with his interruptions, and there he is, desperate to be interacting, and virtually unable to think without simultaneously speaking.

I like the description in the book of an extroverted girl who was having trouble (ie was disruptive) in school. Her parents suggested that she be paired with a friend to complete her desk work, which made it much easier for her to cope with sitting (relatively) quietly. While of course she would have to learn self-control in these situations, they pointed out the difficulty for her of learning "the life skill of self control" and the class room curriculum at the same time.

And then there's this:

"Because ENTPs are such brave explorers, they are just not very interested in rules or structure that seek to limit or restrict them... ENTPs are also not as motivated as other types to comply with orders simply because they are told to or in order to please their parents or other adults."

Damn. I guess that explains why we always seem to miss out on the developmental stages where the books say kids become so much easier to handle because they start to focus on pleasing their parents (notably ages three and five***).

And reading the section on Perceiving children vs judging children was an eye-opener.

Perceiving children tend to have a stretchy sense of time, get sidetracked in the middle of tasks (or before they start them), and often beg for 'one more minute'. And unlike Judging children, who like structure and rules, "Perceiving children tend to live life in resistance to limits. They are constantly pushing the edges of acceptable behaviour, incessantly questioning the reason for rules..." This is all Liam to a T. We find it so frustrating when it takes him half an hour to still not get his PJs on because of all the distractions he finds along the way, and we're both Ps ourselves. Imagine how hard it would be if we were Js!

These also sound familiar:

"Emotionally, ENTP preschoolers tend to get angry more than they get their feelings hurt." Yep.

"ENTP [preschoolers] often use adult or complex speech, sounding more grown-up or sophisticated than their years... Most ENTP toddlers love being read to... and may ask to hear the same story, or particularly dramatic parts of their favourite stories, again and again."

"They like being busy and outdoors and are rarely afraid of getting dirty..."

Uh huh. And finally:

"ENTPs usually need to be moving, running, climbing and jumping at all times. Most would be happy to have a continuous stream of friends and may be happiest with several children around at once."

Oh yeah, that's our Liam.

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*This makes him 3 out of 4 the same as Chris (who's an INTP) and two the same as me (INFP). Though actually we're not 100% sure of the T-F continuum yet, I think that'll become clearer as he gets older - but I think what'll become clearer is that he's a T.

**Edited to add: I should say that I'm sure grown up extroverted types have learned to think without speaking as necessary, but for small people it's hard to have to keep it in.

***Although one of the good things about five has been that he now will sit for quite a while most mornings looking at books all by himself, before we get up, or while we're showering etc. I really can't express how lovely this development is!

Walking

Mikaela broke her step record twice today. This morning she took four steps, beating her previous record of two, and then at lunch time she took five!

'Tis very exciting to watch.

Monday, 27 August 2007

Frustration, but in such a nice life

It's so frustrating.

I get to this point on a Monday night and my desk is looking lived in. I have a pile of books next to me, various articles printed and scribbled on. I've spent two days reading and writing and thinking and I'm feeling immersed in the subjects of my fiction and my theory.

But now, I have to pack up. I have to put all my work away physically, letting this room go back to it's primary function of being a Rolfing studio. And I have to pack it up mentally, and go back to my primary function of being a mother.

In theory I love being a (mostly) at home mother, and I especially love that I don't have to go back to work this time until Mikaela is two, whereas I had to go back when Liam was one (albeit only two days a week). But... It is frustrating knowing that I won't be able to get back to this work in any major way until next Sunday. I might do a little reading in the evenings, but that's about it.

Ironic that one of the things I have just been reading about is the idea of the dichotomy of the work/life balance for mothers, the public/private divide. Is there a less dichotomous way of theorising this split? I don't know, but I'd be interested in a less dichotomous way of living it.

Opening up conversations

Carolyn Ellis, writing about autoethnography, says

...[O]ur goal is to open up conversations about how people live,
rather than close down with a definitive description and analytic statements
about the world as it ‘truly’ exists outside the contingencies of language and
culture. I believe the conversational style of communicating has more
potential to transform and change the world for the better. As a multivoiced
form, conversation offers the possibility of opening hearts and increasing
understanding of difference.
    'Analyzing Analytic Autoethnography: An Autopsy', Ellis, Carolyn S.; Bochner, Arthur P., Journal Of Contemporary Ethnography, vol. 35, no. 4, pp. 429-449, August 2006, p. 435.

I think my central narrator in the fiction I'm working on may be an autoethnographer, so I'm doing a bit of research into what the hell it is.

The spacious present

...[I]ndividuals always act in the briefest of moments, the here-and-now present. However, individuals’ actions of the present moment emerge from understandings of pasts and anticipations of future selves pursuing future lines of action. The present can be very spacious.
    'Introduction to Two Thematic Issues: Defective Memory and Analytical Autoethnography' by Hunt, SA an Junco, NR, in Journal of Contemporary Ethnography, 35:4, August 2006, referencing Mead, GH, Mind, self, and society, 1934.

Sunday, 26 August 2007

Narrating lives

One of the key functions of master narratives is that they offer people a way of identifying what is assumed to be a normative experience. In this way, such storylines serve as a blueprint for all stories; they become the vehicle through which we comprehend not only the stories of others, but crucially of ourselves as well. ...  How can we make sense of ourselves, and our lives, if the shape of our life story looks deviant compared to the regular lines of the dominant stories?
  Molly Andrews in Considering Counter-Narratives: Narrating, resisting, making sense, edited by Michael Bamberg and Molly Andrews


Thursday, 23 August 2007

Speaking of Mikaela..

She just took her first step this morning!

I'm truly not anxious for her to get any more mobile than she is, but at the same time, it is exciting to watch.

Wednesday, 22 August 2007

Cruisey: quick Mikaela update before I forget (updated)

Movement: In the past two or three weeks Mikaela has gotten really good at cruising furniture and walking holding onto someone's hands. Two days ago she climbed up onto our low sofa for the first time. Yesterday she stood up by herself (ie got up to standing with nothing to push or pull herself up on). She can stand unsupported for a few seconds at a time.

Conversation: words Kaely is reported to have approximated include: mama (sometimes mummy; clearly, but not only to mean me), daddy (or diddy), cat (dat), ball (definitely), bird (only my mum has heard her say this), and Liamy/Liam (Mimi,  updated to add: or Iam), updated to add: hello (I think this is a bit doubtful myself). I think that's it so far.

Updated to add: I also meant to say that she babbles on now exactly like she's talking, but usually with no recognisable words. Gets all the intonations right and everything. Also she has taken to screeching with a vengeance. And she shakes her head for 'no', but doesn't nod (though often I think she claps for 'yes' - she loves to clap).

Nutrition: She is a completely different eater to Liam, and eats heaps more than he did at this age. She also breast feeds less - sometimes several times in a morning, or other times not at all in the morning (today she didn't nurse until exactly midday). Nonetheless she has followed the same curve on the weight charts as Liam, except because she was at about the 90th percentile at six weeks, she's still on the chart now (but down to the third percentile). They have both stuck to around the 30th percentile for height.

Monday, 20 August 2007

Knuckling down (or not)

Sometimes I seem to spend half the day faffing around, checking email, looking for (say) Australian adoption blogs (this is actual research), making tea, reading first chapters of authors I'd like to be, checking email, making tea, looking at exercises in the wonderful Hazel Smith book (maybe even doing a few, but with limited success), checking email, checking facebook, and so on. Then, in the last hour or two of the day I suddenly make some connection and write a thousand or so good words. Oh sure, they'll need an edit or two (or seven or eight) but the idea is there, the emotion is there. Or I come out here the next morning, and suddenly figure out how to do something I've been wrestling with for a while, and am able to sit and write it, bringing a whole lot of things together.

So the question is, did I need to do all that faffing around to get to the good bits, or if I'd knuckled down a bit sooner would I have gotten 5000 good words written?

Sunday, 19 August 2007

A lonely room of my own

Today I am writing in the massage room. I've already been out here for nearly fifty minutes when I hear Chris leave with the kids. Liam has a swimming lesson.

I love being out here, away from the disturbing noise of playing, crying, yelling, banging, singing, falling. And I'm happy to have a writing day today. I look forward to this all week. I've already had an idea for my work and written about five hundred words.

So why, when I hear my family leaving to go to the pool, do I feel lonely and sad?

Monday, 13 August 2007

Splintered selves

What is the point of changing the subject position in this way? Most significantly it explodes, at a fundamental and grammatical level, the idea of an unproblematic, unified self. It emphasises that we all consist of split, or even splintered, selves.
       Hazel Smith, The Writing Experiment, Allen and Unwin, Crows Nest, 2005, p. 93.

Note to self: this could be a useful idea in writing this motherhood piece I am working on.

Tuesday, 07 August 2007

Pseudonymous no more

Over the years I've been blogging there've been discussions now and again about the benefits of being anonymous vs not.

I've always been semi-pseudonymous. Kay was a nickname given me by an IRL friend years and years ago, but rarely used (except as 'K' in letters). From time to time I've fessed up to my real name, though I don't think I've ever actually put my full name on this blog (not wanting to be googled, see).

In recent years though, it's started to get confusing. First there was my family's blog, on Blogger. They didn't like that my posts and comments came from this "Kay" person. It was confusing. But I'd been Kay online so long at that point that I now had IRL friends who called me Kay. And if I changed my name in my Blogger profile, then all the other blogger blogs I commented on regularly wouldn't know who I was. So I became "Kay aka Kirsten." A rather ungraceful compromise.

But now. Now I have discovered Facebook. Only I've discovered it by being 'invited' to join by an IRL friend (the same one who gave me that nickname years ago, funnily enough). And it wouldn't really work as a way to rediscover old school friends (for eg) if I registered there with an online pseudonym would it? But, on the other hand, most of the people I am going to know on Facebook are going to be bloggers, many of whom won't have a clue who I am if I 'poke' them from my real name. Damn. 'Real' life and the internet have finally collided.

So, henceforth I am going by my given name, here, there and everywhere. It's Kirsten.  But you can still call me Kay if you like. :)

Friday, 03 August 2007

Grandad

I recently discovered that my Grandad has a Wikipedia entry. How cool. It doesn't say much, I'll have to dig up some more information and add it. I also discovered (via the entry) that he was Australian of the Year in 1977. You'd think I'd know something like that.

Instead I know things like the time he saw the ghost at Government House (and it wasn't just him, the security guard saw it too); I know how he used to hide his Vitamin B tablet under his wine glass at lunch and pretend to Nanna that he'd taken it - ostensibly to avoid it/annoy her, but really to entertain us; I know that he used to tell great stories about Flatfoot, Fleetfoot and Floppyfoot, three rabbits he claimed to know, and about Chestnut, the horse who lived at the end of his street. I tell stories about them to Liam now, although mostly I am required to add faries and sometime hobgoblins to the mix (Grandad used to always blame the hobgoblins for things like hiding his Vit b tablet).

I don't think those are the sorts of details Wikipedia would be interested in though. I'll have to dig out an old copy of Who's Who and see what it has to say.

Wednesday, 01 August 2007

Anti-Racist Parent meme

A meme from Anti-Racist Parent. I don't do meme's much (mostly I'm just too lazy and they're too long or two hard), but this one looks well worth a go...

1. I am:
Basically a several-generation-Anglo-Australian - I think I may have a great-grandparent from New Zealand, and maybe a great-great-grandparent from Scotland.

2. My kids are:

Pretty much the same, except with Pennsylvanian & Irish blood on their Dad's side (also basically Anglo).

3. I first started thinking more about race, culture, and identity when:

This is hard to answer. Incrementally over the years. Canberra (where I live and grew up, though I haven't been here the whole time) is a very white, middle class town - so I grew up somewhat colour-blind, not that I knew that term before the last decade.

I think probably I started thinking about them more when I went to uni, more still when I lived in the US, and more again once I had kids of my own (back in Canberra) and had to start thinking about how to be an anti-racist (and anti-sexist) parent. Especially when I noticed that almost all our (mostly hand-me-down) books depicted solely or mostly white kids.

4. People think my name is:

Last name: Scottish/Irish, which makes it one of many in Australia.

5. The family tradition I most want to pass on is:

Love of books and learning. And voting liberally (not Liberally!).

6. The family tradition I least want to pass on is:

Our depression-mentality packrat nature - it runs in both families and means our house is in a constant mess. I will de-clutter I will declutter I will de-clutter...

7. My child’s first word in English was:

Liam: Bwr (flower), Mikaela: ball

8. My child’s first non-English word was:

Liam: bonjour (he was learning how to say hello in a bunch of languages - actually French may not have been the first one, but it's the only one I retained!)

Mikaela: We're still stuck on ball...

9. The non-English word/phrase most used in my home is:

Gute nacht, meine leibe

10. One thing I love about being a parent is:

Listening to my kids giggle, especially when they are doing it together (which usually means Liam's tickling Mikaela)

11. One thing I hate about being a parent is:

Juggling me-time with them-time, and never having enough of either one.

12. To me, being an anti-racist parent means:

At this point it means trying to ensure my kids grow up knowing that people look, think, talk and live all different ways and that our way isn't better than someone else's. As they grow older it also means actively educating them about systemic discrimination and the reality of the racist culture we live in. And like someone else said on the anti-racist parent site, it means constantly evaluating my own prejudices and assumptions.

Federal government sticks its nose in other people's business again

The federal minister for education, Julie Bishop, has asked the ACT to institute HSC-like end-of-year-12 exams within two years, or risk losing federal funding.

Here in the ACT we have had a system of continuous assessment through year 11 & 12 for 30 odd years, and we like it just fine, thank you very much. There is a single scaling test that students take towards the end of year 12, which allows grades to be standardised across schools, but students' individual results in that test do not impact them.

There is no evidence that an HSC style exam is better. None. The ACT supports the move to a national curriculum. But that doesn't mean everyone has to sit the same test.

Andrew Barr, ACT education minister, has reportedly said that we will not be moving to the exam system, but please show your support. You can email Andrew Barr expressing your support, or send  a message to Julie Bishop or th PM expressing your outrage at their typically meddlesome pigheadedness and bully boy tactics dismay at their shortsighted policy.