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Christian Allen Daggett

I have a hammer! I can put things together! I can knock things apart! I can alter my environment at will and make an incredible din all the while! Ah, it's great to be male!

Calvin & Hobbes

Christian was our first real 'baby' foster baby, he was just 2 days old when Christy brought him home. He was born on January 8th, 1990. He had a pretty rough time for the first 3-6 months. I could get really rantfull (I made that word up) here about his biological egg donor but this is an upbeat Web-Page.....

As soon as he could roll over he started practicing what has become his trademark. He is a dare-devil. He is totally and utterly fearless, I knew he would be a hand full by the way he learned to navigate when he started crawling. He had a real simple method, he just put his head down and crawled lickity split until he hit something, I honestly thought he was going blind, took him in to be checked ... 20/20.

Christy's favorite story is about when 'Lumpy' was 2, Christy was in the living room with a social worker, as they were talking the social worker said "it sounds like someone is on your roof." They went out side and Christian was on the roof running back and fourth laughing, the harder Christy and the Social Worker tried to get him down he more he ran the harder he laughed. She finally had to get up on the ladder and coax him to the edge. Things have not gotten better .....

He has more bumps, lumps, cuts and scratches than all the rest of the kids put together. He has no sense for his own well-being. I nicknamed him "Lumpy" and that's what every one calls him now. He is a happy-go-lucky (Where did that phrase originate, anybody know?) He hates shoes and takes them off even in the winter, his feet are like steel belted radials, he is a real fast runner and watching him tear down a dirt road barefoot keeping up with the dogs is an stimulating sight to behold. He is Huck Finn, Tom Sawyer, and Evil Kinevil rolled into one.

Mrs., Chinn, his Kindergarten teacher, thought he was a mute. He didn't talk at school for the first three weeks. Christian was a model student and getting very good grades. He is a bright, clever and extremely quick-witted... I started calling him Doodle a while back because his mind always seemed to be off somewhere doodling around... he is endlessly creative, he makes things out of the stuff we throw away, he is constantly building something. I never find any nails (Or hammers or saws or wrenches or screwdrivers) in my shed because he takes them to build forts.... and ramps and catapults.. He came up to me singing;

 

Lumpy Doodle went to Acton, riding on a poodle, 

Put a feather in his hat and called it macaroni, 

Lumpy Doodle keep it up, Lumpy Doodle Daggett...

 My dad would be laughing now thinking "Pay-back is a bitch isn't it Pete"

Christian started having trouble in about the 3rd grade when he wouldn't do homework... or he would do his homework and then leave it at home... He started getting bad report cards and was having a hard time coping with his teachers... actually we were having a hard time coping with his teachers too. Christian has been diagnosed as ADHD and he has Oppositional Defiant Disorder too... 

Example:

When I had my shoulder surgery I wanted to take him with me to Home Depot to help carry stuff... so I told him to stay home, He threw a fit and made me take him with me... When I got there I said "Christian, You stay in the car and watch out that nobody bangs it with a car door... He threw a fit and demanded to come into the store with me... He is wise to me now but I can still out-think him in most cases... sometimes he just gets confused because he doesn't understand how I can get him five miles down the road doing things he doesn't want to do. He gets mad, but by then it's too late...

So... by the 5th grade we had to take him out of school. The school appeared to have no strategies to deal with him, and were unwilling or unable to cope with his energy... Christian was not getting challenged at school, and he was getting far too much negative stimulation... he is Oppositional... He can be directed but he can't be steered, his instinct is to rebel at authority and Acton School is the personification of an authoritarian institution, it is about as progressive and responsive as the Roman Catholic Church   ..  ... Christy is trying to Home School him and she really has her hands full... he is at grade level in some areas and doing high school work in others.

Christian and I do not get along as well as I would like... he always seems to be getting in my face about something... he has to be hand fed his medication and is like something out of the Exorcist without it...

2004

Christian graduated from the Adventist Junior Academy (8th grade) in June. He is attending High School in Newberry Park, in August. He goes down there on Sunday and comes back on Friday