Last week when we arrived at Ace’s OT, we were saying “Hi” to the horses in the yard and Misty (the horse Ace rides when he goes solo) wasn’t there. She’s usually out with a kid, so we said “Hi” to Willy and Sage and headed in.
When I got to the door, I saw a little collage of photos of Misty, and it said, “Misty Pony Girl” on it. It was cute.
And then I noticed the dates. July 31, 1990 – September 4, 2009.
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! Continue reading »
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… Continue reading »
Last weekend, the boys were up unacceptably early, so like any good parents would do, we gave them milk, turned on the TV, shut the doors and let them wander around our bedroom while we tried to sleep some more.
“Uh-oh!” says Nate. “Uh-oh! Uh-oooooooooooh!”
The next thing I hear is Sip telling me Nate has just handed him my glasses… with the left earpiece snapped clean off at the hinge. Uh-oh. Continue reading »
It’s been a few days since I took Ace to meet with L, the new therapist, and I’ve been meaning to update. I think that overall, it went pretty well. L agreed that he was under-registering vestibular and proprioceptive input as I had suspected. However, he was playing so well and with purpose while we were there that I was having my doubts as to whether or not she would recommend we even come back.
I told her not only my concerns about his needs and behavior, but also the worry that in the hour a week that she sees him, that he will be “normal” and she will just discharge him and I will be back where we started. She said, however, that based on my observations and input about him, she feels he will benefit not only from the intensive sensory input he can get through the weekly sessions, but also from the time away from Nate (AKA attention hog). I also think it will be good for me to be able to talk to her about my concerns for him, and well as progress he makes. Continue reading »
…there’s a way. Last night, as I was laying in bed, it dawned on me how I can pay for therapy for Ace. If I pay for a few hundred dollars worth up front, I can submit to my FLEX spending and get reimbursed within a week or two. So that way, we’ve got a month or two of therapy paid for, then that gives us time to save up for the next group of sessions. I called back first thing this morning to let them know I want an appointment so we go at 1:30 pm on Thursday.
The therapist called me to set the appointment and I liked her. I gave her the brief version of what we’ve been through so far, and why we stopped seeing the last Occupational Therapist (OT). The last one was good the first visit, but the second visit, she kept saying how Ace seemed “fine” and asking me if I felt he needed the therapy, which made me question myself and feel like I was wasting her time, so we never went back. Continue reading »