Saturday, July 11, 2009

For my sister

Sister...before you scroll down to view today's photo...be sure you're sitting down!
What am I saying? You're almost always sitting on your butt.
OK, so instead, make sure you're comfortably situated on your humongous sofa with your feet propped up and your laptop firmly placed on a pillow in your lap.
Again...what other way would you be found on a Saturday??
Anyway, this is important. So do it.
Because what I am about to show you will leave your overcome with cuteness.
And it will leave you wondering "What the heck happened??"
And also, "Where did EIGHT YEARS go??"
And "Wait...are they triplets??"
And probably, "Awwwwwwww!"
Scroll down now...
Go ahead.
I'll wait.

Awww!!
Look at those three little blond babies!
Look at their little chubby cheeks, pudgy hands, itty bitty teeth and tiny knees!
Aren't they the most precious things you've ever seen??
Where the heck did eight years go??
Who told them they could turn into big kids?
Now they're all long skinny legs and crooked teeth or braces.
You're welcome for the flashback, Sister.
You may get up now and go about your business.
No, really.
I mean it.
Get up.
Get off your butt now.
Get busy.
Go!
And don't leave your laptop where your current three year old will step on it again!

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Preemies to Preteens

When our twins arrived on the scene around 10 weeks early, my hubby and I were suddenly plucked from our comfort zone and tossed down in a whole new world. We had plenty of experience with the parenting thing, but we had lived blissfully in the land of healthy kids for almost eight years. Other than Darling Daughter flinging herself off of things and requiring stitches on occasion, we hadn't had too much to deal with. In fact, when I woke up in labor that Thursday morning, I really thought that we would just go to the hospital, the doctor would "fix" it with a shot or something, and we would go home to wait another couple of months. When we were informed that: 1. our babies were coming right now; 2. they couldn't be born at our chosen hospital; 3. an ambulance was required; 4. they may not survive and 5. if they did, we would most definitely be going home without them...well, to say we were in shock would be an understatement!

We all lived through their birth (parents and twins) and so did the doctors...even the one that bore the brunt of Hubby's anxious-father-attitude. Eventually, those tiny babies came home. And then we were faced with the task of raising babies who did NOTHING by the book. I'll get into Pip Squeak's adventures another day. For now I'm going to share a little about the Sensory Integration Disorder that our Quatro displayed as soon as he entered the world and has slowly either outgrown or learned to deal with over the last twelve years...from Preemie to Preteen. It's my hope that those parents out there who are dealing with Sensory Issues for WHATEVER reason will see a light at the end of that long, dark tunnel.

That Scary, Noisy NICU

At birth, Quatro's nervous system wasn't fully developed. For this reason, even a light touch on his skin would cause him to stop breathing. He spent many, many days chilling out spread-eagle in the incubator while we sat and stared at him...because if we attempted to stroke him or touch him or heaven forbid HOLD him, he would freak! His heart rate would plummet, his breathing would cease and nurses would come running to pop open the top of his bed and thump the living daylights out of his frail little body. Of course, the nurses HAD to handle our child, and he had to listen to beeps, alarms, voices, respirators, and cries twenty-four hours a day. He coped with this over-stimulation by blocking it all out and sleeping like no baby of ours had ever slept before. All of this, it seems, was a precursor to his reaction to the world when we finally brought him home.




Baby Swings, Bouncy Seats and Mushy Foods



As Quatro was introduced to Life in the Real World, his sensory issues continued. Both of my twins stayed on heart rate/apnea monitors for many months, but for different reasons. We quickly found out that Quatro was NOT soothed by the rhythmic motion of the baby swing or the vibration of the bouncy seat. He was terrified! His body could not register the vestibular input it was receiving. He had no idea where his body was in space, so to speak, and therefore quick movements were frightening. Also, he didn't like the feeling of being undressed or wet. Baths were a nightmare. He craved pressure and swaddling and snuggly hugs. Never, ever scoop Baby Quatro up and hold him up in the air to blow a raspberry on his tummy! Don't rock too fast and finish his bath as fast as humanly possible. His first trip to the beach? Yeah, he slept on a beach towel every second...the wind took his breath away, the sand felt disgusting and the sound of the waves was too much for his ears. The world was an overwhelming place for our little fellow. We began Occupational Therapy around the age of 18 months.



Wearing His Coat and Hood ALL Day Long




As he grew into a small child and went to school, he continued to display his sensory behaviors. If he went to school zipped up in his coat, then he STAYED at school zipped up in his coat. No one could convince him to remove it no matter how warm it was in the building. Forcing him to take it off resulted in quiet tears as he felt rattled and confused. (Although the teachers thought this was cute, the other kids thought it was weird!) Taking him on outings with the family or even holding childhood rituals like birthday parties were events that had to be modified. The circus? Forget it. Crowds of people, weird smells, strange noises...too much! He would FALL ASLEEP as soon as we took our seats in the movie theater. It didn't matter that he was really excited to SEE the movie. He couldn't help it. During his own birthday party, he would retreat to our bedroom and hunker down under the covers until all the craziness was over. On the Fourth of July, he and I would stay in the house and turn up the tv to drown out the horrifying noises. Around this age he began to roll himself up in his comforter at night...like a burrito...in order to fall asleep. Without the pressure sensation, he would stay awake wiggling for hours. Also, foods were a problem. Different textures would cause him to gag. We learned how to "brush" him and do joint compressions. We brushed the inside of his mouth before he ate. We bought him a weighted vest. We went to therapy where he was put on platform swings, climbing walls, huge balls, ball pits, you name it, it was done. Slowly, he began to learn to cope with the overload of signals life threw his way.

Jumping Off Diving Boards and Riding on Skateboards



If you had told me five years ago that Quatro would spend his twelfth summer flipping off the diving board, swimming underwater like a fish, LIGHTING his own fireworks, mowing the lawn, going to parties and looking forward to our vacation at the beach, I would have called you insane! And yet, here we are. He's a healthy, well-adjusted boy on the verge of teenagerhood and although he's still a tiny bit quirky, he's mostly an average kid. Oh yes, he still makes himself into a human egg roll at night. But the child who wore a hood on his head to avoid the wind in his ears? Now he sleeps with a fan blowing gale-force breezes in his face! He still doesn't want to take a bath...but that's because he's too busy RIDING his MOVING skateboard DOWN a HILL than his sensory issues with water. He still prefers not to eat cheese...ever...but that has to do with taste, not texture. And he has absolutely atrocious handwriting, which I think IS still due to sensory things...he doesn't hold his pencil tightly enough or use a firm enough pressure on the page, but it's at least legible so I don't complain. Much. Really.





If you suspect your little one is suffering with sensory issues, please have it investigated by someone who knows what to look for. Children with SID don't want to find the world overbearing...they can't help it. A good therapy program can make a world of difference in your child's life. It's meant everything to Quatro.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Wednesday Prayer Meetin'



James 1:12
Blessed is the man who perseveres under trial, because when he has stood the test, he will receive the crown of life that God has promised to those who love him.
Today...
I have some really GOOD news to pass along!

Dr. Park's office in St. Louis called Seth's mom last Friday. It seems that Dr. Park had spent most of the day reviewing Seth's medical records, MRI's, x-rays, therapy videos, etc. In looking through his records, Dr. Park has found that the extent of damage to Seth's brain is NOT all that bad. Yes, he has Cerebral Palsy, but the damage is less than that of about 90% of the patients that Dr. Park usually treats. (It's amazing to me how the human brain functions. I mean, some people have major trauma to the brain and they heal and recover normally, while others sustain a tiny little injury and it changes their lives forever.)

Anyway...this is the BEST PART:

The doctor feels that Seth should be WALKING within four months after his surgery!!

And yes, we sat at Jiu Jitsu and laughed and smiled like idiots as she shared this news. It's so exciting to think that sometime in the next several months this little boy will be up on his own two feet and playing like any other kid. God is so good.

Now we just have to get Seth to St. Louis!

Which means...that the fundraiser is vitally important!! Please go check out Scootin' For Seth, and make plans to stop by on July 25. There will be something for literally everyone! Darling Daughter has been selling raffle tickets like crazy...I think she sold her first hundred in less than four hours. But there are PLENTY more. If you want to help make a difference in this sweet little fellow's life, please get in touch with me. If you live nearby, I will BRING you some tickets.

And now on to this angelic face:

Landen will undergo HIS operation on Monday morning. His family seems more at peace with things this week, and they're so thankful for all of your prayers! They'll be leaving on Thursday afternoon to get out of town for a few days and just be together as a family. (So, Thursday will be the last time DD and I get our hands on this precious baby before he has his surgery!)

Please remember this darling face and pray for Landen this week.

Thanks for your support in sharing Landen's story and his button! I've been meaning to give credit to Tonggu Momma for creating the button for me! I have no clue how to do it myself, but she's good like that.

And I don't know what those sentences are yellow...but oh well.

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

The Dingbat Diaries, Boy Version, vol.3

I mentioned last week that the twins and I are reading the Percy Jackson series in which Percy (Perseus) Jackson finds out that he's no ordinary 12 year old kid. He's actually a son of the god of the sea, Poseidon. These books are really interesting, and the boys have been known to argue heatedly over who gets to read ahead in the book during afternoon "room time."

And they're actually delving into Greek Mythology on their own.

Quatro had the book to himself one day this week and came to share the results of Percy's lastest battle with me. I asked him a few questions about other characters...

"Who was the god of the sky again??"

Zeus!

"And the war god? What was his name?"

Ares! (In the book he rides a motorcycle and carries weapons.)

"And the god of the underworld? The one who hates Percy's dad?"

HAZ-MAT!

Haz-Mat? Possibly he's been hanging around his dad and older brother too much this summer? I'm pretty sure Haz-Mat has more to do with dangerous materials and their recovery. Not Hades and the underworld.

Monday, July 6, 2009

Celebrating the Fourth

The grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins came over to our house on Saturday.
Even one of the great-grandaddy's was present. (He loves any kind of family get-together, especially when there's food involved.)
The cousins hung out in the pool for the afternoon...and Lucy was very well behaved while we had nothing but big kids...she didn't so much as bark at anyone as long as there were teens and preteens around...in fact, she pretty much minded her own business...until the little ones arrived. Then she tried to eat a perfectly innocent three-year-old, so she had to go to her room for the rest of the evening. I'm thinking she needs to be branded a "No Small Children" type of dog. Because the baby didn't even look at her before she went for a leg.


Darling Daughter coaxed the five yr old into the water and then saved the baby when he fell in minutes later. He was wearing some kind of Spiderman life-jacket suit thingie, so he wasn't in any danger...but he wasn't too thrilled at being soaking wet, either.
The above photo is the result of a life-long cheerleader with no little sisters. She forced her brothers to practice stunting with her. Quatro has gotten pretty darn good at it!
Then the exhausted kids came inside whining about being hungry...but it wasn't quite time to eat yet. So...what to do? Stick a huge tray of veggies in front of them. Have you ever seen 11-19 year olds on a feeding frenzy?? It really doesn't matter what you give them...when they're starving, they'll devour anything in their path. They finished off cucumbers, red & green bell peppers, broccoli, carrots, and cauliflower in about 10 minutes.
Then it was on to the "real" food. BBQ chicken, ribs, hash, rice, potato salad, rolls, pineapple upside down cake, strawberry pie and ummm...



ice cold, juicy, sweet watermelon!!



Did you notice? One twin used a fork and a plate for his watermelon? The other dug in face first and gobbled it down! Then stuck his face in the pool to clean it off.


The girls had stayed up until about 5 am the night before so I'm not really sure how they were STILL up at dark...



but they were ready for some fireworks!
We were treated to quite a show between Oldest and Quatro and our neighbors who usually spend a fortune on the things!




Darling Daughter even held a sparkler...without burning her fingers!!



We felt quite safe with three firemen on board. The Oldest did most of the firework-lighting, but this year Quatro convinced his dad that he was old enough to help. He actually did well and had fun, but let me just say...Pip Squeak...no fireworks. Ever. That boy is scary! Oldest handed him a Roman Candle and he proceeded to point it straight into the woods. Then turned around and aimed it at the truck! Then he went to light another one and LEANED DOWN over it while trying to light the fuse...no...not good. He'll be on the sidelines watching for a while yet!




It's a good thing we celebrated the Fourth of July on the Fourth and not the Fifth! We had great weather...a little warm, but not humid and a nice breeze. But the FIFTH! Storms, lightning, thunder, wind, torrential rain, limbs down, power out! Whew!

Well...I'm off to pack. Beach this weekend!

Which reminds me...anyone want to Lucy-sit next week??

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Disclaimer from a kid?

The other day the kids were swimming...or well, not so much swimming as diving for sticks, playing keep-away with a soccer ball, leaping off the diving board and causing general chaos in the water.



Anyway.



So Quatro had the soccer ball and was about to toss it at the Pip Squeak (whom he had already nailed right in the face many times...accidentally of course...and who had whined every time he had gotten hit.) He held the ball back over his head preparing to throw and shouted:



"I will NOT be held responsible for any phyiscal injuries or emotional trauma resulting from the outcome of this throw!"



Come again?



Whatever happened to "Heads up!" ???

Saturday, July 4, 2009

The Dingbat Diaries, Mom Edition

It's pretty bad when you have to jot down your grocery list on your hand while driving just so that you can remember what you need to buy as go across the highway from one store to the next. (I know it's dangerous to make notes while driving, shut up!)
It's even worse when get into the store and discover that you can't read your own writing on your own stinkin' hand!!

I could make out the BBQ sauce, strawberries, pie crust, and Sprite.
But Darling Daughter and I stood there in Kroger forever trying to figure out what in the heck that last thing was! We could NOT read it. Still don't know what I supposed to get.
Probably it was ADD meds! Cause not only could I not read it, I couldn't remember what I wrote 3 minutes ago, either.
Dementia?? Hormones? Old age?? Or just Dingbat Syndrome? You decide.