Last night after the kids went to bed, I found brownie mix in the cupboard, which solved the dilemma of making a treat for Calista to take to school. I made those and did some Wii Fit while they were cooking. Man, it’s hard to exercise with the smell of brownies baking! Too bad that I didn’t cook them long enough so they were gooey in the middle (and not yummy brownie gooey, more like nasty uncooked gooey) so Skip had to take her to the grocery store this morning to pick up something and then take her to school. I suck at cooking.
After the brownies were made, I researched replacement birthday gifts to fill in for the dolls I muddled ordering. I found a few good Wii game recommendations, such as Animal Crossing City Folk, Dance Dance Revolution Disney Groove and Hanna Montana The Movie Game. I figured I’d get one of those, but then I had the idea to get her an iPod nano instead.
She has a Fisher Price FP3 player, but it’s gotten old and shuts itself off randomly. She can read now, so she could read the song titles on the iPod, and her music taste has matured past Disney Princess songs, so it seemed like a really good idea. Until I realized a measly nano is $150! DOH! I responded to a few Craigslist ads with not much luck, so went back to the Wii game idea. Read the rest of this entry »
It’s been what, two months since I last posted? And so much has gone on since then…
Ace got sick in early July. Really, really sick. After 4 days of fevers over 102, I took him to the pediatrician after hours on Wednesday, July 8. She listened to his chest, said his lungs were clear, it was a bad virus and gave him eye drops for pink eye. That was this day:
Right now, I am sitting on an airplane on my way to Chicago. I’ve come to the conclusion that reading makes me sick, I can’t sleep, and I suck at Spider Solitaire, so I may as well blog. It’s been a while.
First let me say that this is probably the most uncomfortable I have ever been on an airplane. My butt hurts so bad, and I’m in a middle seat, so the people next to me are probably tired of my fidgeting. But as tired as they may be of me, I am tired of the lady in front of me who is loud, rude and unfortunately, thinks she’s pretty funny. Awesome.
I guess someone near our row has a little gas problem (I have a suspicion it’s the sleeping old guy two rows back) and it’s bad enough we have to sit here and smell it, but then rude lady in front of me has to sit there and bellow on, “Oh my God! Can’t people do that elsewhere? It smells like they DIED! UGH!” She thinks she’s funny, and let me tell you, Calista would get an earful from me if she ever carried on like that. And to think this woman is in her 30′s or 40′s. She must be so proud of herself!
Anyhow, I left off just before Calista’s Kindergarten graduation. It was very cute. They all had little caps and sashes on, and they stood on the bleachers and sang some songs. At one point, a little boy fell off of the back of the bleachers America’s-Funniest-Home-Videos style and the whole program halted as his parents retrieved him and he shuffled into the audience embarrassed. Poor kid! Read the rest of this entry »
Life’s been stressful and hectic, to say the least.
It’s getting hot which means time for swimming, which is great, but swimming with a 5 year old and twin 20 month-olds is not an easy feat. We’re working on mastering that one. Yesterday, I took them with their little baby boats to ride in, but Nate hated his. He kept signing “done” and when I finally took him out, Ace decided he needed out, too (even though he’d been having a grand old time until that point). Then I was stuck trying to hold both of them and of course Nate ended up going under… Read the rest of this entry »
The more I read and learn about SPD (Sensory Processing Disorder), the more I realize that is what is wrong with me. I have been previously diagnosed as OCD (Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder) and possibly ADHD (Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder), but now I am certain it’s SPD. The OCD diagnosis never felt exactly right — I feel “sort of” OCD. The ADHD fit better, but the SPD is spot on who I am and what is wrong with me.
As good as it feels to know what my problem is and to know I’m not just plain crazy (which I often feel), it’s frustrating because there’s not really treatment with adults. The good news, however, is after talking with S, who runs the practice where Ace is going for OT, she believes I am right and wants to help. At first, she gave me a somewhat patronizing, “As parents learn about SPD, they see things in themselves and start to think…” and I do know what she means, as we all have a touch of SPD here and there, but as I went on (and showed her a checklist of symptoms I had found online and filled out) she seemed genuinely interested and to believe me. As I continued, I would start to tell her things about me, and she was able to finish my sentences because she knows SPD, and she knew what I was going to say certain things/situations did to me. It was so comforting to have some validation in how I feel/act even if she doesn’t have an answer for me. Read the rest of this entry »
