Saturday, October 5, 2013

My little fire fighter......and artist

My little fire fighter's sleep picture of the day!

The deep fried apple cinnamon rings we made yesterday.... and boy were they yummy!

A wonderful morning full of special pictures made by my Ty and Sarah. When they get an idea- watch out..... they don't stop:) I especially loved the one he drew of Brian and I holding hands when we were younger...... no idea where he gets his ideas from- but so sweet!

Notice the tuxedo he drew on Brian and the bow for my hair. I guess this is what he thought we looked like when we were younger. Now a bit of mama pride with these pictures. This is the first picture he has ever drawn that wasn't a stick figure. He also used colors and a variety of colors too. He usually never uses color and sticks with brown or black and no details. So a pretty big deal for me!

This next picture is of our entire family. All the boys are wearing tuxedo's including little Oliver. Again, so much detail and a great use of color. That is new- and it means he really took his time with these pictures and moved out of a comfort zone of creativity in order to use a variety of colors that he has never used before. Each of our eyes have the right color. He knows the color of all of our eyes. So sweet- I didn't know he knew that kind of detail. And if we ever asked him, he probably would not say it. Love his art and creativity! It really says a lot about his state of mind and his level of regulation. That was a good moment!

Yes this one is definitely going into a frame!

Friday, October 4, 2013

Happy Friday!

This is how it goes for today Friday: Ty sleeps till 6:30am. Oldest gets herself off to school, check. Hubby gets littlest off to school, check. Ty just chilling watching Nat Geo Wild. My coffee brewing. Ty falls asleep at 8:30am. I enjoy my coffee quietly in the calmness of an empty house and one child napping. He was a very restless napper- for almost 1 1/2 hours he tossed and turned on the dog bed, sliding here, moaning, grumbling- struggling to get into a sleep pattern.

Hubby comes home because he's off to Sacramento for all day testing at UCD: among all of our craziness, my wonderful husband is donating his kidney to his oldest sister. Amazing huh! He's a perfect match. So he's off for all day transplant education and testing.

Ty wakes up. We bake cake balls. We made apple cinnamon rings (yes deep fried- oh my!). This took all morning- it was wonderful. We started to watch the movie Babe. But he quickly wanted to go outside to build. So we did.

We put his fort over by the tree house and it quickly turned into a Halloween backdrop for a cemetery. He got his wheels spinning more and got out the red paint and straws? What was he up to? He was making a skeleton out of the straws on the grass, then painting areas red for blood. I guess this year the gory Halloween is coming out for the first time.

Usually we stayed away from those houses because they were too scary to both Ty and Sarah. All it took was a pumpkin carved in a scary picture- that was a skip house as we called it. But I went with his ideas-

Hung up a ghost from the tree. Came in, he had some behaviors. Why? Not sure exactly probably just transition and his anticipation of Sarah coming home any minutes. It quickly ended. Megan came home. He fell asleep again.

Very kind sister in law stops by and brings us dinner- she knew Brian was going to be late due to all the testing. So kind and so incredibly helpful. Brian comes home- he looks tired. We try to have a few minutes to talk. I wish I was able to be there for him. Just to support him if anything. But I had to stay home with Ty. But sounds like things went well. It's all very exciting and scary at the same time. More on that later.

Ty wakes up and is excited to see daddy. Wants to watch Babe with him. Then an old co worker of Brian's stops by to bring us Gluten Free pastry's and a GF cake. He knew Brian was going through all these tests today. That was again, so incredibly thoughtful. Wow- and beautiful baked goods.

A lot happening today. A lot going on emotionally. A lot going on. And it's only dinner time. But it's Friday- that's good and bad. As it's a change in routine for the weekend. But it's also the weekend.:) Divide and conquer. What will we do? Happy weekend!

Thursday, October 3, 2013

Warning: some proud gloating is about to happen.........

It was a great day ( I know I may be talking way too early we still have dinner, potty time, bedtime routine... which can be tough). But up until this point so far- woo hoo! I feel a little victorious actually. Ty and I made a delicious GF/DF chocolate cake with frosting- in the theme of sharks and underwater creatures. We baked the cake together, we made frosting together. We giggled together. We then thought it would be fun to watch a show together and eat popcorn from the same bowl. We first started with a movie- but he quickly asked if we could watch an animal show. Of course!!!! So we watched a Nat Geo Wild show (for those that don't know this station- it's National Geographic Wild channel- awesome for animal lovers). He wanted to watch Ocean's deadliest sea creatures. Sounds gory but it's not. We learned about the Bull shark, a cousin to the great white. We learned about the Baracuda, the Leopard Seal, a Torpedo Ray which uses electricity to stun it's prey. So interesting- we sat next to each other. Eating popcorn. And then all of the sudden, he put his hand on my lap. He just left it there on top of my thigh, as if just making sure I'm still there. He doesn't do that. Ever- I didn't say anything, just wanted to enjoy the moment with him. It was in deed a moment. We had been having such a great day- So after a while, we decided to pause the show and go back to our cake. It was time to frost it. He wanted me to show him how I use my bakery tools to frost the cake fancy- again woo hoo! Sure thing.... He put the frosting int he bags and squeezed the frosting out- We had made ocean blue and white frosting. He then decorated the cake with fish and shark toys. It was so cute.

After our feast of eating our yummy cake, my new lycra 4yd of just fabric arrived- wow this is going to be fun. I tied it up to our ceiling hook- and there is so much stretchy fabric. I got right in- I like these things too. If you've never been in a hammock like lycra thing- try it- it's so calming. Anyway- of course he wanted to try it- sure okay!!! (hint hint)- and then we made a game of it- he was in a space capsule- and I was inverting his body. Feet in the air, head down while he's curled up in fetal position. Yes, this is perfect. So good for him. This is going so great- yeah for me!!! Then we get even more creative (okay he does). He wants to make space helmets for him and Oliver. So this takes some time for him to put together.

Notice the pipe cleaner microphone on the helmets. Then it was time to blast off- he made a satellite and he was going to blast up into space to repair the satellite- so he wanted me to hang it from the ceiling to. He wanted to pretend he was a real astronaut and floating in space and he had the tricky task of fixing the satellite while floating! He is on a roll! Love it.... love him.... love days like this. Love these many moments we've had today. In fact, about five minutes ago he woke up after crashing at my feet while Sarah read to me and said, "mom, I've had a good day today". Yes you have my little guy- yes you have. And so have I!

May not be in a traditional way, but still a lot to offer!

So the sun came up once again. Wind is blowing (which should make for an interesting sensory day for both me and Ty). For me personally, I hate the wind. That is one sensory thing that gets to me and I get cranky and irritable if I'm out in it too long. It literally causes chaos in my head. I can only imagine what it does to Ty who has sensory issues like no other and yells at people for chewing food. Which BTW they are only chewing normal, not in some obnoxious way. He's just so incredibly sensitive to sound. Should be interesting.

But as of this day (I think my first grader said day 26) of the school year has passed. I'm left to wonder what will the rest of this school year be like. Will I be able to take Sarah, my last child who is already in first grade, to school to enjoy the ritual of her classrooms morning routine? What about picking her up after school and watching her gleefully skip out of the classroom and so excited to tell me about her day? These are moments that I do miss. These are moments that make what our reality really is- harder. We don't have crazy ambitious ideas of what we would like to do. I just want to be able to take my youngest to and from school. Sure I can start doing that again- but at what cost to Ty? I can't leave him home unattended. Some days I wish he was able to just stay home by himself. But that would be a huge mistake. It's like leaving a toddler home alone. And then I wonder, will I ever be able to leave him unattended for a period of time? What about when he's 15? 18?

I try to not get ahead of myself. I tell myself to get back into the moment. But in reality, who doesn't think about their kids and their futures? Ty does tell me he is going to go to College to play baseball, basketball, and football. (He's ambitious himself!) I always tell him he just has to work real hard and he can do anything! But can he? He has to work so hard just to exist everyday. Things that so many others take for granted. What about his cecostomy button? How will he manage this as he gets older? Do kids with these kinds of struggles developmentally, emotionally, socially, and medically ever mature naturally to a functioning level that allows them to be productive, experience life, have a job, live on their own, get from A to B without assistance? I know I"m getting way ahead of myself. Right now, I have a nine year old boy who cannot be left unattended. Needs constant supervision. A nine year old boy who is so smart, so talented, but rarely can access his true gifts.

We get a lot of feedback (of course usually unsolicited) about Ty and school. What are we doing for his education? How does he get an education when he doesn't (I say can't) attend school, and from their perspective we don't do much as far as education in a more traditional way. He gets schooling- if schooling is considered learning of any kind. He's not a traditional 9 year old boy, so how can we possibly expect him to be learning at a typical 9 year old stage? Doesn't happen. But he is learning every minute of every single day. He's learning how to cope with emotions that otherwise get the best of him and the only way he knows how to handle them is through anger and lashing out. He is learning how to communicate effectively to express when something bothers him, when he needs something, when he wants something but can't have it. This is called functional communication: words are words- but if they don't serve a purpose to express our needs and wants- what could happen? Think of a baby or toddler who knows what they want or need, but cannot communicate it to you. What do they do- cry, throw a fit- get your attention the only way they so far have learned. This is Ty. And this is one area that he is so low on- around a 3 1/2 year old, maybe. He literally thinks everyone can read his mind and we should already know what he wants, needs, or what is bothering him. And if we don't- watch out he'll lash out at you. This is what he is learning to do everyday. Do they teach this in a formal education setting? I didn't think so either. But believe it or not- my kid knows everything there is to know about dogs. Dog breeds, their personalities, the care they need, how to train them, how to properly respond to them, all things dog we say! It's quite amazing. When something interests him- watch out- he goes full force. He's also like that with sports. He loves to learn about sports, popular sport figures, team statistics, team schedules, whose playing and when. This interests him. He has also had a love of Dinosaurs (what kid hasn't). But my kid still does it differently. By age 4 he knew all things Dinosaurs. He knows all things construction truck and farm equipment because when he was 5 and 6, this was his passion. Is it helpful information as far as putting it to use in the way our society thinks is appropriate? Maybe, maybe not, but what it demonstrates is his ability when he has a passion for something to learn about it. And he learns about it in a way that just envelopes him- it becomes his world. It becomes all consuming really, but if we learn with him and let him teach us, we can actually engage with him. He wants to share his knowledge.

p>Now when you talk with him- it's not a two way conversation. He enjoys talking at you- like a professor giving a lecture. And please do not interrupt and ask questions until he is ready for you to ask a question. But he gets passionate. He gets engrossed with wanting to tell you all about what he knows about this particular subject. And everyday when our behaviorist are here, he is learning how to try to have a two way conversation. Even just ask the other person one question and let them answer. These things do not come naturally to him at all, but it's important for him to learn and basically fake it so that people will want to talk to him. Right now, socially it's hard because he doesn't want to have a conversation with peers- he wants to tell them all he knows about a subject. A typical peer response is, okay this kid is talking a lot at me and I'm just gonna walk away. It's hard for adults too to go along with this lecture, imagine for a little kid to pretend to be engaged when it's all a one sided conversation. It's just not natural for most of us. Especially because he'll throw a bone your way in the middle of his conversation with you, where you think he's wanting your opinion or idea, or knowledge on something because he asked. Well, wrong. Do not answer him- that interrupts his train of thought and gets him angry and frustrated. It's like he's learned how to try to make it a two way, but in reality he doesn't want to hear anything from you, except a nod, an okay, an interesting. Nothing more. And if you start to tell him something, well, on a good day he'll simply walk away or continue talking as if you didn't say anything. On a bad day, hmm it could go many different ways. Usually he'll scream and get upset like a 2 year old who is trying to express them self but is frustrated and throws a 2 year old tantrum. A good tantrum is he's upset and sad about it and cries. A bad tantrum is he hits and gets physical. Now just the fact that he was trying to have a conversation tells me he's probably in a little better place then usual, therefore, he might be just a little more flexible than a typical moment. He might just express for us to stop, or he'll just simply continue talking, or he'll walk away. These are all very acceptable things to do. But sometimes I'm caught off guard and it's not as easy as that.

This is how our world goes on a good day with him; because Autism still interferes with his capabilities at this point to socially respond, react and engage in a more typical and appropriate way. That's what he is learning to do everyday the behaviorists are here. This is what we are continually working on 24-7 with him when he's having a day he can handle it. This is our constant challenge. So few days he simply can't handle it. He simply isn't able to deal, isn't able to move out of his brain stem of simply just survival mode- remember fight or flight :) and move to a more rational part of his brain to cope and navigate the world and in this world, be a social being. Now a social being with dogs- yes he does that well. He gets dogs. He understands dogs- and they seem to understand him. It's beautiful. But our world is a human world. A world where we engage with other humans. We engage with family members, friends, neighbors, peers, teachers, etc. But it's important to learn how to engage in this world properly. And when I say properly, I mean to just simply say I have to go, I am not able to talk, I need a break, I need....... Rather then the alternative that he currently uses.

Don't get me wrong. We have some amazing wonderful engaging moments. If you are walking a dog down our street. Watch out- my son will want to talk to you. He'll want to ask about your dog, and tell you about our dog and about dogs in general. He's amazing this way. And he has good days where he absolutely tries his hardest. He tries and puts all his energy and life into focusing on properly reacting and engaging. But unlike you and me, this takes everything out of him. It literally zaps him of all his strength and energy. It takes him so much to just handle that moment with another person. He gets exhausted. And if you don't let him drive the moment, it's that much harder for him and he's not really sure what to do. If you let him drive it however, well let me tell you that you just made a new friend. But know that this is what he'll always want to talk to you about. And if you really pay attention, you might just notice that every time he see's you, the conversation is exactly the same. Almost word for word. Like a transcript of the last time you talked. He'll ask you the same questions over and over, as if you never told him the answer, but you have. He'll want to show you the same tricks he's taught Oliver or just tell you about them. And he'll say it in a way that is like a tape recorded conversation. Almost word for word. This is also very common for kids with Autism. He has what they refer to as delayed echolalia. It helps him to have a conversation at some point- so it's like he records in his head everything he hears and then when appropriate he'll repeat it at a later time to give the information. Many times it's something he heard on the Dog Whisperer- one of his favorite shows. And again, it's word for word what Caesar Milan said. I know because I watch those shows too, then I hear him repeat it later to someone else. Or he'll say it to one of us. It's actually quite fascinating, and really shows how differently his brain works. But as they say different doesn't mean bad. Different is different. He learns differently. But it doesn't mean he's any less intelligent- in fact, he's probably smarter than a lot of kids his age. Just in a different way. He's never had more then 3 months of a formal education for both kindergarten and first grade. But he reads almost everything that he WANTS to. He does math addition, subtraction in his head as if it's not big deal. Especially basketball scores or football scores- has he ever taken a math test of any kind. Nope, not one ever! In fact if you present a math problem in a vertical equation, he'll probably not even know how to do it. Put it horizontal- yep, no problem. Again, brains are different. But knowledge is still there. He understands fractions, without any education or lesson on them. His experience is he and I cook. He reads recipes. He figures out how to measure for this or that. These are all the teachable moments that I use to help him, no necessarily educate him. But to simply help him be able to get a long and have some practical life skills. Which is by far more important to us then any formal education. Because our experience is one that cannot be graded, formalized, traditional, typical, or even taught in the way that we all know. It's embedded in everything we do. He leads it, he guides it, he will either engage or it's over. If it's pushed, he pushes back harder. If he's interested- he jumps 2 feet into it and becomes apart of it. He has a passion for learning. A very strong passion, but all elements have to be just right in order for him to access the part of his brain that can lead him to the learning process. It's not easy for many. And it's especially hard for kids like my Ty.

But again back to how does he get an education? Well, he's learning all the time. Learning different things. Learning how to control his body because this didn't happen developmentally the way it should have. He's learning how to effectively communicate. He's learning that learning is fun. He's learning things that interest him. (Wow wouldn't that have been nice to be able to do this when we were all younger, rather then waiting until College- which is what College is- a time to learn what interests us). So, in a nut shell. He's always learning. Just differently than mainstream. But that's okay, if that's what he needs. No one ever said it was going to be easy, whether in the typical mainstream way, or a different way. But I believe that he has so much to offer this world; we just have to help him get out into the world.

And here is today's sleep picture!

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

if transitions could always be this good.........

A good Wednesday. A calm Wednesday. Kind of felt like a regular Wednesday. Brian is working late- so I"m flying solo as they say. But it's been pretty okay. He completely ignored the behaviorist when she first arrived. Took him 1 1/2 hours to acknowledge her. But he was pretty engaging with me and there wasn't any behaviors, so okay. He worked on his fort some more, added another room. This is starting to get big! As the day went on, both girls arrived home from school. He did take 2 naps today. One in the morning and one in the late afternoon. He played some basketball while I was finishing up some necessary chores. Gave him clear direction on when I would be calling him into the house for dinner. And he did it. He came in when I asked, without yelling, screaming, hitting, throwing (which is usually the typical transition response). But not today! And he even commented on how he came in like a big boy. Then I decided I can push this a little bit to really ensure a continued smooth transition. We have a lycra hammock swing hanging in the middle of our living room. It's great for so many reasons. I said for him to get into the hammock swing for 5 minutes and if he continues to do well, maybe that will earn him some more playtime. He wanted both dogs with him in the hammock- which didn't take much convincing for them to jump right in. Ty let me deep massage his legs and calves and wanted me to scratch his legs and said it felt good. Yeah- bonus he's enjoying this and recognizing how nice it feels. He ended up being in the hammock for about 8 minutes total. Woo Hoo!! Now if only all transitions could go so well. And he agrees to go in the hammock for 5 minutes during this transition time- wow what a difference that could make for him. But he's usually so defiant that no way is he going to do what we've asked him to do- it has to almost always be on his terms........ unless we're sneaky! But I'll take this victory transition for today and smile till the sun rises tomorrow! I guess technically still have to get all off to bed solo- which seems like it would be easy. However, it's not. Just plain and simply- it's not. But I'll still grin thinking about that transition right into the house into the hammock! yippee!

Two projects completed.....

So here is the finished project: My small kitchen island with storage built using an old black Ikea table desk with added repurposed fence boards...... and creativity! waa laa not bad! _____________________________________________________ And for the second project: created, designed and utilized by my 9 yo. Took him 7 hours yesterday and now he has a really cool hideaway complete with shelves for flowers in the front and lock for the door. How cool is this fort!!!!! He's proud of it. I'm proud of him.

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Get me off this crazy roller coaster.........

So it is officially October First. It was a day. A day that was up. A day that was down. A day that was way way down. Then it was a day that was up again. Can't keep up? Neither can I! It was going well- then the behaviorist showed up and I guess I didn't understand the game he wanted to play. Or really prank. "Let's pretend we are not home and see what she does?"- well I said, I will pretend for one minute, then I need to open the door for her. Not sure where the communication got lost (He pretty much never quite hears what we actually say). So I open the door, or actually just attempt to and boom- here we go. Hitting, name calling, blah blah blah.... I go outside- carrying my purse (my purse has to be on me at all times these days. With all that running away and locking us out of the house, taking money from my wallet to buy things at the store when he did run away.... yeah I keep it with me. Keys, wallet, cell phone, home phone.) So I go outside, he has sticks and is angry as hell (again, over what exactly??) But that's just it- we are never fully sure what sets him off- it can be so many things. But he ultimately calmed down. Even apologized to me. Which rarely happens. He's most times honestly in like an altered state. So we went on about our day. He didn't want much to do with the behaviorist. He wanted to build a fort out of all the wood I have. So, okay- let's start. I helped him for quite a bit. We got one wall up, then a second wall. Looking good- then the discussion on the door came up. I guess he was very anxious to use the locks I got from the store for 0.50 cents... a barrel bolt, another kind of latch lock.. he loves locks. I knew they would go over well. And all attention turned to the door- and how he can make a door and lock it. Hmmm- but really he didn't want suggestions or ideas. He didn't know what to do- and he was asking us for ideas. But when we answered- ugh- here we go again. So I walk away. That's what I try to do for the most part when he starts in with either verbal or physical behaviors. And then something happened. He didn't aggress (that'a a behavioral term for going after me, he simply went about his business trying to figure out how to build this door. Wow- pretty awesome moment. This building of the fort went on for about 7 hours today. Non stop- he was so engaged in this activity. Hammering, drilling, planning, trying, trying and trying again when the locks didn't work the way he wanted. Pretty cool in my book on so many levels. And then down again. Really- now what? I was about 100 feet away working on my new cool kitchen island made from an Ikea table by adding my repurposed fence boards- it's looking good (will post when I'm done) so, back to my project, he's working on his project. Pretty good thing going on here- and then all I hear is L (behaviorist) threw my smoothie and it hit the car!- WHAT..... oh come on ... not exactly- He doesn't ever realize that I am always listening, even when I look like I"m not. I need to always be present in case something erupts between him and the behaviorist. So I knew exactly what happened. He asked L to move the smoothie- even though he was right next to it- she asked him to just move it since it's right there, and with all his hammering- it fell over and spilled. Okay, no big deal, right? Wrong- he got upset, yelled at L, it's her fault and then threw the smoothie and it splattered on the car while L just simply walked away. So, not quite the story little man. But then he again got engrossed with his project. Keeping up yet?? Okay, fast forward. L is gone. Sarah comes home from school. Megan comes home from school. Oh, one big important fact........ he hasn't taken one nap at all today. Not one. So, okay- no nap, how will this day end? Hmmm- fast forward, Brian comes home. Things appear to be going just fine. Then Boom..... now what? Something about football, and he's mad at daddy because of football, and blah blah blah.... ugh- and he starts up again. In fact, he starts climbing and climbing the anger mountain. At first he retreated. Hid in the garage- we thought- good, he's calming himself down. He was in there for about 10 minutes (or so it seemed) and then there he was- at the front door with a giant stick threatening to hit us. Brian intercepts him, takes the stick from him (he's a little braver at the approach then I am) and he was needing restraint. He was crying, he was yelling, he was angry, he was sad, he was crying harder, he was fighting with every ounce of his body. I hate this. I hate this so much. And there is nothing else we can do when he's like this. He'll hurt himself or someone else. But I hate this part of whatever it is- Autism, PTSD, Mood Disorder- what ever it is- I hate this part of it- the part where he gets so out of control that we have to restrain him with every ounce of our being because damn he gets super strength when he's like this. So much, that I had to step in and help Brian. He's spitting, he's pinching, he's kicking. He's twisting, he's sweating, he's stinky, he's slippery to hold on to because he's so sweaty. But he's not backing down, he's not calming down... this is a big one. I even got Ollie- and he refused him and pushed him away. Then he'd smile, and then he'd cry. Oh boy- he has no idea what he is experiencing. So, this went on for about 45 minutes. Yep, 45 minutes into our evening- girls were just playing else where (they usually know to stay away, and if not, we tell them very quickly to go in the other room). So 45 minutes, he kind of accepts Oliver, we back off a bit to see what he will do. He tries to start up again because now he's mad we held him down as he calls it- and then started to cry. Cry not like a nine year old cry. Cry like a 1 or 2 year old cry. Where the world is collapsing around him and he can't stop it. I hate this part too. Believe it or not, this is a scientific graph-able (is that a word?) behavior- and there are stages to this kind of meltdown, rage episodes. Who knew? But I guess we really always have, because we know that unless he has made it full circle to the crying and weaping part of the cycle- it will start up again. But if he continues through the crying and weaping phase... then odds are he's over it- the behavior will be done. And it was. But not without us feeling like crap. Us feeling exhausted. Us feeling sad. So many different emotions- and with a day like today - a big roller coaster ride up and down up and down. It's hard sometimes (okay most of the time) to keep ourselves in check. But one thing is for sure, these days do make me sad. Sad that my little guy struggled so much. He couldn't get himself together to prevent this kind of major meltdown. He had moments today- lovely moments. Enjoying his fort. Sharing his fort with Sarah- pretty awesome moment for me! But then in the next moment- boom. He's in utter despair. His world is intolerable to him. His body is being assaulted by things that no one else can understand or experience. It's like he tries to crawl out of his skin at times. And so, I"m exhausted physically and emotionally. Brian is tired, physically and emotionally. These are hard days for us. We are simply helpless. And now it's time to put the girls to bed. Get some sleep. And a new day will start all over again for us. My only hope is it's a little kid roller coaster ride. No more big roller coasters with several loop D loops, corkscrews, and faster then lightening. It's starting to make me feel a little whoozy!