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Showing posts with label Growing Pains. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Growing Pains. Show all posts

Monday, May 5, 2008

Moving...

This whole year has been about moving for me. Moving on, moving out, moving right along... It's been tough... i mean, WHO likes to move?? This weekend I moved from my apartment into a more comfortable townhouse. It was a little emotional leaving my little 2 bedroom apartment that saw me thru the worst of times, but I hope that the new place will be home to much better times. The boys each have their own rooms now, which should see a blessing. There is less worry about bothering the neighbors with Ryan's consistant stomping and Andrew's consistant yelling. I'm a little worried about the stairs, since it's 2 stories, but anyone who knows me knows that I worry about stairs with EVERYONE, not just children. I'm pretty sure in a past life I died falling down some stairs. I bet that was graceful.

I had some great help this past week(end) and I couldn't have done any of this move without everyone who was there. I'm SO fortunate to have such great family and friends.

Here's some pics from the move.




A little corner of paradise...







Old McDonald had a farm... behind my TV


Thursday, March 13, 2008

Update

Ok I realize I've been slacking here. Things have been nuts for me lately! Batman and I broke up. And no, I never got to see the batcave. That's a huge reason I was over it. He didn't let me into his life as much as I was letting him in mine and I began to feel cheated over the effort. He had issues with me as well, anyone dating a single mom who tells her flat out "I don't want to raise someone else's kids" is just way too full of himself. I'm pretty sure no one asked him to raise anyone! They have a daddy. And more important, they have me. And he wasn't good enough to even know them. So it was just all for the best. Plus he wanted to do the whole marriage and family thing for himself for the first time and I'm just not the girl for that. I would definately get married again, but I don't want to have more babies... this is becoming a big deal in the dating world I see. Plus there was a girl he can't get over, so he's back trying that out again, best of luck to ya brother. He needs to experience his life on his own for the first time. He's way to selfish to be with someone who has been down that road and back again. I, on the other hand, am getting over it nicely (he made it easy to do that since he became a jerk).

Ryan started his therapies, it's all going well so far! He's talking SO much more. He's saying cool new words every day, like Shoes (this morning!) and Ella (yesterday, a girl in his class). It's so awesome!

Andrew is being really grown up all of a sudden. He's getting the worse attitude but also can still be so sweet! Ah the joys of being 4.

Other than that nothing else is going on. Lots of life changes and learning from mistakes. That's what we do right?

Sunday, February 3, 2008

Sweet Baby Ryan

Sweet Baby Ryan has always been his name. He was the quietest baby, so good and calm. Didn't make a peep unless it was for good reason. He stayed a baby for so long being that he didn't roll until 8 months (about 4 months late) or crawl until 13 months (about 7 months late) or walk until 18 months (about 6 months late). I feel like he's been a baby forever. With a limited vocabulary of about 6 non-distinguishable words, he's the complete opposite of Andrew at this age. I try not to compare them. Of course, like every other new mom of 2, I started out comparing them, but it became obvious pretty early on that they are not the same in any way.

So as Ryan grew and got bigger physically, it was easy to see that he was not growing developmentally. I was at home with him his first year, and I felt like I worked with him just as much as I did with Andrew. But it didn't take. I took him to the doctor on many occasions, just to check his muscle development. When he wasn't rolling, wasn't pulling up, wasn't sitting on his own. The whole time the ped told me he was fine, he was just a big boy and wasn't interested in those skills right now, not to worry... it will come. I called friends of mine who are OT's and PT's and they encouraged me to call Babies Can't Wait. I asked my pediatrician, he said he would recommend waiting. Around this time my marriage ended, my entire world changed. I went from a suburban stay at home mom and wife to a single working mom in less than 2 weeks. I was emotionally unable to process all these changes and so I pushed them to the side and thought that I would deal with them later. I focused on trying to stay strong and do what I could for my boys. Ryan and his development got pushed to the back of my to do list. If I would have listened to my friends, I would have gotten him help sooner, but I couldn't handle one more thing on top of everything else going on. Thus the beginning of "mom guilt".

Ryan is now 21 months. He is tall for his age and very very strong. He is very loving and his face lights up like a firecracker when he's happy. I started the Babies Can't Wait process about 2 months ago and he was just evaluated last week. Ryan qualifies for Speech Therapy and Occupational Therapy for Fine Motor Skills. The therapists are claiming he probably has an Audio Sensory Disorder.. which his Ped finally agreed to. This is called Sensory Integration Disorder or something of that sort (the name of the disorder changed recently). Anyway, kids with SI cover many spectrums. They can be from one extreme to the other. Basically it's a problem with their central nervous system that causes their senses to be out of sync. Most people have heard of kids that won't walk on grass or won't taste different textures,etc because they are very sensitive to every feeling/taste/sound.... Ryan is the opposite. He needs more stimulation than average, needing to push, pull, bounce, stomp, grab, pinch, etc in order to feel. He craves resistance to his body, pressure on his skin, cramming his mouth with food in order to taste it, visually stimulating objects like light shows or bright cartoons, loud music and lots of movement.

So how do we deal with this, any why should we? Well first of all we should because this disorder would make it hard for him to learn fine motor skills. Fine motor skills require patience and gentleness. There isn't much gentle about Ryan. For him to learn to pet a dog without grabbing it, learn to hold a fork without stabbing something, learn to draw with a pencil without eating it... How do we help? I guess therapy, and patience, and lots of love. He's a brut, and will be one hell of a football player!

Monday, January 14, 2008

Just for kicks and giggles...

So I really don't have anything fabulous to blog about but since I'm at work, avoiding work, I'll think of something. Let's start with the weekend. Friday night my sweet guy showed up after work to spend the evening with me. We ended up at a down home cookin' resturaunt that had great apple pie. After eating dinner and even dessert (which I never order) we ended up with our jaws on the floor at the waitress's insistance that they did not accept plastic of any kind. Seriously? What year is this? So we ended up leaving on trust. I guess there are other people who live in the Land Of The Golden Rule besides just me. I love that.

Saturday I worked. Then went to watch the Pats play at Frankies with Chris, Heather, his family and some other great friends. I drank too much, partied too hard and had a really great time.

Sunday I spent the afternoon with Lisa at the movie theater. Then I went home and did a few home things until the boys finally arrived. I missed them this weekend.

I'm still searching for an at home daycare for Ryan. I have a few people to interview on Wednesday and Thursday. I really wish this would just go away and fix itself.

Friday, January 11, 2008

Day Care Drama

Sweet Baby Ryan. That's what we called him for the first year of his life. He was so quiet, so calm, so easy peasy. Just a sweeeeeet giant sized baby. (9 lbs at birth, 2 feet tall). Oh my how things change. Ryan is in the process of getting kicked out of daycare. Kicked out. Seriously. Like expelled... for being MEAN. He's a biter and a scratcher and a pincher. He does it out of meanness and frusteration. Ryan still isn't talking much, so it is believed that his speech delay is causing his Chuck Norris Complex to get a little out of control. I'm in the process of finding a home care place for him or something of that sort. I'm also waiting for Babies Can't Wait to get off their tales and get our evaluation process started so we can begin therapy for him. Ryan is about 6 months behind developmentally and it's getting to the point where he needs to catch up, or he's going to slip further and further. These are important milestones we're missing out on here. And no, I'm not judging from Andrew's performance as a toddler, because let's face it, that was out of control advanced. I'm evaluating him based on the general milestones all kids his age should be reaching. So I'll let BCW see what they think and hopefully we'll get him some help soon. I don't want to be in the dark on all this and be that parent that thinks her kid is perfect when really he should be wearing a helmet.

Suprisingly enough, I'm not stressing!!! I'm praying alot. A LOT. I am carrying my crosses and I haven't had to stop to take a breath yet, so as long as I can keep up I'll be A-OK.

Friday, December 14, 2007

Andrew's Pledge

I refound these video's from last year, and don't want to lose them so I figured I'd share them here to keep them in the archives.




Photo Sharing - Video Sharing - Photo Printing - Photo Books




Photo Sharing - Video Sharing - Photo Printing - Photo Books

Sunday, December 9, 2007

Andrew's 4th Birthday Party

Thursday, November 22, 2007

60 days and nights

It's Thanksgiving. I re-found my blog. I haven't written here in a while and things are pretty different. It's amazing how fast life changes. I thought about this because I have been trying to do so well with the thought of the Holidays. My first Holidays in 10 years alone. I have my boys, but like today they are going with their dad to his family's house. So I will be at my family's house alone. I was fine with that, thinking it would be great to just hang out with my cousins and sisters and not chase children around.... until I saw a damn Publix commercial about being Thankful. Then I lost it. I haven't lost it in a long while, but I did today. In the middle of breakfast, with the TV turned to the Thanksgiving Parade (one of my favorite things!) I broke down. Again. I am Thankful for my children, I am thankful for our health, I am thankful for my family and my amazing friends. I am thankful for old friends and new friends, and both kinds of friends in one. I am thankful for being on my own, being able to take care of myself and my children spiritually, financially and emotionally (well most of the time). I am thankful for my job and for my co workers who I adore. I am thankful for so many things. By the way, I am also thankful for therapy, and meds, and alcohol,... just a little shout out to the things that I used to get thru my hump. I am thankful there are guys out there that are perfectly fine with the fact that you have a family. And they want to be your friend anyway. I am greatful for my new friends who have given me a new sense of myself as a person on my own, not someone's wife or mother.

Anyway, there are so many things I'm thankful for. I am thankful I re found my now 2nd blog... and I think I'm gonna share it.