Thursday, November 28, 2013

Photo Bomb

Lennier and Delenn

Kif watching around the corner.

Under Willow's bed.

Happy Hannukah!

I just wrapped these minutes ago!

Thanksgiving and Hannukah converging--won't happen for 7,000+ years.










NOW, random photos:


Willow's portrait of our family.

At the pet store before we got the kittens...Michael picked out the collars!

Willow breading fish like a pro!

Going to bed, finding someone already there!

Eating a clementine in new pjs!

Shampooing horses hair.

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Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Meet the Kittens!

Since Gabby died, we have been thinking about getting a kitten.  It took a while to be at a place to do so.  For about three weeks now we have been looking at adoption and shelter websites.

On Sunday, Chewy found THEM.  (Yes, we only wanted one kitten, but...)

Chewy first saw Lennier and then realized that he had a sister named Delenn.  Truly, this was some good JuJu/Karma/Fate!

Sunday we went and saw them and they are very friendly!  They are from a home where there were children and cats (and their mother was named Ivanova in keeping with the Babylon5 theme).  The kids LOVED them.  They are about four months old and pretty much black, with some grey.

Tonight we picked them up and brought them home.  Luckily we will have a long weekend to help everyone acclimate.  At the moment, they are staying in Michael's room to get used to our house.  Lennier seems to a bit more brave and curious.  Delenn is a bit more shy.  Kif saw them for a few minutes--everyone had a chance to say "hey, this place is mine!"

And now...pictures:

Michael playing with Lennier.



Lennier.

Delenn on top, Lennier on the floor.

Lennier--we can tell because his collar has a bow tie.

Delenn.

Delenn - her collar has a flower on it.

Lennier.




Monday, November 25, 2013

PAIL Bloggers: Monthly Theme Post - November: Parenting - Independent Play

How do you decide how much independent play is best for your child, and how long of a leash do you give them to do that?

I find this PAIL Monthly theme a very interesting one.

I have always felt that parenting is a lot of common sense. Parental duties include getting to know your child, giving your child opportunities to learn and grow through independence and a guiding parental hand.

Parenting should be catered to your child’s individual needs.

Because of when my children were born, I have not really been a part of the trends of “attachment parenting” or “helicopter parenting” – or maybe I just don’t pay attention to the trends….

I just go through trial and error. I know my child.

Or…sometimes, I don’t “know” my child.

When I was a first time mother, my son would not play in the way “independent” or “executive” play as described. I had no idea that anything was different or wrong – I really did not notice anything unusual. I just knew he liked crafts more than pretend; that he LOVED building models in LEGOS (but not necessarily creating something out of them—he liked to stick to the plan). He and I did nature walks and museums and various other adventures. I would always let him take the lead on these adventures—letting him explore things, sometimes directing to something he may not have noticed. He loved to read and his vocabulary was exceptional. He could be left alone to play with cars or dinosaurs (he just would not necessarily come up with elaborate scenarios). Going to the park, he would wish my participation in play. He would prefer to play with me or his father versus other children…although as time went on, he would find one or two children he would want to play exclusively with. In the early years, I just assumed this was part of parenting an only child (while we struggled with Secondary Infertility).

It was not until Second/Third grade that we found out that he had special needs, that he had ADHD and more recently (Middle School) High Functioning Aspergers.

As time has gone on, as my son has struggled with social pragmatics and behavior issues—we found that certain things that would be common and “normal” tactics for parenting, just do not work. For example, he did not like being rewarded with stickers. He has issues with stickers, they annoy him. Also tags on clothes.

When we go out to a restaurant,  after he is done eating, he generally can only sit for so long—and then he excuses himself to go outside to  pace around. I see no harm in it, although I am sure that there are parents who wonder if we are being “lenient”. Especially when they see our reaction to our son when he says something inappropriate to the situation or how we are not so picky about whether he is looking like he is actively listening (testing again this year has found that he does absorb information like a sponge—his can be distracted easily, yet listening). These are not excuses or defenses--the challenges of dealing with a child who is quirky or other wise special needs means that you need to understand, at least a little, what makes them tick (or "tic"), and deal with those special needs with some measure of what will work and what won't.

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With my daughter, she has different levels of play activity--she is imaginative and can play for hours on her own.  It has been a wonder to watch how differently she plays than how my son did.  I enjoy watching her and find that often if she makes me participate, she is not as creative as she is on her own.  I try to be nearby, usually trying to be accessible to her if she wants my input.  And that works for both of us very well.

Most important to me is bringing my children to experiences.  Saturday night we all went to see Japanese Drummers.  I was proud I was one of the few people who brought a young child.  She behaved brilliantly, and she enjoyed it.  She talked about it the next day, making me smile and realize how much fun it is to see the world through her eyes.  With her.





Monday, November 18, 2013

Introspective



I read the words and even touched them, almost as if they were raised cursive and not just ink on paper.  I wonder at the lost art of letter writing, as I read mostly trivial items from years ago that stir emotions in me.  Letters that were written to me at the beginning of my adult life; toward the end of hers.  Letters that I thought lost.   

Found among video discs and photographs.  On a whim, for a distraction for her—I put a random disc in. Transported to 2009 and July.  Summer and children that were different/same.  His voice, a child’s voice.  I had forgotten it.

Again a random disc.  Still 2009, but earlier.  February and his birthday party.  Webkinz were his obsession then.  He is clutching them, while she babbles and toddles around the living room table.  He places them on the table, reciting the names to me.  I had forgotten, but I am reminded.  Some of his mannerisms—they are still present in his future.  Some of what they were/are is still here/there.

I time travelled this weekend.

It was bittersweet.  



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Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Things to Remember...



“1. We're all temporary. We have to enjoy people and allow them to enjoy us, before it's too late.
2. One question should determine any given day's activities: On my deathbed, will I be happy I spent time doing this?
3. Work-life balance is a false choice. It's all life. If you suffer at your job, get a new job. If you can't, get a new attitude. And if your principal complaint is the people you live or work with, see number one.”
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I saw this quote a few months ago.  It was in a Huffington Post article, I think.  I just cut and pasted the quote into a word document and left it on my desktop at work.  To occasionally look at and remind myself.  I needed the reassurances, because I struggle with these three items every day.  So in that spirit, here are some random thoughts.

I am not in-like with my job, but at this point in time, I need to stay at this position until I can get something else (which will be an uphill battle for another time—perhaps next year?)

I always struggle balancing between being the organizer/disciplinarian in our family and allowing myself and others to simply enjoy BEING

I loved spending time with the kids yesterday.  Nothing very special happened, just the time to be with them.   Well, the “special” included watching “Captain America” in hopes of a bit of Veterans Day feel—until my son HAD to watch the Riff Trax version; going to Friendlys for breakfast; Willow getting a balloon and being very,  very protective of it until the end of the day—in which she and I had a wonderful “bop the balloon” contest which ended in a POP---oh and Willow peeing in laughter on the swings and me wondering at first if it was raining….so normal stuff, really.

Both my children have beautiful singing voices.  I need to remember to get them to sing more often (with Willow that is not too hard right now—she tends to sing about almost anything, including random every day stuff like doing homework and playing with her toys).  I also need to remember to take out the video camera more often to get these precious moments down.

I bought Michael a pretty frivolous gift for the holidays.  He wanted it and I warned him that because of the expense it would be probably one of the few gifts.  And I could not help but get it for him—because, dammit, he is 14 years old and how many more times will he ask for LEGOs as his expensive gift?! 
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Tuesday, November 05, 2013

Thursday, October 31, 2013

Halloween 2013

This was a different Halloween for us.  We split up -- I went with Willow to a friend's house to go Trick or Treating and Michael and Chewy went out, bought a pumpkin, carved it and watched a scary movie.

Michael is now old enough he doesn't want to go out really--but still wanted a scary mask.  Willow is prime Trick or Treating material.

I went out with her and three of her friends.  It was a bit wet (it was a bit rainy) so there were a few slips and slides, and shoes being wet.  There was a point where I told them about being the Four Musketeers so that they would hopefully try to stay together...but there was always one straggler.

At one point, someone had to go potty in the middle of the route--no where near the host family's house.  A very kind couple who had their house decked out let her go in to use their bathroom--and then let Willow and another girl also use it.

We got back to the house, had some candy and went home.  Where we got to see a pumpkin Michael carved...and we watched a Halloween show...

and now...the kids are asleep and we are going to have some candy and maybe watch something scary.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!








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Wednesday, October 30, 2013

PAIL Bloggers - Monthly Theme - October: Birth Story

I thought this was an interesting theme to participate in as I am definitely far away from the experience of the Birth Story....to read other stories, please click HERE.

I have always felt like Birth Plans are a waste of time. Which is ironic for me--since I am usually an organized "planning" type of person.  But I think that perhaps I my feelings on this particular issue is because any plans I had for the birth of first child....well, they all went out the window!

It started on a Thursday, three weeks before.  It was supposed to be my last "once a month" check up with the Doctor.  After this check up, it would be once a week.  Everything seemed to go fine until the blood pressure check.  Our plans for the evening (having people over) were abruptly changed as I spent a night at the hospital to see if they could get the BP in check.  

The diagnosis was pre-eclampsia.  The week or more left of work was no more. I was on strict bed rest.  

Considering that my husband and I had moved 800 miles away from any family--that made it even more tough. 
I was fine for the about a week and a half--I read comic books, watched movies, television, played board games, read books and magazines.  And then I was bored.  And more sick.  The rest.not.so.fun.

After that came the pitocin induction, the being hooked up to machines and not being able to move (bye bye walking around during the birth, bye bye whirlpool).  No medications...I was all into non-natural child birth--but I got to have the taste, oh yeah, no pain meds for me!!  12 hours.  10 cm.  And my son was in distress.  Exhausted, tired and worried.  It was time for the emergency c-section.  The epidural from hell. While in surgery, feeling like I was going to die...I was going to swallow my tongue I knew it.

And finally.  finally, my son.  My son blue and being rushed to make sure he was okay.  And he was. And he was bundled on my chest, wrapped in blankets.  I breast fed him 1/2 hour later.

I also was violently ill, felt the chills and shakes. I don't remember the rest of the day, as it was spent in a morphine drip induced haze.  

TAKE TWO

That experience, that birth story did influence the choices I made nine years later.  The experience with my daughter--a planned c-section, went very smoothly. I was healthier and was not on bed-rest (I was a bit crazy and went on a hike).  

This time around I was prepped and was able to ask questions about the c-section, I was able to control things a lot more...and, most importantly--I wasn't sick!  :-)




Monday, October 28, 2013

False Sense of Security/Wits End

This year seems to be the year that things fall apart.  Whenever I feel like we have a handle on something, my grasp is taken away from me and I find myself at my wits end.  I am usually good under pressure.  I usually can keep my emotions in check (at least in public).

But.  The last few months, the last few weeks, the last few days.  I just don't know anymore.

I am trying to deal with various issues and things going on.  I am juggling and dropping the balls.  I am trying to keep it together, but crying in public.  I am trying and failing.  And trying and succeeding.  And failing.  And succeeding.  And falling again.

I am just tired.  I want to give up.  But I know I cannot do that.  I know that people need me.  My children need me, especially right now.  But I am tired.

I feel like we just do not have the support we need--and I know it is within our grasp--but it keeps being just out of reach.

I hope that this is just a phase. I hope that in two weeks I will feel differently.  I hope that things work out in the end.

Right now I am tender and raw and tired and angry and worried and wishing that I was a better person than I feel I am right now.


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Friday, October 18, 2013

The Picture from Back to School Night...

Willow's teacher put the Back to School Night Slides up on the website.

So, I was able to capture something I wouldn't normally be able to.


For those times when I need reminding...that is my little boy.  

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Re-Boot

Okay.  Our life has gotten a re-boot and now we are trying to get used to a new normal again.

Seems like it has been a while since I have just written about how/what we are doing individually.

Michael:  Tough transitioning aside, he is in the school band and seems to be enjoying it.  He will be marching in the Halloween Parade next weekend. He is studying the Civil War and Tale of Two Cities, among other things, in school. He is still obsessing over Batman and other superheroes. Has ordered another hand held 80s computer game based on Batman.  Is still eating us out of house and home.  Sometimes you can tell he is maturing, other times, not so much.

Willow: She sings a lot, asks questions a lot and has opinions on EVERYTHING.  She is frustrated to not be able to READ already, although she is learning sight words and how to spell and is well on her way.  She is also frustrated that her almost-loose-tooth has not come out yet (her best friend Kayla has already lost 4 teeth).  She loves "My Little Ponies", but dad was brilliant and introduced her to "The Land of the Lost" so we have been given a break from the ponies.

Me:  Struggling with full time work that is stressful, as well as being full time mom and trying to eat right and exercise too.  (This year has not been too kind)

Chewy: Started a new job on Tuesday.  Is getting used to the commute (a bit longer than last time, but in an area we used to live) and all the new job stuff.  Going well so far.


Monday, October 07, 2013

Surprises



We had a meeting with Michael’s school counselor.  A pre-meeting before the tests are evaluated and the IEP is recommended and accommodations are made, etc.**

The typical behavioral stuff was said.  The stuff I hear all the time…he is extremely smart and the teachers like him to a point…some of whom know how to handle him, some of whom do not.  There were newer issues dealing with his age and temperament.

But there were surprises that make me amazed and frightened at that same time.  Explanations on why his last year in middle school was so much more difficult (an extraordinary effort by a counselor who then was gone that last year; an effort we were not aware of) and the fact that the boy he stood up to (and got a “day off” from high school for) is a notorious bully and his MO usually consists of violence (which makes me feel good that my son stood up for himself, but worried that he doesn’t always know when he could be getting into something over his head…).  How he had a choice to take a foreign language this year (the one he was in was WAAAY to slow for him) and have to let go of band or take a foreign language next year instead…and the fact he picked band instead (BAND? The SOCIAL thing…the thing that he doesn’t practice for and never seems to show enthusiasm for…that Band).

I was a bit depressed after this meeting.  All the things that have to click for my son to have an education.  For him to graduate.  For him to fit into society’s norms.  The teenage years multiplied by his issues and behaviors.

But, the reason why I am writing this is because I just felt an uplift.  Mulling it over at work.  Thinking about ways to help him.  Realizing how much we have accomplished.  How much HE has accomplished.  How he has gotten over hurdles before.  How he is at this teenager phase that will end.  How help is on the way (once the IEP is in place, there are Aspies that are already mainstreamed that meet and help each other with the social aspects).

And I am proud of him (and wonder how he will take my expression of this—he may shrug or be offended—he is at THAT stage of teenager).

Yes, there are a lot of things I have no answers on.  Yes, he frustrates me every day. 

But I am proud of him and what he does every single day.  

**For those who want to know more about Aspergers in school settings, click HERE.

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Now its August -- Cape Cod Recap and The Story So Far...

It was a relaxing time on Cape Cod, in Hyannis.  And when I say relaxing---I mean, everyone relaxed, but we did not do that much.  (Which is...