Sunday, June 28, 2009

How talented are we?

 
At breakfast the other day AnnaLisa asked me (again)if she could start taking lessons again. Just to give a bit of history, she took lessons about a year or so ago, but had difficulty with daily practice and thought she was doing better than her skill was (she wanted to pass of songs very quickly, without mastering them). So we decided she was a little too young and waited. We had already discussed this a few times this spring/summer and felt like we would try it again this fall. So I jumped on the teaching moment, "Well, I don't know, you did not practice daily last time. Are you willing to do that this time?"

"Yes mom."

Ok, I tell her I will let her. Now Andrew jumps in, "Can I take lessons too?". I repeat the conversation about daily practice, etc. He agrees to that as well. I tell him I will check with the piano teacher to see. He tells me who it is that is "the" piano teacher (I actually have a few friends who teach piano, but since he picks the one AnnaLisa tried last time, and I was planning on using, then I agree with him.

Then AnnaLisa informs me that after she learns the piano, she wants to learn the violin. (OK, I think I am sort of cultured, and Jeff more so than I, but where is this kid getting these ideas? Then Andrew agrees (he has always loved the violin when played by someone who has great skill, but I hesitate to think how he would handle the screechy beginnings of learning violin). Then without missing a beat, he tells me and when I learn how to do that I will learn how to play organ so I can replace Brother Blake (the man at church who plays the organ). Right now I am calculating the cost of maintenancing piano, buying two violins, and then an organ. Then Andrew says, "Grandma and Grandpa Williams have an organ right?".

That is when I come up with the new stategy - send off Andrew to live with my parents and then I can afford lessons, instruments, etc for my other child.

Where did these kids come from?
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While I like to frolic in the water as much as the next person, there is one part of water play that does not appeal to me at all. It is diving. I don't like getting water in my face, don't like slaming into water, and I don't like stepping, jumping or falling off into nothing, and then waiting to hit the water. Right now part of our life feels like this.

As we wait for the final few months of this pregnancy, there are a few more unknowns than normally we would have. Believe it or not, cars is one of these unknowns. After we found out that we really were having twins (our kids tried to warn us), the thought that first uttered from our lips was "our car will not be big enough. How will we get them home from the hospital?"

Now the reality is that we have a 7 passenger mini-van and a 5 passenger PT Cruiser. So over all we have enough space, it just requires two drivers/cars. While we have discussed about every size and type of car that would be big enough for 8 people, we have settled in on getting a 12 passenger van. I know that may sound excessive, but we realized that if we don't, we would be back to the issue of taking two cars whenever we wanted a friend/relative to come along. So this weekend, for some crazy reason, Jeff was on-line (no that is not the crazy part) but he found two 12 passenger vans that would work real well for us. With a little bit of luck, we could almost "trade-across" in value the Cruiser for the van, which would mean almost no out of pocket expense for us. So here is the part that feels like "jumping off a diving board" I think we have decided to put the cruiser up for sale on Monday. We know that neither of these two vans could end up being for sale by the time we sell Jeff's cruiser, but we feel like this is the next step for us. This may mean car pooling or me not having a car during the day (imagine that, in America having a one-car family. YIKES!!!) But it would allow us to not have to take on any more debt, make sure the cruiser sells (like we would need three cars!), and would help us be better prepared.

Now I know what you are all thinking, a van?! That is not a sexy car. True, but I think the highest priority for us is for our family to be together. We enjoy going to the store on Saturday's to go shopping together (yes the whole family, and yes, it is not always a peaceful thing), we like finding parks to play at, or going on an annual family vacation that could be as far as a 22 hour drive (one-way). I guess this just goes back to what we value as a family. We want to make being together easy and comfortable. When we travel we don't want to hold our luggage on our laps or have it under our feet. We are aware that travel often requires gear whether it is tents and sleeping bags or play-n-packs and bulk boxes of diapers! So we gave up the idea of a sexy car a long time ago and decided that we would go for the fun for the family, I-am-thankful-no-one-is-sitting-on-my-lap car.
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Friday, June 26, 2009

AnnaLisa's Father's Day talk

 

AnnaLisa did a great job on her talk. We started the day before (unless you count her going to the Primary Presidency the week before to ask if she could give a talk - see previous blog) by answering the question, What do daddies do? AnnaLisa answered it and I wrote down her answers. She did a great job with comments like: (Daddies) take care of us, play with us, help with the cooking, like to be with us. I thought these were great responses, but I wanted to share with her that The Family: A Proclomation to the World also teaches us what fathers do. So we read in there (I had a well studied copy that I had underlined the different responsibilities of family members (dads, moms, and children) in different colors to make it easier to understand. Then next to each I made a bullet point list for easy reference. For Fathers I had noted: 1)Preside over the family, 2)Provide for the family and 3)they protect the family. As we read through these AnnaLisa put all of her ideas in one of the first two categories. At the end we did not have anything for the third category, so she chose to add in, "Daddy's protect us from bad guys".

We then talked a little bit about how our Heavenly Father, Father, and Grandfather (Grandpa Williams happen to be visiting that weekend) help us. She told personal comments about both Daddy and Grandpa. Then she closed with saying that while not everyone had a daddy here or right now, we all have a Heavenly Father watching over us.

I think it was a really good talk. Basic(she was sharing it with kids 3-12 years old), honest, and simple.

With the reflection of Father's Day, I am really thankful for my Father and Father-in-law. They have both been great influences in my life. I am most of all thankful to my husband Jeff who is a great father and encourages me so much to be a great mother. I sometimes feel that it does not come naturally to me, but I don't think there is a better thing for me to develop than being a good mom for my kids.
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Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Arizona Summer, no AC, a blessing?

 
Monday afternoon I was having a tough time with the heat only to find out that it was not me, it really was in the high 80's in my house. We checked the breakers and decided to call our AC guy. He said he would be out the next morning (it was around 7:00 pm). We decided with the kids in bed that we would just open the windows and pull out a couple of oscillating fans (that we keep handy for out-of-town guests). We survived the night, but Tuesday, my birthday, morning greeted us being less than restful. I called a friend, Becky, whom I had plans with her kids that morning and explained our situation. She welcomed us over for the morning and all day if needs be. The kids were thrilled, I was relieved (my patience dwindles in heat). So we had an in-town vacation at their house. I came back around 9:30 and slept until the AC guy got here. He checked it out and a valve had broken. He said he would replace it (it was still under warranty) and be back later that day. I asked him about something else that our AC was doing (tripping the fuse a lot) that did not seem connected, but was still concerning. He agreed that was a problem and said he would check the electrical after he fixed the valve.

He came back that evening after getting the part and checked the electrical. He said that it was the fuse that needed to be replaced. He said he could charge the $275 to change it, or he could show us what to do and we could do it. It was rather basic and took about 5 minutes to do once we bought the part (which was $8.50). So know we know how to change those fuses and saved $260, plus he said that it was damaging the AC unit and was 'just a matter of time' before it broke the AC.

So while I would not volunteer to have no AC for two days, it helped us to find a problem that was really easy to solve with a little direction from someone who knew more, and saved us major repairs (think a long the line of x $1000) in the long run. I can't help but apply this to trials, God, and how he teaches us. I look back at trials and the ones that I opened myself up to learning I have been able to not only fix that problem, but have had valuable other lessons learned which saved me major grief in the long run. So often we hear people complain about trials, we rarely hear about those lessons learned from them and the blessings that always accompany those trials!
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Tuesday, June 16, 2009

If she doesn't kill me, then I will die from laughing so hard

 
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MaggieMae loves to cut. She is the first child I have had that picked up a pair of scissors on her own. My other three were so developmentally delayed, they were 3 years old and in preschool before they ever laid their hands on a pair of scissors. I just assumed that kids did not learn how to cut with scissors until three. Well, MaggieMae started about 2 months ago, so that would make her 20 months old. She would get scissors and I would give her 3 x 5 cards and she would cut them up - not trying to make anything, just enjoying the opportunity to cut. She would have a pile of confetti afterwards, but she enjoyed it.

Now with two months under her belt, she insists on being involved with cutting whenever possible. She loves Ramen noodles for lunch and will grab the scissors and insist on cutting it open (which is fine with me). We keep the office supplies in a kitchen drawer that is above her head, but which if she grabs a stool she can easily get into.

Tonight was when the problem began. I was making pizza and I had bought a "pizza package" from Boboli - not as good as homemade pizza, but these days I am going for least effort with reasonable nutrition (we will probably be in that mode for at least the next year). I grabbed my kitchen scissors to open the packages, and MaggieMae guessed that I needed an assistant. She moved the stool, opened the drawer, and found the scissors. She then scooted her stool over to where I was making the pizza (usually I let the kids help, but I was a little low energy today, so I decided to let them veg watching PBS and I would make dinner). Well she hops up with scissors in hand to cut away. She is distracted by pepperoni and Canadian bacon. She asks for bites. Then comes out the pineapple, she wants more, so I get her a dish and scoop up a bit for her to munch on at the table and put the scissors away. I finish the first pizza, put it in. Start on the second pizza. MaggieMae has finished the pineapple and eventually wonders off (I might get dinner done before Jeff gets home). Suddenly AnnaLisa shouts no! and runs over to me. She shows me the scissors (that I took away and put back in the drawer 5 minutes ago) and tells me that MaggieMae was trying to cut the blanket. I roll my eyes. What am I going to do with this girl?

I put the scissors up on top of the fridge - all 5 pairs. About two minutes later MaggieMae has scooted the stool back under the scissor drawer and has the drawer open. She is looking, her head moving back and forth, and repeating "Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm...". She can't find the scissors and give up.

I am just laughing and realize this girl is going to kill me one way or the other. I don't know if I can keep up with her, so I guess I will just have to let go and laugh at her.

Anybody want a cute redhead?...real cheap - comes with her own scissors!

How big can I get????

Well a couple of weeks ago I started growing out of some of my old maternity clothes. I was also getting the stretching feeling that I have had the last month of pregnancy. So curious (I know it killed the cat) I measured myself - 42 inches. Hmmm, before MaggieMae was born I topped out at 45 inches, I'll have to keep an eye on that.

The next week, measured again - 43 inches.
The following week, measured 44 inches.

Did not have the guts to measure the next week. I have put it off for 10 days. Finally tonight I was having really bad stretching pain (it feels like my inside is larger than my outside and is trying to get out). So Jeff ran and got the measuring tape and yep, 46 1/2 inches. So I guess I am increasing in rate. Don't these kids know anything about physics? You add an inch to the circumference and it dramatically increases the area. For example, bedroom measuring 10 x 10 (100 sq feet) is 21 square feet smaller than a bedroom that is 11 x 11(121 sq feet). And if you increase it to 12 x 12 (144 sq ft)? That is 44 square feet larger than a 10 x 10 room and almost 50% bigger.

Now I graduated in Fine Art (my husband was the math minor) but I am not sure that I can physically become 50% larger over the next three months. And that is the other scary thing, I still have three more months to go! That is one third of the pregnancy...Wow, this is depressing, I think I am going to go eat some chocolate.

Monday, June 15, 2009

Who says public speaking is people's greatest fear?

Ok, I know my kids are already considered "non-typical" but this just cracks me up how non-typical this is (or at least seems to me). This last week AnnaLisa started asking me questions about how come she has not given a talk in Primary (children's Sunday School class). She wants to know why she has not received an assignment. Background: there are probably around 40 kids that come each week to Primary. They have one child give a talk a week, so the average is around once a year, right? They make up a schedule at the beginning of the month and post it to the parents so that parents can help their kids be ready to be involved in participating (other assignments include prayer and scripture, of which AnnaLisa has had the opportunity to do those quite a bit). I tell her, if you want to give a talk, then ask the lady in charge if you can do it (I am laughing inside because even at this age they get children resistant to public speaking and rarely get volunteers).

So in church after it is all over, AnnaLisa asks the lady who is 2nd(?) in command, the head lady is on vacation, when she can give a talk. The 2nd in command I think misunderstands and says that she will check the schedule. I walked up as this was happening, and realize the misunderstanding. AnnaLisa is just standing there a little unsure of what is going on. I explain that AnnaLisa is voulunteering, not asking to see when/if she is on the schedule. I see a slight raise of the eyebrows, "ok, we can put her on for next week." AnnaLisa is thrilled. We head out to the car, daddy and siblings are waiting for us, and you would have thought AnnaLisa had won the lottery. "Daddy, guess what, next week I get to give a talk in Primary!"

...eating Chihuahua's?

"But I don't like eating Chihuahua's" is what I hear coming across the table at dinner. I smile that smile that says, "Sure is funny, but I am a bit tired and prefer a nice smooth dinner", out loud I say "what don't you like about them?" JJ says, "I don't like olives". So we pick out the one olive that got below the radar, evidentially it was on the bottom side of the enchiladas. I guess that is what I get for trying to be a "chef" and make dinner look ascetically pleasing as well as tasting good. "There you go, no more olives on your Chihuahua." My husband makes a face at me because we don't usually reinforce our children's mistakes by using the mis-pronunciation on words, but I can't help myself sometimes and indulge in it.

I laugh to myself because although it is one more thing to work on with the kids, it is cute and makes me smile...until I hear Andrew say, "Can I have another Chihuahua?".

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Nesting or spring cleaning???



Well, after a year of Jeff being basically non-available to us, we have spent most of the last month getting things back in order (the backyard, garage, the house in general). Yesterday we re-arranged the girls room so that I could get to the window. Before I had to crawl through the bunk beds to open the window or shade. I lost the ability to squeeze between the crib and bunk beds several months ago.

I also spent a good portion of the time going through MaggieMae's clothes to get rid of all the clothes that are too small and organize her closet. Their bedroom looks fabulous. My goal is to keep working throughout the house and get all the house to look that neat and organized. My bathroom cupboard and kitchen freezer are projects that have already been tackled, but much is left for cleaning. Jeff is such a good sport because he hauls around boxes and such for me that are too heavy (ok, he hauls around all boxes) and then goes back to what he is cleaning. What a great guy!

Yesterday I started wondering if this was nesting or spring cleaning. It could qualify for either one. I guess my fear is that if it is nesting, that is suppose to happen at the end of pregnancy and I still have three months to go! Well, I guess time will tell.

Sunday, June 7, 2009

Crisis living



Crisis living (Kristina's definition)- is when you feel like your entire day is spent "putting out fires" and at the end of the day you sit down (or fall over depending on your energy level) and stare at the wall for twenty minutes because you know as soon as you go to sleep it will start all over  again tomorrow morning.

I recognize that I spent a year of my life in this mode.  It was the spring of 2004 to the spring of 2005.  It was the most challenging year of my life.  I had been a "stay at home" mom for 3 years, had two of my own children (AnnaLisa 3, Andrew 1) as well as watching my sister's kids Isaiah 3 during the day and her girls after school (Sariah 9 and Rachel 7).  I was pregnant with my third kid and expecting in November.  

Now what was so hard about it?  I remember it slowly building.  At the time I still understood so little about what being a mom really is about that I felt that all I did a decent janitor could manage (changing stinky diapers, cooking, cleaning, etc).  To add to this (although I did not know it at the time) my oldest started her developmental regression.  It became startling at the beginning of summer when I stopped watching my sister's kids.  I noticed that AnnaLisa was not doing things she knew how to do.  She had virtually stopped talking (she had one phrase - Shut the door).  I have a very vivid memory of her standing in the kitchen repeating this phrase over and over to me.  I flashed to "Sixth Sense" to the kid who opened every cupboard door in the kitchen.  I am looking around and not a single door is open, the bedroom doors in the hallway are closed, I can't figure out what she wants and I am crying.  I finally open a door, just so I can close it for her.  Over the summer I had mentioned to my peditrician that I have concerns about her.  Pediatrician tells me to come back at three year check up (5 months) and she would look at it then. I remember thinking there are a lot of days between now and then.  Shortly after this I start having pre-term contractions (at 28 weeks), the nurses in the hospital start to recognize me because we went in so often.  Doctors put me to bed rest at 31 weeks.  My mom (thank heaven) comes and stays with us for a month to take care of my kids.  I finally hit 36 weeks, get off of bed rest and then don't have my baby until 40+ weeks (I actually broke down in the doctor's office on my due date when they told me to come back next week.  She decided to induce me that weekend).  But in the mean time, I finally get someone to listen to me about AnnaLisa and the local school district diagnosis her with autism (although they have no credentials to do so, so it is not "official").  I, totally naive to what autism is, say, "So what like in a year you re-evaluate her to see if she has learned what she needs to from this "special pre-school"?  The speech therapist gets this sad look on her face and says, "Oh, no it will be much longer than that".  [As a side note here, why didn't the speech therapist tell me this was a life long thing???!?]

Well, as if this was not enough, and it has only been six months so far, the baby comes a few weeks later.  I start reading about autism and all that can be involved with that, and I start to not only recognize my daughter in it, but also my 19 month old son.  At first I thought this book was loopy, but then I finally realize my kids are not "typical" kids.  While this relieves me (I seriously was doubting my own sanity and wondering why any mother would want to live like this and how any could be as happy as some of my friends were) I start to wonder what my children's lives are going to be like.  I wonder if my daughter will ever want a close, intimate relationship or if my son will ever stop slamming into people.  Being mom of my kids did not involve peek a boo, If you are happy and you know it, or "I love you, mom".  It involved kids that did not talk or look at me.  It meant me reading my kids moods and needs so that they did not have melt-downs.  I felt (and probably was) the comparable mommy version to a "battered housewife".  I felt no love or acceptance from my kids.  They did not try to make me smile and I had given up a while ago. When I kissed AnnaLisa she would always "rub it off" no matter how dry my lips were.  She never tried to kiss, hug, or anything to me.   

As I got a handle on what autism was and started taking a few classes to help me understand how to work with kids that have autism, I started seeing a different side of AnnaLisa.  She occasionally showed delight in things.  I occasionally saw her smile (she stopped smiling around age 6 months - I remember this because we thought that professional photographers sucked because they could never get her smiling and I had pictures of her smiling.  My apologies professional photographers).  I started seeing people being able to get her to do things (part of the class was a professional working with AnnaLisa to do basic activities with us watching via closed circuit TV).  As I started learning how to teach my kids and have success (I had not really been able to teach anything for more than a year to them) I realized it was awesome.  I wanted my kids to learn (and to some degree my job as mom was getting easier.  You have to realize I had two kids that were basically on a 16 month level and 4 month old at the time - I dressed everyone, diapered everyone, cut up everyone's food, etc).  I was thrilled when AnnaLisa started dressing herself (mind you MaggieMae, my typical developing child, is dressing a majority of herself at 20 months).  AnnaLisa was 4 before she ever told me that she loved me.

I had a calling in my church working with the 12 and 13 year old girls.  I finally came to the realization that I had to ask to be released (for those not LDS, you do not generally ask to be released from a calling.  In my life this was the only time I ever have).  It was difficult for me to request such a thing.  It took me about three months to finally accept this was what I needed to do.

The last thing that was the hardest of this year was my marriage.  I think to some extent Jeff was living in Crisis mode as well.  As we started learning about how to teach kids with autism, Jeff frustrated me more and more.  I would work on things with the kids and be real consistent with them all day, to have Jeff (unknowingly) come home from work and undo it.  I really came very frustrated with him.  Poor Jeff was still trying to come to grips with the whole diagnosis and what that really meant.  I was off fighting the war thinking he was right there beside me only to see him frustrating and undoing my work.  An added "perk" to this whole thing was that quite often kids with autism have sleep issues (their melatonin, a naturally occurring hormone in our bodies that helps us fall asleep, was insufficient to help them fall asleep).  So in addition to not being on the same page as far as our children go, my husband would not get to bed at night with me until well after 10:00 (We would put AnnaLisa to bed at 7:00, consistent nighttime routine, doing all the "right things" that parents are suppose to do for getting kids to go to sleep).  Well, a year of my husband laying down with my daughter all evening really wears on a marriage as well.  I remember at this time I started thinking about divorce.  I felt like he was just making my job harder and if that was going to be how it was, I'd prefer less interference.  I told this to a friend of mine, who wisely told me, "You are being selfish and are only looking at how this situation affects you.  It would be bad for your kids and you in the long run to get divorced".  It made me stop and really look at why I was thinking what I was, and realized that Jeff has been the best thing for me and my family.

Well, reality is that this post does not even due justice to the frustration I felt.  I hated living like that.  After about another 6 months I started to feel like life was manageable.  AnnaLisa and Andrew showed a lot of progress and were starting to learn and be able to communicate to me.  After about a year I started feeling good about our families' progress (we tackled it very aggressively and our kids just have had a lot of success).  Shortly after this we started noticing JJ's lack of progress.  But that is for another post.

I look back on this and think about what it was that helped me.  The main two things that helped me were that I was called as Gospel doctrine teacher and that I started to really learn about how to teach my children.  Being the Gospel doctrine teacher (Sunday school teacher for the adults in my church) in a way "forced me" to read the scriptures on a daily basis.  It helped me to turn to God in my struggles.  The other blessing that came to me was learning that while a lot of the techniques that you use to work with kids with autism are very similar to "basic good parenting techniques" that any individual could use, I had to learn a deeper level than most.   I have a friend who has a child with physical special needs.  She laughs when people use the work "consistent" around me, because she has seen me with my kids and knows that compared to what I do with my kids, consistent by most peoples standards is around 60% of what I consider consistent.  Maybe consistent will be a later blog point for me or not, but it is never optional in real life.

Now, 4 years later, I shutter to think of what life was like for me (and my family) back then.  When I have bad days, as we all seem to, I just remind myself that it is a day, not a year.  I am a bit more selfish than I was back then in the sense that I will not let myself get overwhelmed or overtired like that.  I recognize when I need a mommy time-out or a nap.  I try to always read my scriptures and pray (because I know these help to center me as well as keep me humble) daily.  I am a bit less selfish, I don't think about how this makes my life harder when I am faced with family struggles, I simply try to figure out the best way to support whatever needs to change, happen, etc.

I am thankful for trials, but I am also thankful for quiet times to reflect on past trials and appreciate what they taught you and hopefully, how I have grown.