The Little Things’re gonna GETCHA

Last night I had a stressful night in my vehicle.  It started when the drive-thru at McDonald’s gave Sophie a chicken nugget container full of TARTAR sauce instead of chicken nuggets, and escalated when  I had to go back through the drive-thru and the guy in front of me in the very long line wouldn’t PULL FORWARD enough for me to get to the speaker even though he was done ordering.  For some reason, this enraged me, and as seconds ticked by while he SAT THERE when I could’ve been ordering them to whip up Sophie’s nuggets, I found myself seething and really wanting to get out of the car and go postal on his car with the nearest blunt instrument.  BUT.  Of course, I didn’t.  I mean really, I would NOT do well in prison, and McNuggets are not a good enough reason to get sent up river.  But I was, let’s just say, unreasonably angry.  I always let stuff like this get to me.

When I stress myself to death, when I DIE of a stress attack, keel over from a stress-induced aneurysm, here are the possible straws that broke the camel’s carotid artery:

  • not being able to open a jar
  • not being able to open the frozen doors of my vehicle
  • banging my shoulder on a door frame
  • banging my head on a car door whilst trying to buckle a child in their car seat
  • folding up my very expensive supposed-to-be-easy-to-fold-up stroller
  • when the tab rips off a brand new diaper
  • biting my tongue (literally)
  • grocery cart wheels not turning
  • grocery carts in which the baby seat belt does not work
  • a wrong order at the fast food drive thru
  • people who don’t DRIVE when the light turns green
  • people who DO drive when the light turns red
  • parents who let 11-year-olds terrorize the mall play place
  • My children asking “WHY?” to something I’ve told them to do
  • when I can’t get something to work and then my husband makes it work with no trouble whatsoever even though I am glad he fixed it I hate it that EVERYTHING IS SO EASY FOR HIM!

Steam is coming from my ears just after writing that list!

While I go try to avoid a fatal meltdown, tell me – what makes your blood pressure skyrocket?

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Things I Love Thursdays: Green Smoothies

Take a look at what I’ve been eating for breakfast:

I know, I know.

It looks delicious and you wish you had some.

That’s not what you were thinking?

Here’s what Jenny had to say about it:
“Cousin, I KNOW we’ve had the discussion before about how lunch should be CHEWED, not SLURPED. Don’t make me get out my “INTERVENTION” banner on you. YOU KNOW I WILL.”

Jenny loves green drinks but prefers them chock full of caffeine and high fructose corn syrup.

In any case, I’ve been drinking green smoothies every morning in 2012, and I love them. Seriously, I do. I put a pear, a banana, an apple, some celery, and either spinach or kale in the blender, hit the “smoothie” button, and one minute later I’ve got a delicious, nutritious concoction that I can sip/slurp/chew on the way to work.

All five servings of fruit and vegetables before I’ve even had my coffee.

I’ve found a zillion recipes – my favorite website so far is IncredibleSmoothies.com. You can look up recipes by ingredient, which I find helpful. I can’t wait to try a watermelon smoothie this summer.

Any other green smoothie drinkers out there?

Green Smoothie

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This post is linked up to Things I Love Thursday at the Diaper Diaries.

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Dealing with Delays – Advocating for your child

This morning, perhaps even while you are reading this, I’ll be speaking to the Child Development class at the high school where my brother teaches on the subject of identifying developmental delays in your child and working with your delayed child at home.  That’s right, I’m gonna go pretend I actually know something about this when really I just made it up as I went along.  I have a sneaking suspicion that the high schoolers will not know the difference {crosses fingers}. Ha.  I am also going to try to look semi-professional (no skirt, I am not wearing panty hose in January for ANYONE) and to not say any offensive words such as “crap” or “sucks” or worse. Eeeek.

But anyhoo.  While preparing for my talk, I got to thinking about what was the most difficult part of the whole “delays thing” for me – it was getting others to see Sophie for who she was, how she was, and what she could and couldn’t do.  Part of Sophie’s deal was that she was super-shy and would not perform for strangers in an evaluation.  Soooooo I had to convince said evaluators of what she was really like and keep her from being mis-labeled. (Why is it so important to put a label on everything – can a child not be shy anymore?  Must everything be a syndrome?)  Additionally, having a “label” was not important to me.  Sophie had some delays and I wanted to treat those delays – the symptoms – I didn’t need to know the “cause” (if there was one) as long as they symptoms were responding well to therapy.  On the other hand, of course, if it is required that your child be “labeled” so that he or she may qualify for the services and therapies that they need, well, that’s a necessary evil at one point.  For instance, for Sophie to get into the preschool she needed to be in, she had to be classified as developmentally delayed, and as a “child with a disability” (the delays being the disability).  This was totally fine with me if it got her into a classroom where she could get speech and OT and have an Intervention Specialist for a teacher.  But there were some diagnoses I knew Sophie simply did not have, and I wasn’t going to let someone tell the world that she did.  I knew her delays were temporary and she would overcome them with the right therapies and hard work at home.

After all we went through, it is my unchangeable and yet probably unrealistic opinion that a child should only be evaluated over multiple sessions in an environment in which he or she is comfortable. I think in a large percentage of cases, asking most of these delayed little girls and boys to perform for multiple strangers at a new-to-them location in a short period of time is just asking for really inaccurate evaluation results.

The bottom line is, don’t let anyone try to tell you something is true about your child that you know is not true. You may not have an expert degree in child psychology but YOU are the expert on your child.

Sure, in all things you should check yourself for the old denial.  No one wants to recognize that their perfect child is not “typically developing”.  It’s not fun, trust me.  So you need to have people in your life who know your child and have observed them multiple times over a long period of time in an environment in which they are comfortable that you can ask, “Please be honest with me. What do you think?  Am I incapable of seeing what my child needs?”  This should be a person that YOU choose to trust with this question. And you need to be prepared to trust their answer.

Be your child’s advocate.  That means champion their strengths and don’t deny their weaknesses.  It means being willing to say, “No, you’re wrong,” to someone with a lot more academic degrees and “experience” than you have.   Or it means being willing to say, “Ok, what’s next?” after hearing shattering news from that same person that you know in your heart is true.  It means putting aside your pride and putting on your big girl panties (and distance running shoes) to dash headlong onto the path that you must take to get your child every bit of help that he or she needs to be the absolute best that he or she is capable of being.

Even as you are trucking along down therapy road, never stop advocating.  If you ever feel like a therapist, teacher, or clinic isn’t the right fit for your child, don’t be afraid to make changes.  Your kiddo is depending on you to steer this ship, and in the long run (and it may be a long run), it will be your privilege to do so.

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