Thursday, December 31, 2009

Birthday pictures

Dan went to the grocery store for balloons and came back with a party!



Seriously, this girl got SO MANY PRESENTS this week. What a score!



What's really funny is that almost all her birthday presents were games. This one was from Greena and Par--The Ladybug Game! We played it that evening and it was really fun. (Though Mommy won, so it wasn't *quite* as fun as Abby hoped. Next time!)



Shocker--a picture where she's a) facing the camera, b) not trying to hide her face, and c) actually sort of smiling. (Unlike ALL the pictures I took while she opened her presents.) She definitely looks like a big kid!




That night we had some ice cream for dessert and put Abby's "4" candle in it. I love this shot of Penny Jane:



Abby admiring her candle:




Abby being sung to. Note to self: NEVER let waiters serenade her for her birthday--she'd probably hide under the table...



Blow out the candle!



Earlier in the day when we went to Baskin-Robbins we let PJ have a little sample-spoon sized bite of Abby's rainbow sherbet. It was a hit! I wasn't sure what she'd think of the cold, but apparently she wasn't phased. So when she saw the ice cream being dished out, she wanted some, too. It's funny how many "bad" foods I've let PJ have in the name of just trying to get her to eat *anything*--I don't think Abby had ice cream until this past January!



Fun day for sure!

Monday, December 28, 2009

Happy Birthday to Abby!

Abby is 4. How on earth did that happen!? I have pictures, really I do, but they're on the internal memory of the camera and I can't figure out how to get them off. once I track down a cord with what is apparently the world's smallest USB I'll post them.

Dan brought her down this morning when she woke up around 7. She was excited by our kick-butt decorating in the kitchen (where are those photos when you need them?!) We opened presents and then had cinnamon rolls. It was a very gamey birthday--she got four of them! We played all of them at one time or another over the course of the day. I am especially fond of The Ladybug Game--thank you Green and Par! Hullabaloo is fun, too--gets you up and moving, and she can play it on her own, which is a good thing. At least, she can when PJ doesn't run off with the little pads you hop to and from. You can imagine how much PJ enjoys it when we all go chasing after her to get them back.

We went to lunch with my parents, and then to Toys R Us, where they let her pick something out. Or rather, two somethings: a teddy bear dressed like Belle from Beauty and the Beast, and a My Little Pony doll house. The bear came into Baskin-Robbins with us for dessert and the ponies got a lot of play time when we got home.

I was nervous about how this birthday would go. I kept waiting for the birthday party question--as in, when is it and who is coming? I got it yesterday. "So what friends are coming to my party tomorrow, Mommy?" *insert breaking of my heart here* This is the only thing that I truly struggle with here in Colorado--the fact that AJ still has barely any friends. Well, only one friend, really, and unfortunately she was unable to get together last week like we'd hoped, though we'll see her and her mom and brother once they're back from their Christmas vacation. I explained what we'd do on her birthday, and that we'd get together with Chloe when she was back in town, and apparently that was all okay with Abby because she didn't say anything else. I just pray we know a few other girls well by next December so we can have a proper party, with hats and everything. (That was the one thing we didn't get, and the one thing she asked about this morning. "Where are the party hats??" Doh.)

All in all I think she had a really good day. Me, I'm just wandering in a daze wondering where my little baby went.

Thursday, December 24, 2009



May the true meaning of Christmas be in your hearts and minds today and all year long. Merry Christmas from the Morrows.

Friday, December 4, 2009

A performer to the core

We've been saying for a while now that PJ is the performer. I think this illustrates it perfectly:

PJ was nursing and Abby was dancing. She struck her final pose and said, "I'm done!" (That's how I know I'm supposed to clap. It's not always obvious.) So I clapped and said, "Bravo! Encore!" Then suddenly Penny sits up, bows, and says, "Dank you! Dank you!"

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Hulahoopin Abby



This is Abby's latest trick. She's been practicing--like, *really* practicing, actually working on getting better at it. Suddenly this past week everything clicked, and now she can do it forever. This is a longish video, and the first two times she doesn't last that long, but keep watching and see how long she goes on that third attempt. I think we need to call the Guinness Books...

The first of a few videos



We have four or five videos to post but it is taking us longer than we hoped. Since I know a couple of you have been asking about them, I'll put one of them up now that is ready to go. These are not works of art and nothing especially exciting, but I know those of you who are not currently seeing the girls much will enjoy them.

And when Abby shows you how long her hair is, you need to know that if it were wet or you could pull those curls out, it would go well below her waste. It's sneaky long.

So, enjoy, and hopefully we will get a few more similar videos up soon.

dan

Sunday, November 22, 2009

What they said

The other morning Abby scribbled a picture in her notebook, ripped it out, and then handed to me as she said, "Take this to your leader."

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I was playing hide and seek with the girls, and it was Abby's turn to hide. Pj, being unclear on the hiding concept, usually just tags along with whomever is seeking, so I had her on the couch with me. I started counting, "One, two, three, four, five, six--"

PJ: "Six."

Me: "Right, six! Seven--"

PJ: "Eight."

Me (and Dan): *blinkblink* "That's right! Nine--"

PJ: "Ten!" (delivered with a gleam in her eye)

Such a smarty pants, that one.

hide-and-seek the Abby way


Saturday, November 21, 2009

A modern day Bedford Falls


Tonight was the 74th Annual Starlighting here in Castle Rock. For those who are as math-impaired as I, that means the star was built and lit for the first time in 1936, as a boon to the struggling locals whose spirits were dragging from the Depression. It's a huge affair--they block off the streets downtown and have booths set up, the firehouse holds a chili dinner fundraiser, one of the churches sets up a live nativity, and there are horse-drawn carriage rides. It was absolutely packed--someone we talked to said this was the biggest turnout they'd had in a few years. I'm sure it helped that the night was beautiful--more like mid-October than almost-late-November.

At about 5PM they started the program in front of the courthouse. They started with the pledge and the National Anthem--who does that anymore?! It was wonderful! Then a local pastor prayed, and it wasn't some nebulous, PC-thing either, it was all about Jesus. Then, after a couple quick speeches and some carolers, someone read the Starlighting Poem, written by a Denver poet in 1966:

The Star of Castle Rock

by Helen Lowrie Marshall

Long years ago in Bethlehem
A star shone brilliant bright
Above the place where Christ was born
On that first Christmas night.

And Wisemen, following its gleam,
Came traveling from afar
To see the miracle that lay
Beneath that glorious star.

Tonight, we light our Christmas star
In memory of that birth,
Proclaiming to the world our wish
For peace, good will on earth.

A star whose radiant glow reveals
The close, encircling ties
That bind the hearts of all whose hands
Have placed it in the skies.

A beacon light whose beams reach out
To lift the hearts of men,
That they may sense the wonder
Of His coming once again.

That travelers by earth and sky
Who journey through the night
May feel the warmth and peace and cheer
Reflected in its light.

For now-as-then-the star proclaims
A miracle sublime
The miracle of love reborn
Each blessed Christmas-time.

And, as the Star of Bethlehem
Declared the Savior's birth-
May this-the Star of Castle Rock
Shine forth for Peace on Earth.

At 5:30 Santa came up to the stage to flip the switch, and we all counted down together and cheered like maniacs when the star began to shine. Then some more Christmas carols were sung as people began to shuffle on their way. We hight-tailed it out in the hopes of scoring a table at a restaurant on the other "non-historic" downtown area, but we weren't quite quick enough, so Chick-Fil-A was Plan B.

The girls did really well, given there wasn't a lot for them to do. We brought our big jogging stroller since we knew we'd have to hike from wherever we found parking--the festivities started at 1 but we didn't go down until 4:30--and Abby lasted in there for quite a while, though PJ had had enough after about 20 minutes. I'm looking forward to turning this into a Morrow family tradition in the years to come; it's such a great way to kick off the holiday season. Dan's even got Christmas music on downstairs.

This is the kind of experience I've always wanted: the small town style celebration of traditions that have spanned decades and hold a special place in the community's collective memory. I'm so happy to be living here.

Friday, November 13, 2009

Happy Harvest!

We've never really decorated for autumn or Halloween or Thanksgiving, but with this giant mantel it seemed a shame not to try to spruce it up for the season. We've been hitting all the post-Halloween sales and picking up things here and there that are autumn-y and harvest-y (and not Halloween-y), and today Dan and Abby visited Michaels to complete the collection. They called me down from my office to reveal this:










Abby proudly told me she helped get off all the price tags. :)

So now we're officially decorated for the season! We've already found some Christmas things on sale, believe it or not, and since we used to decorate for that back in RSM we should have enough stuff to make the space look at least half-way decent come December. We're going to try to decorate it for all the seasons, since otherwise it's an awfully big, empty, BORING space. If you've got any ideas for what to put up there come spring and summer, let me know!

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Oh the weather outside is frightful...

...but the view is so delightful! And since we've no place to go (good thing, too, since we don't have a snow blower), let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!

It started snowing Tuesday night. It hasn't stopped yet.



Yes--nearly 18 inches.


13 inches on the deck railing. How it stays up there so well without being blown off I don't know. And the wind is really blowing, at least now and then.


I LOVE the chair. It looks like it's holding a giant styrofoam cube.

Last night was interesting. Around 8:30 the power went out. Luckily I'm married to Dan, and within seconds he had a lantern and three kerosene lamps burning. I was trying to put PJ down at the time (Abby was already out) but she refused, so when we got downstairs Dan gave her one of those glow sticks you sometimes see kids using while trick-or-treating. She enjoyed running around with that until she finally zonked out and I put her to bed, at which point I started wondering just how cold the house would get without the heat running. We have two down comforters, and wouldn't you know they're both apparently still boxed up in the garage somewhere. *sigh* But snow is a bit insulating, as an igloo-building Eskimo will tell you, and it stayed surprisingly comfortable until the power was restored somewhere around 3am. 

My other concern was the food in the fridge, of which there's not a lot at the moment, so I knew it would all warm up pretty quickly. So we shoved all the important stuff together and surrounded it with gallon-sized Ziploc bags filled with--what else?!--snow.

By way of comparison, here are some photos we took last night before filling the Ziploc bags:


Only 9 inches last night around 9:30PM. 







I have no idea when it's supposed to stop, but I hope it's soon, if only so that we don't go completely out of our minds from being cooped up inside. We're the kind of family that goes *somewhere* every single day. Three days of the house...who knows what might happen!


Thursday, October 22, 2009

Pumpkin Patch

We went to the pumpkin patch with our friends Christina and EJ Smith, and their kids Chloe and Colin. It was HOT, believe it or not, and we didn't stay all that long because the kids were all looking so flushed--and this was, like, 4 in the afternoon! We did end up buying Abby her first pumpkin, and a little one for PJ, and the girls had fun in the hay maze and checking out the animals. After we were done we went to the Smith's place for dinner and ended up staying until nine o'clock! We had a really great time, and the girls were zonked before we were halfway home. The perfect end to the evening. :)

Contrary to how it looks, Abby was not crying. Trying to get that child to smile for a picture these days is impossible.







The reluctant ballerina...in pictures






Though she doesn't look reluctant, that's for sure!

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

The Reluctant Ballerina

(Very cute pictures to come--just don't have the time before bed, sorry.)

Today was Abby's first ballet class. She has been so excited about starting, and when we got to the rec center she literally ran right out of her shoes on the way to the front door. The teacher is sweet, energetic without being too crazy, which is an important balance for Abby. The class had eight other girls, so it was a good size--not too overwhelming.

They started by learning how to "sit like a ballerina". While the teacher was going down the line of them, adjusting their legs and arms, Abby sat awaiting her turn with her legs splayed and let out a huge fart, then said all chipper-like, "Excuse me!" Much muffled laugher from the gallery of parents.

After they learned how to sit properly, they stood and went against the wall. Miss Marilyn had them go up on their tip-toes, and she used Abby as an example of how high they should go--those who know her well know that Abby has been walking on her toes nearly as long as she's been walking, so it was no surprise to me that she was used as the model. Unfortunately, this is when things began to fall apart.

Miss Marilyn had them walk on their tip-toes across the room. Totally not a challenge for Abby, yet she stayed against the wall as everyone else took off, looking like she didn't get the instructions. Eventually Miss Marilyn coaxed her into action, and they went across and then came back going backwards. When they got back to the first wall Miss Marilyn told them to do it again, and for some reason Abby came running over to me and just burst into tears.

We went out in the hall to talk. I asked if she was scared; she said yes. I talked about how nice Miss Marilyn was, and how encouraging and not-scary. I asked if she was confused about what to do; she said yes. We talked about watching the teacher and other students for clues, and how she could just say, "I'm confused, can you help me?" But she said she was too shy. My poor baby.

She calmed down and said she wanted to go back, so we went back in and they were lining back up on their "marks"-- little red tape spots on the floor. She went back to her spot and they began to do toe-pointing, and then a little move where they put their foot against their knee. After doing each of those a few times, the teacher had them alternate--point toe, foot to knee, point toe, foot to knee--with some music in the background. This was when things fell apart again. Abby got off pace with the teacher and the other students, and she burst yet again into tears. Back into the hall we went to talk some more about how this was just for fun, and it wasn't a big deal if she got off pace a little bit, and how everyone is just learning and sometimes it takes a while to get the hang of things. 

There were only a few minutes left, and I promised her a treat when we got home if she finished the class. We went back in and I stayed with her in the corner. They did a little cheer of sorts with pom-poms, and she did most of it. Then Miss Marilyn paired them off--I was Abby's partner--to make "London Bridge is Falling Down" type bridges. Then she had one pair of students go under one of the bridges like a train, and then had the bridge students attach themselves to the back of the train. They all went under another bridge, and then those girls attached to the back, and on and on until they got to us. Abby refused to get on, but then we did it again with music and this time when it came to us I held on to Abby's shoulder so I'd be the caboose and attached her to the back of the other girls.

That was the last bit, and then Miss Marilyn handed out Hello Kitty stickers, which made Abby so happy you'd never know she'd been crying for half the class. 

So...not the rosy experience I'd been hoping for, but at least the teacher is sweet and understanding. And I think a lot of it had to do with a number of factors unrelated to the class:

1. Yesterday was the dentist, and that was very new. Abby doesn't do new very often, and when she does, it's a big deal. Having two new experiences one right after the other may have been a bit too much for her.

2. She's in this nap transition where she needs a nap every 3 days or so. Tomorrow is nap day. But since she was up at 5:15 this morning, she really needed a nap today. But ballet is at 2:30, and she never would have been awake in time.

3. Abby has her mother's slow processing. In new situations it seems to take my brain, like, five times longer to decode information--and it ain't that fast in familiar situations, either. Having a line of parents armed with cell phones and video cameras staring at her, as well as a teacher (who is a large woman with a LOT of eye makeup and big hair), was most certainly stressful and distracting, and trying to follow along with new steps with all those eyes on her did not help the situation.

So, because of all those things, I'm actually encouraged. You may remember that the first day of swim class required major bribery to get her to participate at all. Well, by the end of the month she was dying to go to class and did everything she was asked. The swim teacher commented to me multiple times about how impressed she was with Abby's progress. And I think the same will happen here. We'll work this week on the little sitting pose, and the toe-pointing, and the foot-to-knee thing, and walking on tip-toes, and next week it'll all be old hat. I'll make sure she's had a nap the day before, and while I can't stop her from getting up early, I'll make sure she at least gets to bed at a decent hour the night before. We'll play some follow the leader so she gets some practice at picking up cues from what someone is doing, rather than what they're saying. And we'll talk a bunch about the class in case there are any other hidden anxieties that haven't come out yet. 

I don't think there are, though. I think this is just our Abby. And that's okay.

Monday, October 5, 2009

Say "ahhh"

Abby had her first dental cleaning today. I have been pretty nervous about it, but WOW did she blow me away with her cooperation and composure. And I have to say, the hygeinist and the dentist were absolutely fantastic. This is the second pediatric dentist I've been to, and these folks blew the others out of the water.

I didn't know what Abby's reaction would be when I told her we were going, so I didn't say anything about it until last night. Then, after lunch, we played dentist for a bit so we could talk about what would happen. I put her in the recliner and poked her teeth a bit, "scraped" them with the end of her toothbrush, brushed her teeth while making that really annoying whining sound dentists' toothbrushes always make, and introduced her to floss. (Yes, shame on me, I've never flossed her teeth. But seeing as it's only been in the last few months that she's allowed me to brush her teeth regularly without serious meltdowns, flossing has always seemed as an absolute impossibility. Turns out she's pretty okay with it--then again, you could drive a Beetle through the gaps between her baby teeth.) Of course, I let her play dentist too. Ever let a three-year-old brush and floss your teeth? Interesting.

When we got to the office, I was thrilled to see we were the only patients there. The receptionist greeted Abby by name. The hygeinist commented on Abby's ballet shoes (purchased this morning for her first ballet class tomorrow, and she refused to take them off before we left) and told Abby about her daughter that takes ballet classes, too, which impressed Abby. She let Abby pick a new toothbrush first, then gave her a goody bag of toothpaste and floss. I sort of freaked when we went back to the room for the exam; they don't have chairs, they have beds, and I knew Abby would not be cool with lying down. But Jill (the hygeinist) told her she could lie down and watch the movie playing on the ceiling (Finding Nemo, which scares the pants of Abby, unfortunately) or just sit on the bed, and said I could sit there too. So what's what we did.

Jill let Abby touch every tool before putting it near her mouth, and also tapped each one on her hand and then cheek. She only had to scrape in a couple places, and said there were no cavities (thank you, God!!). The cleaning went quick and the tooth "brush" (which was actually a little rubber cup and not a brush at all) hardly made any noise, which is good since Abby is definitely sensitive to noise. When she was done Dr. Jon came and did his thing, and even though he used the same tools and did the same sorts of thing Jill had done, he still went through the routine of letting Abby touch each one first and then tap them on her hand. I was really impressed by that. He said her teeth looked great, minus the obvious splaying of her upper teeth on the right side where she cheats her paci when talking around it. He showed me the trophies they make for kids when they stop sucking their thumbs or give up pacis--they actually make an impression of them and put them on a little trophy with the kid's name on it!

We were in and out in half an hour and Abby was completely unfazed by the whole thing. I was so stunned and relieved I very nearly cried.

We started actively trying to phase out the paci a couple days ago by establishing 2 "paci zones" where she is allowed to use her paci whenever she wants to: her bed and the kitchen table. Neither one is uncomfortable, but neither one allows her to continue to interact with toys or TV or, in most cases, other people. There have been a few instances of, "But I want to watch TV, too!" and "Well, you need to decide which one you want to do more: watch TV or use your paci." With an exaggerated sigh, she'll usually slap it back on the table and stomp back to the sofa (or wherever) but once she did stay over in the kitchen, though she went and sat in the corner for some reason. My goal is to have her off of it during the day by the end of the year. She always loses it eventually during the night, so I don't mind if she continues to use it to go to sleep, since it won't stay in there long once she's out. After doing all the evaluation paperwork for PJ, I realized that I think Abby also has some sensory issues, though I think she's the opposite of PJ--rather than being and under-responder, Abby is an over-responder, and has some anxiety with it, too. Soothing habits like paci-sucking and sticking her hand down my shirt are going to take a LONG time to break completely, because a kid with those kinds of issues just needs them longer. And that's okay. She won't be 10 and still doing them, so who cares how long it takes.

Tomorrow we start ballet, and again I'm nervous. How is she going to be taking instruction from a stranger without me moving in to encourage her to follow directions or make her do whatever it is she needs to do? How will she react to me having to sit against the wall and not be right there with her? I think taking that parent-and-tot swim class first was an excellent move, because she got to see what it's like to have a teacher give instruction and then the students move without question to do whatever it is she's telling them to do. I'm going to take her over to the rec center early so she has a little time to check out the room before other people get there (hopefully), and I'll talk to her a bunch during the morning about what classes are like. I really hope she enjoys herself; she's been wanting to take a dance class for so long, I would really hate for her to have a bad first day and totally burst that bubble. I just hope I won't have to bribe her again with a muffin to get her to cooperate!

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Out of the mouths of two cutie pies

Abby: "Hey Dan! Come get me out of my chair please!"

Dan: "Did you just call me Dan?"

Abby: "Yes."

Dan: "Why?"

Abby: "Because that's your name."

Well, duh. (She did this to Alison this morning, too, with the same justification.)


And, drumroll....

PJ just spoke her first sentence!

"Mommy, a cracker (or, more accurately, a 'cackuh') please!"

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Therapy, Part 2--Food School

PJ did awesome at therapy! 

FIrst we started in the gym. Miss Heather, the speech therapist we'll be working with, said we'd start that way every week, and that she'd create a little obstacle course of sorts of PJ based on the activities in there she likes to do most. Looks like the trampoline, slide, swing, and crawl tunnel will be the main components--PJ had a blast on them all.

After that we went to the kitchen for "food school." Heather said their approach is very routine based, that we'd do the same sets of steps during food school every week to help PJ build trust in her and feel secure there. We started by blowing bubbles--another PJ fave--then played with some soap suds on the table. After cleaning the suds with wet washcloths (NOT a favorite) we set the table with plates and napkins and began the actual "work" of playing with food. :)

We started with food textures we already know she likes. Not the actual foods she's familiar with--no Cheerios or goldfish crackers--but potato straws and snap pea crisps and another similar food that I didn't get the name of--I think it had an apple-cinnamon flavor to it. We didn't just eat the food, though. Heather said that just putting the food in their mouth doesn't mean they're really processing what it is, but that by playing with it and interacting with it longer, it helps them to build a better relationship with the food. A lot of kids like PJ have very negative connotations of most foods, either because of the way they physically make them feel (like poor PJ choking on everything) or because of their strong sensory aversion to it (she said she's had kids completely freak out just by *seeing* applesauce--forget getting it anywhere near their mouths!). By getting them to play with "safe" foods, it helps segue into them playing with foods that worry them or stress them out. So we put the potato straws on our heads and "sneezed" them into metal bowls (you get a nice bell-like sound when they go in), squished the snap pea crisps with our fingers, ran the apple-cinnamon things up our arms like trains, and, of course, ate them. :) When we ate them, Heather and I did lots of exaggerated movements with out tongues to model for PJ what you're supposed to do. She doesn't get how to move food to her molars with her tongue, so we'd take a bite and then, with our mouths wide open, move it from our front teeth to our molars with big, slow tongue moves, and then do big, slow, up-and-down chewing. 

After the crunchy, "meltable" foods (foods that dissolve in your mouth eventually), we moved on to American cheese slices and dried apricot. We stuck the cheese to our cheeks (well, Heather and I did, PJ just wanted to eat it) and pushed the apricot pieces around the table like boats. These are foods PJ isn't crazy about--I was really surprised to see her eat the cheese--but they're not terrible to her. After that was squishier stuff: pieces of peach from a fruit cup, which we called fishies, and a puddle of applesauce--their pond to "swim" in. Heather showed PJ how to "fish" with a potato straw "pole" by pushing them around with it. This gave PJ a safe way to interact with food she normally wouldn't touch. She was able to push the peaches around the applesauce without getting her fingers dirty, and eventually she even ate the applesauce-covered potato straw. 

PJ did alright up until this point. But then Heather put a couple pieces of some puffy square cereal out--normally the kind of thing PJ would go for--and she got upset and stood up in the high chair. We weren't sure why. She'd been in a chair a much longer time than normal, and with her (supposedly) weak core that can get uncomfortable. Heather said it might have just been too many new things--sure it was the kind of texture and food she normally likes, but it was also the eighth food she'd seen in less than 45 minutes, and it might have just been too much. Either way, we took her out of the seat and let her sit on my lap for a few minutes. 

I had a feeling we were over at that point--once she's out of a chair, it's hard to get her back in again. But then Heather brought out a lollypop, and despite never having seen one--much less eaten one--before, it enticed PJ back into the high chair. Heather also gave her a cup of juice, and PJ immediately dipped the lollypop into it and started to "paint" the juice on the table. In the end she didn't try either one, but the interaction was good!

From there we cleaned everything up, and then had a much-deserved nursing session. We discussed our next moves here at home--today I'm going to start easing into the new nursing routine--and about the therapy in general. Heather is really amazing--she even gave me her cell phone for "feeding emergencies." :) She was really impressed with PJ's attention and interaction, so I'm praying PJ keeps it up, though she did warn me it can be a very "two steps forward, one step back" process at times, and not to get discouraged if she does great one week and then is completely uncooperative the next. Given the age PJ is, there's bound to be some resistance rooted in her burgeoning independence, and what can you do besides just roll with it? But given our first session was so positive, I'm hoping PJ continues to form a positive opinion of the whole thing and gets more and more into it. Who knows, maybe we'll be done closer to the 6 month mark!

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Therapy

I was thinking about blogging this afternoon about PJ's therapy, when I realized I'd never blogged about what was putting her in therapy in the first place! Some of you may remember how slow PJ has been to start solids. We didn't try to introduce them until she was 11 months old because she has some food allergies, and studies have shown that waiting until they're closer to a year gives the gut time to close and makes preexisting allergies less severe, and can prohibit the forming of new allergies as well. Well, by 14 months she was STILL not at all interested in food. Paper, toys, fingers, pretty much anything else went straight into her mouth without any thought, but food? Not so much.

Once we moved out here, I contacted someone at the Early Childhood Intervention office to get some advice. They gave me the names of two feeding clinics in Denver, both of which had no openings until the fall. I made an appointment at the STAR (Sensory Therapies And Research) Center for September 16, and in the interim continued to encourage PJ to eat whatever she showed an interest in. By September, she was up to Cheerios, goldfish, crackers, mac and cheese, and bread--but that was it, and in extremely small amounts. You could give her an entire box of Cheerios, but she'd still only eat 4 or 5. Given the types of foods she *was* willing to try, I started to suspect a sensory issue. Soft foods, purees chewy foods (with the exception of mac and cheese, go figure), and things like that she refused to even try. But crunchy foods she seemed to love.

On September 16 I took PJ to the STAR center for a two hour evaluation. While there, she was observed by a psychologist, pediatrician, physical therapist, occupational therapist, nutritionist, and speech therapist. They watched her play, watched her walk, and most importantly, watched her eat. She charmed the pants off every one--no surprise!--and showed her true colors during the snack time, refusing to try the apple sauce or dried fruit but happly sampling all the crunchy items they offered.

After the eval, I took her home, put her down for a nap, had some lunch, then went back for the 2.5 hour debrief with Dr. Toomey, the psychologist and head of the STAR team. Their conclusions:

1. PJ has low normal muscle tone. She fakes her strength by locking her joints, which explains her loping walk, but which will ruin her joints in the long run if she's not taught NOT to do it. The low muscle tone extends to her mouth, where her tongue is both not strong enough to move properly and also simply doesn't know how to move properly to move food within the mouth, ball it up after chewing, and get it down her throat. Speaking of chewing...

2. She doesn't know how. She grinds her lower jaw forward and back, rather than in the rotary fashion that people normally use to eat. Another issue that muddies the waters is that...

3. PJ is an "under-responder" to certain kinds of sensory input. Her sight and hearing are just fine, however, she experiences with less intensity stimuli that engages her sense of taste, touch, and smell. While at the eval, Dr. Toomey passed a vile of very strong peppermint under PJ's nose, and she acted like it wasn't even there. She didn't seem to differentiate between a garlic chip or a tart apple-cinnamon one. This explains her frequent choking as well--she "loses" food in her mouth because she can't feel it as well, and when the food accidentally makes its way to the back of her throat, it's a total surprise.

(Another issue they suspect, which doesn't have any bearing on her eating, is renal tubular acidosis. Her height and weight both dropped off from the 85-99% to the 25-50%, between her 12 month and 18 month measurements. Insufficient caloric intake affects weight first, and then height, so if this drop had been because she was only nursing and not eating, then they wouldn't both be in the same percentage range anymore. Apparently this issue self-corrects in the majority of kids around age 3, and there is medication they can take until the body can do it itself--we've got an appointment with our new ped coming up and she'll take a blood test to determine if PJ has RTA or not. I have no idea what happens if it doesn't self-correct--I didn't think to ask, and I don't want to Google it for fear of what I might find.)

So, what does this all mean? According to the STAR team, about 6-10 months of weekly therapy to help her learn how to chew properly, as well as working on her core strength and willingness to try foods of certain textures. Our first steps have been to adjust her high chair so that her hips, knees, and ankles are all set at 90 degrees when she eats; her core strength is so poor that sitting in a high chair is difficult and uncomfortable, and her focus is taken from trying to eat because she's trying to just stay upright. The 90/90/90 should help her be more comfortable, so we've got a ghetto rig of boxes and phone books for her feet to rest on so everything bends properly. Another priority has been to get her attached to some kind of "lovie" so that she has something to go to as we start to cut down on breastfeeding. With all the nursing, she's rarely hungry enough to care about solids, and obviously that needs to change. We've managed to get her interested in a little doll she got for Christmas last year, though it's not something she turns to yet for comfort. They said it would take 2-3 weeks, though, and we're just now finishing week 1, so we've got some time.

We'll also be putting her on a more rigid feeding schedule, the outcome of which (i.e. no more nursing every five minutes) I'm greatly anticipating, but the implementation of which I am not at all looking forward to. A detailed mealtime routine which we'll follow at all meals and snacks will come next, as well as daily muscle-strengthening exercises. And of course the therapy.

I'm really interested to see what the therapy is like. There are some things that just don't make sense to me--like how she could have low muscle tone and a supposedly weak core, but still be able to fling her legs over her head when she's lying on her back, or how she can pick up things that are seriously heavy when you're her size. And what about this whole "under-responding" thing--is that something you can change, or is it just something she'll have to deal with for the rest of her life? The folks on the STAR team are really fantastic, and I know they'll be willing to sit and hash out all our questions and struggles and frustrations as we embark on this new experience.

So there you go--there's the big update. I'll write more this afternoon or evening to report on how the therapy went. Wish us luck!

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Remembered it!

Abby's other silly mis-use of a phrase--file under "unclear on the concept":

Me: Time for a bath.

AJ: But I want to play with my sticker dolls!

Me: Well, bring them upstairs and you can play with them while I take my shower.

AJ: *big huff* That's not fair!


Monday, September 28, 2009

Quotable kids

Abby has picked up some new phrases lately from, I suspect, her new obsession, Olivia. (It's a Noggin cartoon based on some books--kinda cute, actually.) The thing is, she doesn't completely understand how to use them. Case in point:

1. I asked her to hand me something PJ had dropped. She sighed, picked it up, handed it to me and said, "I quit."

2. We're walking through a parking lot the other day and she lets go of my hand and jogs around to my other side. "I want to hold this hand. It's fine by me, of course."

And I'm kicking myself because there was another one that I can't remember. Dangit.

We were watching Disney's "Earth" today--not nearly as good as we had hoped, and it terrified poor Abby--and when the elephants came on PJ said, "Cow!"

"No, elephant," I said.

"Cow."

"El-e-phant."

"Moo?"

"Elephant!"

"Cow."

When the monkeys came on she kept saying, "Mommy!" I was not about to let that one go. So I kept saying "monkey" and eventually she said, "Moh-key!" So now she has cow, monkey, doggie, and caaaat. 

Now if we could just get 'elephant'...

Monday, September 21, 2009

Walkin' in September Wonderland


Well this was a surprise...






Like our first snowman of the season?

The real shocker is that it was in the low 70's yesterday. And darn it, we were just at Target giggling over the snowsuits and talking about how we'll have to think about getting those for the girls "eventually." Who knew 'eventually' would be less than 24 hours later?

One thing is for sure: I'm having hot chocolate with my lunch!

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Poetry in motion

Guess what iPhotobooth does besides taking silly pictures? It takes video! Who knew!? Not me. But once I found the feature I couldn't resist letting the girls play...


PJ loves her Blue's Clues, just like her sister.


The one drawback to Colorado

FAIR WARNING: If you are squeamish about creepy crawly things, you probably shouldn't read the rest of this post. If you're cool with them, or your curiosity is going to get the better of you regardless of your fears, then scroll down to read the rest.







































There aren't many things about Colorado that I don't like. I can only think of a handful: The way they hardly post any speed limit signs, so you go for miles wondering if you're speeding or if you're ticking off everyone behind you. The "no double turns" signs we see at some intersections in Denver and have yet to learn the meaning of. And then these little gems:

That's a wolf spider. It gave me the fright of my life when I went to put out the garbage the other day. Luckily our exterminating service had been to the house recently, and this is one of the spiders they spray for, so it was on its last legs when I found it. At first I thought it was dead because it wouldn't move even when I tossed things at it. I managed to sweep it out of the garage, where it stayed for quite a while, though when we went out with Dan later in the day it started to move again. 



Once I was over my initial heart-slamming, hand-shaking shock, I was able to get pretty close and really examine it. If you click on the link, you'll see an illustration that shows the unique design on the upper half of its body. You can't tell in this picture, but it has that same "union jack" design on it. It was actually really cool to see. They're poisonous but not lethal, and so far we've only seen two others, and both of them were outside the garage, yay. 

There's not much I'd change about our new home, but I have to admit this is one of them.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

PAX of mind

We drove up to Broomfield today to meet with some friends of ours (yay! friends for all four of us!) at the fun mall up there. The weather was overcast and cold, which was a bummer since the plan was to hang out and let the kids play at the outdoor park there. Luckily, there's an indoor park as well, and we had a great time--Abby even made her first Build-a-Bear! (Pictures to come.)

It took us about an hour to get up there, but it took us nearly twice as long to get back because we got a flat tire 2 minutes out from the mall. Thankfully we have the totally awesome PAX run-flat tires, which allow you to drive for up to 125 miles (only 50 mph though) so you can get to a tire place or home or whatever. We didn't feel comfortable getting on the freeway, so--three cheers for nav systems!--we programmed the route home using surface streets only. It was a long, long drive--and a rainy one, too, sometimes very much so, but it was a blessing since even in 55mph areas no one was going that fast--but it was an interesting drive as well. Minimizing freeways on the nav is a great way to see more of the state--talk about a roundabout route!

So we're home now, and who knows what the night's going ot be like. PJ didn't nap until we left the mall, and she slept for nearly 2 hours, so I'm guessing she'll be going to bed around, oh, midnight or so. *sigh* Abby slept for a lot of the drive, too, so she's also wide awake. Dan's found a couple places we can call tomorrow, provided they're even open, to see about getting the tires changed--we figured we might as well get winter tires so we're prepared.

What a day!

Monday, September 7, 2009

First Day of School!

I hadn't been planning on starting to officially homeschool Abby for a few years. The methodology I plan to follow recommends holding off on academics until they're 6 or 7, and using the years before that to build a child's interest in and understanding of the natural world--lots of nature walks, spending time observing plants and bugs, exploring the geology of your area, etc. But we see a big bus come every morning and pick kids up right outside our house, and Noggin (the little kid Nickelodeon channel on cable) has been talking a lot lately about school, so naturally Abby's been asking. So I figured, why not?

We started the day with a first day of school picture on the front step, of course!

Once upon a time Abby would give a great smile for pictures. Now, not so much.

After that we went grocery shopping, then when we came home and PJ was down for her nap we got out the base ten kit Abby had been eyeing in my office for weeks.

They're wooden units (ones), rods (tens), flats (hundreds) and cubes (thousands) that help teach place value and number sense. 

She loves these things. And there are a bunch of different ways to use them, so I keep changing it up so she doesn't get bored. She asks to "play" with them nearly every day now. We also started a number line--no picture of that yet, sorry--that will go up to 100. Right now we're in the 50's. For now it's just to help her learn to write numbers and count, but we're doing the odd numbers in green, the evens in red, then circling the numbers divisible by 5 in black and the numbers divisible by 10 in blue, so that eventually we can use it to learn how to skip count. ("Let's count by only saying the numbers circled in black! 5, 10, 15, 20...") I also have a gigantic post-it note pad, the kind you put on an easel for meetings, and have the Lord's Prayer, the first 2 verses of Genesis 1, and the first stanza of Psalm 23 written on them and posted on the wall of the loft. Abby likes to copy the words into her own notebooks, so we're killing a few birds with one stone there--scripture memory, spiritual development, and handwriting. :)

Then it was lunchtime, so Abby made egg salad with our Magic Bullet. (LOVE that thing!)

She really loves to cook with me now. She asks at every meal if she can help. We bought her a learning tower and it's been great--gets her up at just the right height, and no fear of falling off. 

After lunch we worked on Gigi's birthday present (can't tell you what it was since certain relatives will be receiving the same thing for their birthdays or Christmas), but with that we learned patterns, sequence, following directions, and worked on fine motor control.



Her favorite thing to do for the last couple days has been to work on writing her letters. I bought some kindergarten paper--with the pink top line and blue base line and dotted middle line--and wrote the alphabet on a page in Sharpie, then put it in a page protector. She writes on it with a dry erase marker. She has definitely improved her neatness and pen control, just in the last few days!

We also tended to our first experiment with gardening--a "see the roots!" kit we bought from, of all places, Bass Pro Outlet Store. (I also got a totally awesome outfit for the fall there--their clothing rocks!)


Now, the instructions never said anything about transplanting them, so we didn't, but I'm convinced they're smothered in their test tube homes and that this is why we have not gotten any actual vegetables. The greenery is different for each, at least, so we get some good comparison practice there. And the roots are indeed cool to look at. But I was hoping to be able to actually eat them eventually. Oh well. We'll just consider it a baby step to next year's Square Foot Garden.

Tomorrow we'll have "gym class"--Abby's first ever swim class, actually. It's a mom-and-me type deal, and sadly she is not excited, but I'm hoping once we're there she'll get into it. She's also signed up for her first dance class, but that doesn't start until October. My plan is to do one class a month at the rec center. There are SO many to choose from, and so many things that I wouldn't be able to do--a music class, Spanish, dancing, dancing, and more dancing. :)

So there you have it! Abby is officially in preschool! :)

Friday, September 4, 2009

Stuck inside

At the end of August our street was resurfaced, so we were stuck inside for a day because we didn't want to have to hike the kids up and down the hill to where we would have had to park. So we made the morning a little more interesting than usual to make up for not getting to go anywhere like we usually do.

We started with buckwheat pancakes. Abby got to help--she broke her first egg! (Broke is a good word for it, too, let me tell you.) Thanks to Eric Carle we had a whole narrative to go with the story. (Jack woke up, looked out the window and thought, "I'd like to have a big pancake for breakfast....") 


Despite how the picture looks, PJ never actually tried any of the pancake. She did, however, try to spear it with the fork. Even though she basically still doesn't eat solid foods (we have an evaluation at the Star Center's Feeding and Swallowing Clinic on the 16th, yay), she's trying to use utensils nowadays--she even puts her Cheerios on a spoon once in a while!

After that it was bath time, with an extended play time for the girls.

After we were dressed we made paper bag puppets.



(Days like these are great for dressing in your favorite leotard, don't you think?)

After that was lunch and naptime and then I had to work on my scenes, so unfortunately it was all pretty much downhill from there. But, regardless, we had a good time!