I was going to stay off of this post. I typed yesterday and deleted it, but today ----
You see, I can't be the only one who sneaks away to text my dh, "WHY DOES MATH HAVE TO INVOLVE SINGING?!?!?!?!"
And you can guess what the answer is -- "LOL"
My dh and I went to Carol Barnier together last year. He LOVED it! He says he would love to meet that kid because he's just like him! And just so you know, when my dh helps out our dd with her AWANA verses, they may start out on the couch, but eventually he's talking to her heiny! (Get Carol's book.)
As much as I would love to put all the blame for the fidget gene off onto dh, when I was working as an engineer I was repeatedly asked to stop clicking my eraser. Now, I ask you -- why do you think they call them "Clik Erasers" then??? I will never give one of those to my dd!
And the noise. Oy. She makes up a song to go with every math page. She may go through eight Singapore pages in a day, and each one will have a little ditty. But how do you complain if she's doing 4 lessons per day in 20 minutes? She's doing the work. She just narrates as she goes. She pretty much narrates life as she goes. And documents much of it! She now asks me how to spell words that I have no idea to spell. She's 9. I had to turn down an invitation to a silent lunch by the homeschool sign language club, because the rule was that you had to pay a quarter every time you said something. We couldn't afford to go!
I got her a cushy seat to sit on for school time. Now she sits on the chair and puts the cushy seat on the floor so she can play with it with her feet while she's working.
Anybody wanna talk about how these kids feel about tags in their clothing? Or seams across the toes of their socks? Or how they can get their feelings hurt over an injustice that you didn't even see happen?
Anyway. There's a bunch of crazy people in our family, self included. Sensory, stimmy, loud crazy people. And we're all considered normal adults by our peers. The only suggestion I have is to get yourself something to wring with your hands, because you can cause wrinkles by putting your hands on your face too much and it gets too much dirt in your hair to be contantly rubbing your hands through it or pulling it. Oh, goodness -- I told you I was stimmy, too.
I would separate the noise issue from the attitude issue. Bad attitudes get punished at our house. If you can't change your bad attitude, then you can go to your room where you're not sharing it with anyone. (That's why I make sure my room is so comfy.)
Actually, in your room by yourself with a bad attitude is a great place to pray. And pray. And pray. Because it takes God's grace to change a bad attitude, even for our kids. Usually a time-out followed by a high protein snack and some giggling really helps. That's my only advice on that. I'd make sure everyone is getting a good balanced diet and enough sleep. And pray.