Showing posts with label Tenley. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tenley. Show all posts

Sunday, December 23, 2012

Whoopsie, highlights of last year's holiday season :) 2011

So, I've neglected this blogsky a little. And by a little, I mean I've written two posts in the last year. In an attempt to recall some of my last year, I'm going to do some catch up posts. Maybe one for each or every other month. If for nothing else, for my own documentation. Just ignore if you wish :)

Here are some sillies that I thought were cute. Sillies at the table and sillies with Daddy. I love the ones of their little messy floor sleepover area in their room. Daddy and babies had a little snuggle fest on the floor and mommy laid like a starfish all night in bed, because she could. The early morning slap happy sillies were so cute.



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Below is Tenley not giving two f^@#s about picking out a Christmas tree. It was cold and she was over it before we even left the car.

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Making a ginger bread house with Daddy! :)
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Disney Lane!
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Tuesday, February 28, 2012

New House

I'm light years behind on pictures and posting. Just popping in to post a few snappies from our first few nights in the the new house



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Wednesday, November 2, 2011

School Girl

Tenley is doing so well in school and she is so proud of herself, which makes my heart glad.
We taped up one of her little art projects to the cabinet and now whenever she passes it she says,
"Look! Iss my very fayforite star! See?"
So cute.

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Dear Everyone, Just Enough of Special. Sensory Integration/Processing Disorder

I am SO grateful that for the most part, when Tenley grows up (and even now), she will pretty much do everything that everyone else does. There is hardly anything in her every day behavior that would suggest to a passerby that she has "issues", in fact to most people it appears that she is a normal three year old that is just overwhelmed, most would just think she just needs a nap.

This is a blessing, but it is also a curse. I'll tell you why.

Recently I had a pretty invalidating experience where someone said "I'm sure the Dr's know what they are talking about, but Tenley seems fine sometimes..." and they went on to suggest that her problems stemmed from my lack of consistency.

It wasn't the first time I'd heard the "but she seems normal" or "I know so and so with an SPD or Autistic kid, she doesn't behave anything like that" verbage. I try not to take it personally. I know people have a picture in their heads of what a child with Sensory Integration Disorder or an Autism Spectrum Disorder behaves like. They picture kids rocking themselves, shouting, never ever making eye contact, and memorizing the TV guide.
They don't picture anyone like Tenley.

I try not to take it personally, but it gets to me after awhile. It makes me second guess myself constantly. I think to myself, "Am I trying to fill some desperate need for attention of my own that I am so willing to accept an erroneous label of Special Needs on my child?", or "Have I failed THAT horribly at establishing a routine that I caused these behaviors, these behaviors that are slow to change or unchangeable, in her?". I am, of course, faulted as a parent. I am aware that I am less than organized and have pretty inconsistent self motivation. But the answer to those questions I ask myself is, of course, no.

I then remember the things that brought us hear. I remember marveling at how many words this smart little less than two year old knew, only to see her in pieces not ten minutes later over something she couldn't tell me because she couldn't access the ability to communicate effectively. This didn't just happen on occasion, it happened all day long and seemingly with little to no provocation. I could see it in her eyes, she was fearful and frustrated. I remember the nights I laid awake thinking of new strategies, new ways to tweak her schedule, meal times, what is in her meals, order of activities such as bath and book and play, new ways to help her recognize bed time or other pieces of a good daily routine. I remember notebooks full of logs and lists and brainstorming sessions. I remember watching Happiest Baby on the Block, reading the No Cry Sleep Solution, logging countless hours in parenting forums, several trips to the pediatrician, and scouring Google on sleep training advice. I remember keeping sleep logs in my phone of when she slept and woke. I remember trying to enforce all of these methods and routines with surprising militancy considering my own tendency to check out when things get rough in my own life. I also remember throwing my hands in the air, giving up the militant diet and stopping all of the forcing her to into things she obviously was not going to do. At some point you just have to say, ok this isn't working. Clearly, we have a unique situation on our hands.

I know that I am less than go-getting, but let me assure you, if this were as simple as being home for a specific nap time and reading Goodnight Moon every night at 7pm sharp and keeping the house dark and quiet all night, I'd be all over that like white one rice. But it is not, it won't ever be.

So-
Well intentioned family, friends, and onlookers, while I appreciate you and your concern and support, I have this to say to you:
If you cannot refrain from the "Maybe if you (insert one of many tried and true obvious solutions found in nearly every parenting resource known to man here) it would help", then just please don't talk to me. It sounds harsh but I'm that serious. I am so TIRED of trying to validate our situation to you, I don't have the energy, and more importantly I don't have it in me emotionally. It takes a lot out of me. I hardly have any patience left and I don't need to be spending what is left of it doing THAT. I will probably just stop talking to you, and that's the gospel truth.

However if you are willing to follow our journey with an open mind and compassion, I invite you to, whole heartedly. There are a lot of families with children with mild forms of developmental disorders, and it's more of a tricky place to be than you would think. I would love to be one to help spread awareness so that the world may become more sensitive the varying degrees of these disorders and the attention and heart they require.

Let me just say Tenley is on 50mg of a medicine that her developmental pediatrician thought would knock her out completely back at 12.5mg and then be weaned from six months after beginning. The 50mg dose not only doesn't knock her out, the only purpose it serves is to keep her asleep through *most* of her night terrors, and keep her nightly sleep length somewhat consistent. It has been over a year.

Tenley goes to a special pre school program and her IEP showed that in the best areas she has only made a 20% move toward our goals for her in the best areas, and in some areas she has shown no progress at all. The goals aren't even aimed at what her peers are doing, they are Tenley specific small goals.

Anyhow, I could go on all day, as this has been something that has really been on my mind lately.

This is a great article called "Why Mild Matters", that illustrates what I am trying to say much better than I can.

http://www.sensory-processing-disorder.com/why-mild-matters.html

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

remembering

This morning I'd been reminiscing about Tenley and thinking how adorable it is when little children misunderstand, mis hear, and mispronounce everything, and how bittersweet it is when they finally get it right.
Today she was walking on the sidewalk, wheeling her fuschia/multi-colored, tot sized, Dora the Explore suitcase behind her saying, "See? I got my soup-case! I got my soup-case Mommy!"
I melted.
And not just because it was 110 outside.
Today she asked me to draw her smiley faces, and I couldn't remember when she stopped calling them "happy bubbles".
Raising growing babes is so bittersweet.
And exhausting.
And wonderful.
And at times when people don't understand what you are up against,
extremely invalidating.
But I love it all the same,
I love being a Mom and I love my girls.

Thursday, December 30, 2010

Where are you, Christmas?

Poor Tenley. She misses Christmas. Today when I was fixing her hair to go play at the mall she asked, "Go to small? ((small is the mall in Tenish)) Go to small an see SanTA?!"
Then on the way to the mall I was talking to my Mom and Tenley starts singing at the top of her lungs "Holly Jolly, Christmas" and "O Holy Night" only she says "Holly Jolly Niiiiiiight" instead. Some other misheard lyrics by Tenley include "Ho, Ho, It's Mr No, hung where you can't see".

Friday, December 17, 2010

Santa has a bed time

Apparently, Santa does not stay up as long as the mall stays open. Who knew? Got Tenley and Scarlett all dressed up in their Santa outfits from Grandma Kirsten, but at eight o'clock when we finally got to the Tucson Mall...Santa was no where to be found. Sad day.

However, the night was not a total loss. I managed to get three stocking stuffers, three gifts, matching Christmas Eve PJ's for the girls, and a Christmas Mickey and Minnie cookie plate all for under thirty eight bucks including tax. Can't beat that! Thank you, recession sales! Plus I got a really cute picture of Jon and Tenley that I will post later.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Living up to my title

This Lazy Mom is just lazy enough to ignore not only household chores, but her blog as well. Though I might have change my title to 90% LazyMom as I have been zumba-ing my hind quarters off. Literally. I've lost over 20 pounds and counting. (Hollaaaa!) ;-D

I am officially a "TwiMom". I Let Scarlett go through some "booby milk" (as Tenley calls it) withdrawl tonight so that I could go see Eclipse, the third movie in the Twilight Saga. Hellllo Scrumptuous vamps and wherewolves! Come to Momma.

Speaking of scrumptuous, my always adorable hubby is starting to become more beefy wherewolf than thin Cullen these days. Although he's always scrum-diddlee-umptuous to me, I'm not hating this new burlier version of himself he's been working on.

It's after 2am and Tenley is still up. Splendid. The not even three month old sleeps through the night, but 2.5 year old Tenley....not a chance.

Right now I'm employing the VHS babysitter while I blog. Yes that's right, not BluRay, not DVD, ....V-H-S, baby. That's how we roll. I'm also using a rear projection computer moniter. Gasp! What can I say, I'm just vintage that way. Or poor. Depending on the way you evaluate the fluid volume of your drinking glass. Anyhow, my childhood VHS Disney collection has got my daughter hooked like crack. Every night gown is a "Cindwella dwess" and she runs around the house yelling "Dweams come twue, Mommy!". She's also picked up on the drama in movies. When she's unhappy with whatever I'm doing to/with her, she gets a fat lower lip and a heavy head and wimpers, "Mommy, you can't do dis, Mommy. Don't do dis." Really, its most adorable when we are in the grocery store and she starts in while I'm putting her in the cart and people are looking at me like I must beat her.



Well, Cindarella just got hitched and they are riding off in their carriage...it's time for me to go before Tenley notices I'm on the computer and I have to "share my toy" with her. Oh yeah, teaching her sharing has bit me in the a$$.

Friday, May 28, 2010

Long time, no blog!


Meet Scarlett Josephine
Born 11:29 am, April 9th, 2010
7lbs 13oz

Her birth was absolutely beautiful. I am a quite the severe wimp, but I knew an unmedicated birth was the absolute best way to avoid a repeat performance of my first birth. (For anyone who doesn't know the story, I pushed for 3 hours with my first and to make a very long story short we almost lost her and she ended up in the NICU for 32 days). I am very proud to say that from beginning to birth nothing went into my body but food and water. I never even had an IV put in. I gave birth in the water, which was actually an accident, but it was exactly what I wanted so I definitely didn't complain. I would never go back to giving birth half paralyized by an epidural. Scarlett's birth was the single most spiritual, beautiful, empowering event of my life and whatever discomfort I felt at times was a very small price to pay. The hypnobirthing techniques helped SO MUCH. Ive had an epidural, and this worked much better and gave me so much freedom. My labor and my birth was in MY hands, as it should be for every woman who wants it to be. In the water I didn't even feel her head pass down through my cervix, only when it was coming down to crowning. Delivery took less than five minutes. I never bore down and held my breath and counted to ten or any of that DUMB CRAP. And believe me, that kind of pushing is CRAP. I just did what I felt like I should do at the time, I can't explain it. Maybe it was pushing, maybe it wasn't. I don't even know. I couldn't even recreate it now if I tried or tell you how I did it. I just gave up thinking and went with it. Warning: religious moment coming. I have seldom felt the spirit of the Lord so strong as in that moment. I was not alone in my body and there was definitely something apart from myself in my body directing it what to do. Scarlett made a smooth transition from my body to the water, still inside her amniotic sac, and then out of the water onto my chest. We didn't cut the cord right away, and she stayed right in my arms. She gave only small, hungry wimpers, no loud crying. When the cord stopped pulsating, we cut it and the placenta delivered itself naturally with no Pitocen. Which was also a contrast to my first birth. The first go around with Tenley they used Pitocen and cord traction to deliver the Placenta and unknowingly left some to rot and die in my body, finally and luckily coming out weeks later. If it hadn't come out, we'd never have known it was even there and I'd have died from a septic infection. This time was much better. Scarlett took to the breast right away, no problem. Oh man! Then came those lovely post pardum contractions that show up when you nurse and stay for the first week! Ouch, ouch, ouch! I was so willing to will away my discomfort during labor, that was a means to an end. I was definitely not as willing to sit and suffer while I wanted to be adoring my new baby and be basking in the after glow of my hard work. I then hit the percocet straight away . Hard! When I asked the OB if it was dumb to want pain meds after I'd gone already gone through the whole labor and birth unmedicated, he laughed, very hard, and said "Not dumb enough to not take them if you want them, and I think you earned it". I then decided I wasn't going to feel guilty about taking the meds. I was so elated with the miracle of her perfect birth that I didn't sleep for nearly three days. I felt so divine that no matter how tired I was, I just couldn't bring myself to sleep. She is a healthy and contented little creature with the most intoxicating presence. You just can't help but take a deep breath and want to melt away into sleep when you snuggle her. Tenley is having a bit of a hard time with it, poor girl. She is really jealous and a little hurt at having to share her parents' and the world's attention with this new little lump that in Tenley's eyes is surely not even half as cute as she is. She does love her though. She is always trying to hold onto her face and kiss her, a little too hard, and share her sippy cup.

Tenley is going to preschool now. She is absolutely in love with her main teacher, "Miss Cassie". In fact we pulled Tenley out this week because Miss Cassie went on vacation and Tenley gets so upset if Miss Cassie isn't there. Tenley is just getting cuter and cuter and more onry every day. Its a challenge and a pleasure for sure. Her little voice is so cute. She's always coming home and talking about "Play wif fwens tooday. Color Misses Cathssie tooday", and at school she tells everyone all about "Baby Scawlett". She also tells them that we are always crying. I don't know why. She always tells her teachers that "Mawmmy's cwy-een, an baby's cwy-een, an Tenny's cwy-een..." She is a story teller, that one. I am just waiting for CPS to call me one of these days after a tale told by Tenley.

Thats got to be all the catching up for me this evening. I know I'm about four months behind, but its time for me to turn in.