Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Cousins




Little T loved holding her baby cousin, and C thought it was so cute that we tucked them in together for nap time. He kept looking over at her, rubbing her head softly and then giving her a kiss on her head. It was so sweet. At one point, she spit her pacifier out on accident, so then C spit his out...it was pretty cute! (Yes, we still allow the kids to have their pacifier at nap time - not ready to tackle that quite yet)

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

The OC Super Fair 2009




We had a blast over the weekend at the Orange County Fair. One of the kids' good friend joined us (with her mommy) and it was tons of fun! It was super hot though. I totally recommend going at 10am when they first open...no lines, worth it! I'm sure we'll be visiting again soon. T and I are going on 8-8 to see Melissa Ethridge play at the Fair - Live and Alone - Can't wait! The kids went on a pony ride and I just didn't feel right about it so I won't do that again. The ponies looked so sad and tired and hot and they had to walk around in a circle attached to this gizmo...it just didn't seem right. I am sure these ponies were not created to do this....just my experience. So, I'm not goin to do the pony ride thing again. But overall, a fun time was had by all!

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Cousins

Little T, on the right, with her 2nd cousin, baby Vanessa. Little T is so loving and sweet. She adores baby Vanessa and is so gentle with her. They were both cuddling on Auntie Amber's lap. Beautiful!!

Rough Waters Ahead

Well now that we live in Huntington Beach, we have this new "beach" lifestyle. And this new lifestyle, well it requires a certain fashion sense.

Here, let's allow the picture to do all the talking.

My boy C, circa Summer 2009 - heading out to the deep waters of the community swimming pool. Oh come on now, you know you wish you looked 1/2 this cool when you were 3 and just learning to swim! ;-)

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Angry at the world!!!


I am angry! I am angry that my son has Autism. I am angry that his symptoms seem to be getting worse and there's nothing I can do to help. I feel so helpless! I am angry that all the doctor's want to seem to do is make him fit into this box of what they think Autism is and then put him on drugs. I am angry that we share a little about some of his meltdowns and all of a sudden the doctor writes up an evaluation that says he has tantrums for hours and is aggressive. He is NOT and his tantrums have never lasted longer than 1 hour max. I am angry that there is this need to make him dangerous or in need of being on psychotropic medication. That is BS! I am angry that he has this disorder that takes him away from me at times. I am angry that his senses get so overstimulated that he cannot even go with me to the grocery store. I am angry. I know I'll get over it...but right now I feel so angry and helpless.


He is my boy and I'll be the first to describe his challenges and tell you exactly what he needs help with, etc...but he doesn't need to be on pills! I HATE DR'S THAT JUST WANT TO PRESCRIBE MEDS FOR EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!!


He is my boy. He is my boy!


Tuesday, July 7, 2009


Well, I haven't posted in a long time, I know...bad blogger! Well, since I am layin in bed sick today, I thought I'd take a few minutes and write a quick update. The twins turned 3 years old!!! I still can't believe it. They had a great birthday party at Adventure City, a little mini toddler amusement park.

We've also encountered A LOT of change. Our dog Morgan had to be put to sleep as her health was failing and her kidney had stopped working. It was very sad. The kids actually think she is still at the animal hospital. We miss you mo-g!
We also moved! So, we said goodbye to the house where the babies were born, and we have moved into a new place. The new house is smaller, but in a better neighborhood and in a great school district!
Also, C has been struggling more and more with his Autism. Some days are really good and some are really, really challenging and draining.
Well, that's it for now. Back to resting I go. I promise to blog again soon.



Thursday, April 23, 2009

Perspective


10 Things a Child with Autism wants you to know.......

1.) I am first and foremost a child. My autism is only one aspect of my total character. It does not define me as a person. Are you a person with thoughts, feelings and many talents, or are you just fat (overweight), myopic (wear glasses) or klutzy (uncoordinated, not good at sports)? Those may be things that I see first when I meet you, but they are not necessarily what you are all about.As an adult, you have some control over how you define yourself. If you want to single out a single characteristic, you can make that known. As a child, I am still unfolding. Neither you nor I yet know what I may be capable of. Defining me by one characteristic runs the danger of setting up an expectation that may be too low. And if I get a sense that you don’t think I “can do it,” my natural response will be: Why try?
2.) My sensory perceptions are disordered. Sensory integration may be the most difficult aspect of autism to understand, but it is arguably the most critical. It his means that the ordinary sights, sounds, smells, tastes and touches of everyday that you may not even notice can be downright painful for me. The very environment in which I have to live often seems hostile. I may appear withdrawn or belligerent to you but I am really just trying to defend myself. Here is why a “simple” trip to the grocery store may be hell for me:My hearing may be hyper-acute. Dozens of people are talking at once. The loudspeaker booms today’s special. Musak whines from the sound system. Cash registers beep and cough, a coffee grinder is chugging. The meat cutter screeches, babies wail, carts creak, the fluorescent lighting hums. My brain can’t filter all the input and I’m in overload!My sense of smell may be highly sensitive. The fish at the meat counter isn’t quite fresh, the guy standing next to us hasn’t showered today, the deli is handing out sausage samples, the baby in line ahead of us has a poopy diaper, they’re mopping up pickles on aisle 3 with ammonia….I can’t sort it all out. I am dangerously nauseated.Because I am visually oriented (see more on this below), this may be my first sense to become overstimulated. The fluorescent light is not only too bright, it buzzes and hums. The room seems to pulsate and it hurts my eyes. The pulsating light bounces off everything and distorts what I am seeing -- the space seems to be constantly changing. There’s glare from windows, too many items for me to be able to focus (I may compensate with "tunnel vision"), moving fans on the ceiling, so many bodies in constant motion. All this affects my vestibular and proprioceptive senses, and now I can’t even tell where my body is in space.
3.) Please remember to distinguish between won’t (I choose not to) and can’t (I am not able to). Receptive and expressive language and vocabulary can be major challenges for me. It isn’t that I don’t listen to instructions. It’s that I can’t understand you. When you call to me from across the room, this is what I hear: “*&^%$#@, Billy. #$%^*&^%$&*………” Instead, come speak directly to me in plain words: “Please put your book in your desk, Billy. It’s time to go to lunch.” This tells me what you want me to do and what is going to happen next. Now it is much easier for me to comply.
4.) I am a concrete thinker. This means I interpret language very literally. It’s very confusing for me when you say, “Hold your horses, cowboy!” when what you really mean is “Please stop running.” Don’t tell me something is a “piece of cake” when there is no dessert in sight and what you really mean is “this will be easy for you to do.” When you say “Jamie really burned up the track,” I see a kid playing with matches. Please just tell me “Jamie ran very fast.”Idioms, puns, nuances, double entendres, inference, metaphors, allusions and sarcasm are lost on me.
5.) Please be patient with my limited vocabulary. It’s hard for me to tell you what I need when I don’t know the words to describe my feelings. I may be hungry, frustrated, frightened or confused but right now those words are beyond my ability to express. Be alert for body language, withdrawal, agitation or other signs that something is wrong.Or, there’s a flip side to this: I may sound like a “little professor” or movie star, rattling off words or whole scripts well beyond my developmental age. These are messages I have memorized from the world around me to compensate for my language deficits because I know I am expected to respond when spoken to. They may come from books, TV, the speech of other people. It is called “echolalia.” I don’t necessarily understand the context or the terminology I’m using. I just know that it gets me off the hook for coming up with a reply.
6.) Because language is so difficult for me, I am very visually oriented. Please show me how to do something rather than just telling me. And please be prepared to show me many times. Lots of consistent repetition helps me learn.A visual schedule is extremely helpful as I move through my day. Like your day-timer, it relieves me of the stress of having to remember what comes next, makes for smooth transition between activities, helps me manage my time and meet your expectations. I won’t lose the need for a visual schedule as I get older, but my “level of representation” may change. Before I can read, I need a visual schedule with photographs or simple drawings. As I get older, a combination of words and pictures may work, and later still, just words.
7.) Please focus and build on what I can do rather than what I can’t do. Like any other human, I can’t learn in an environment where I’m constantly made to feel that I’m not good enough and that I need “fixing.” Trying anything new when I am almost sure to be met with criticism, however “constructive,” becomes something to be avoided. Look for my strengths and you will find them. There is more than one “right” way to do most things.
8.) Please help me with social interactions. It may look like I don’t want to play with the other kids on the playground, but sometimes it’s just that I simply do not know how to start a conversation or enter a play situation. If you can encourage other children to invite me to join them at kickball or shooting baskets, it may be that I’m delighted to be included.I do best in structured play activities that have a clear beginning and end. I don’t know how to “read” facial expressions, body language or the emotions of others, so I appreciate ongoing coaching in proper social responses. For example, if I laugh when Emily falls off the slide, it’s not that I think it’s funny. It’s that I don’t know the proper response. Teach me to say “Are you OK?”
9.) Try to identify what triggers my meltdowns. Meltdowns, blow-ups, tantrums or whatever you want to call them are even more horrid for me than they are for you. They occur because one or more of my senses has gone into overload. If you can figure out why my meltdowns occur, they can be prevented. Keep a log noting times, settings, people, activities. A pattern may emerge.Try to remember that all behavior is a form of communication. It tells you, when my words cannot, how I perceive something that is happening in my environment. Parents, keep in mind as well: persistent behavior may have an underlying medical cause. Food allergies and sensitivities, sleep disorders and gastrointestinal problems can all have profound effects on behavior.
10.) Love me unconditionally. Banish thoughts like, “If he would just……” and “Why can’t she…..” You did not fulfill every last expectation your parents had for you and you wouldn’t like being constantly reminded of it. I did not choose to have autism. But remember that it is happening to me, not you. Without your support, my chances of successful, self-reliant adulthood are slim. With your support and guidance, the possibilities are broader than you might think. I promise you -- I am worth it.And finally, three words: Patience. Patience. Patience. Work to view my autism as a different ability rather than a disability. Look past what you may see as limitations and see the gifts autism has given me. It may be true that I’m not good at eye contact or conversation, but have you noticed that I don’t lie, cheat at games, tattle on my classmates or pass judgment on other people? Also true that I probably won’t be the next Michael Jordan. But with my attention to fine detail and capacity for extraordinary focus, I might be the next Einstein. Or Mozart. Or Van Gogh.