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Dessert With Dad

Ever need a shift of perspective to remind you that life is good? Yup, me too. Tim has a good job, but the hours are long. He’s often not home for dinner, and usually not home until closer to 7pm.
Picasso has a tough time verbalizing his wants and needs. It can be a real challenge, sometimes, to get to the bottom of what he actually DOES want. So when he started asking for family dinner times, I tried to make it work for him. However, due to issues outside our control, Tim doesn’t always get to leave exactly AT 6pm, and traffic can be a nightmare. So dinners were getting closer to 7pm, and it’s hard to get the kids to wait that long, even with a delayed afternoon snack.
I was discussing this with a friend, trying to figure how I can honor Picasso’s attempts at verbalizing what he wants, but also get food in the kids at a decent time. We discussed options and figured that in order to fit in some family time around the table, where the kids do best, we’d start “Dessert With Dad”.
Unfortunately, it doesn’t work out completely for the best, for Tim’s schedule. He doesn’t have dinner till a little later, but we all get a nice dessert together and Tim can eat a little later. And really, who’s going to protest having dessert with their family on a regular basis? ;-)



Night 1 - Ice Cream Sundaes



There are a few meetings this week, so we won’t have dessert night every night, but we’re looking forward to some good times & good food! Many of our desserts will be a good bit healthier than this, but this was a good one to start! 

One For the Record Books

Picasso vs. New Situation:
Picasso: 1, New Situation: 0
Picasso vs. Indoor Play Area (confined space)
Picasso: 1, Indoor Play Area: 0
Picasso vs. Having to Wear Socks
Picasso: 1, Socks Getting Taken Off: 0
(meaning that, even though he wanted to take his socks off because his feet were hot, he reacted well when told to put them on. Kudos to my friend for pointing out that SOCKS ON was Rule #3. As soon as he read that, Picasso ran by another kid who was taking his socks off & said, “Hey, that’s Rule #3, you have to keep your SOCKS ON.” Pot, kettle, black…)
Picasso vs. Having to apologize to someone he hit
Picasso: 1, Apology: 0 (meaning he *did* apologize & didn’t fall apart when told to apologize)
(although, his apology went something like this: “Sorry I hit you; but if you didn’t kick me, I would not have hit you.” - yeah, he tells it like it is)
Picasso vs. Other kids to watch out for / not bump into
Picasso: 1, Other kids: 0
(meaning, he bumped / ran into other kids minimally)
Picasso vs. The dreaded “It’s time to go home”
Picasso: 1, “Time to go”: 0
(he came the first time, no tears, no frustration, sweaty and red in the face from 2 hours of running & playing)
Our playdates don’t usually go this well. Our times alone at the playground may go just about this well, but he had a time-out the last time I took them to the playground with just his siblings.
I was worried about how this playdate would go - Picasso had a long week, with a lot of GREAT things happening. He asked a therapist “why” his words made her feel happy - he is beginning to intellectually understand that his words have an effect on someone. He also admitted to mistakes this week - something he never does. That was also new, and HUGE. So when the Friday afternoon playdate came around, I was prepared for a kid who couldn’t participate well due to exhaustion and the confines of an indoor play area.
Instead, I was *so proud* when he did not fight me when I made him apologize to another girl (who never did apologize to him for kicking him, according to Picasso). I was amazed at how well he participated with our friends and with the other kids there. I had to chuckle when I heard him, at the top of the play equipment, calling to someone we didn’t know: “Hey, little girrrrrrrrrrrrl, are you coming back?” Hilarious! Mozart would have asked her what her name was, and called her by name. Not Picasso - why bother with trivialities like that when you can just play? (Yes, we have a little way to go in our social skills, but this was quite adequate for the situation.)
This was all a HUGE win for him, for me, for us. I think I was as proud yesterday, after all this, as the day he took his first steps, or the day he said his first word. Everything about this outing was appropriate (except maybe the hitting, but he’s 7, I can understand *why* he hit - of course it’s not ok, but he handled the minor reprimand & apology with great ease).
Bonus? Yes, it gets even better!
I had a CONVERSATION with my friend. You know - back and forth discussion and sharing of stories and where we are in life and homeschool and kids and everything else we could squeeze into almost 2 hours together. I walked away from the playdate proud - of all 3 kids. I am so blessed! I also came away refreshed and happy to have had a chat with a grown-up. Never underestimate the joy of talking to another grown-up!
Best of all, though, I have faith that we’ll be able to have another successful playdate based on the results of this one. Play is a tough thing for my guy to learn, especially playing *with* someone. But yesterday, he was just a typical 7-year old, running, playing, climbing, suggesting games to play, and hanging out with friends.

Milestones Matter!

With Picasso’s issues, it’s sometimes hard to tell if he’s making progress in things. I mean, I can tell daily that he’s progressing, as he no longer does some things he did when he was younger. But some days, it’s just more difficult.

As I sat quietly today, taking a few minutes to relax and do nothing (except listen - a constant activity if there are other people in the house), I realized he’s making some HUGE gains in the social arena. I’m not sure why I didn’t notice before. Maybe I was just needing to mentally note progress today. And I did!

Picasso: doing something to infuriate his sister.
Princess: “I’m telling Mom!”
Picasso: “Ok, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again. Please don’t tell!”
Princess: “Ok, but if you hit me again, I’ll tell.”
Picasso: “Ok, I won’t. I’m sorry (pause) for hitting you.”
Princess: “I forgive you, but it hurt. Please don’t do it again.”

ME?
HAPPY DANCE!!! 
So what’s so great about all that? Lots!
*They worked it out (and believe me, if I thought she was getting hurt, I’d be intervening in a heartbeat).
*He said WHAT he was sorry for (bad grammar, I know - but it’s been a chore to get him to say what he was sorry for, and to admit that he had a part in some wrong-doing).
*He recognized a behavior that is socially appropriate at this age: the threat of tattling. Now, I realize it wouldn’t actually have been “tattling” since she was getting hurt, but I’ve heard the same phrases when they play with toys rather than hitting. But the fear of “I’m telling!” is getting him to change his actions - without me getting involved. And no, it’s not always ok when she comes to tattle, and we’re working on that with her. But it’s a “rite of passage” to deal with the tattling issue, and he’s understanding it.
Progress!

A Good, Good Day!

(I’m a little late getting this posted - this all took place yesterday, October 12th.)

Me: Hey, do you want music for the drive to therapy?
Him: Yes!
Me: What kind?
Him: Charlie Brown Christmas music.
(oh boy…2 days in a row.)

Me: Check out the great color on those trees.
Him: Wow - that orange color is so cool!

Him: If I had a motorcycle that I bought for 1 penny, and all the traffic lights were green, it would be like they were all bowing down to me. (think - Joseph’s dreams in Genesis 37, of the grain, sun, moon & stars bowing down to him.)
Me: Yes, sort of.
Him: I mean, the lights would be green, letting me do what I want so it would be like they were bowing down to me.
Me: Sort of, yes.
Him: Can’t you answer with something other than ‘sort of’?
Me: Can I say ‘kind of’?
Him: Yes, but all you’re saying is ‘sort of’; you need to use different words. You can’t just say ‘sort of’ all the time.
(This from a kid who doesn’t seem to care, half the time, if I even answer him at all! And he’s never been picky about my words before.)

Eye contact. Full sentences. Original thoughts. Engaging. Initiating.
CONVERSATION - back and forth, several times.
Asking for a variety of language, asking for clarification when he didn’t understand, expressing opinions.

Wow, Wow, WOW!!! I told a friend last night that I don’t know if this type of interaction will continue or not but that we are definitely celebrating a huge day yesterday!

Reality Check

We ended the week on a good note - had a huge breakthrough! Picasso had a small meltdown yesterday and made a mess out of some stuff. After removal from the situation (for safety sake), he came back to clean it up - AND, of his OWN accord, he apologized for the mess he made while he was mad, using language specific to the situation! A very notable first!

Yesterday I began working on October’s schedule, and while I listed everything out yesterday, I didn’t really give much thought to it until today. I’ve already lined up necessary childcare for October dates, but now that October’s here, the calendar is becoming our reality.

Reality: Picasso’s next therapy intensive starts in 10 days.

Reality: I’m not prepared for it.

See, we just got him through about 10 days of some tough stuff. I’m not yet prepared to go through another 10-day tough spot that will produce about a month of issues afterwards. To give some perspective, it will be close to Thanksgiving before we’re back to the projected “normalcy” of life. After the last intensive, they told us to expect about 4 weeks of emotional ups & downs following each occupational therapy intensive.

This one may be particularly tough because it’s following a lot of new things in his life: new school year, new schedule, new therapy schedule, new school set up at home, new Sunday school class, new(-ish) children’s church class, new group in the Wednesday night program at church.

He’s been asking ME for the rules in a lot of different areas. See, he knows - internally - that this is new; he knows that he can’t handle it; he knows that he needs boundaries. A HUGE thank you to those in his life that have been able to provide him with the boundaries that he’s looking for. Every kid needs boundaries and functions better with them. A kid like our guy needs them even more than a typically-developing child does. The reality is that there are rules in all of life. However, for our son, the connection between “home rules” and “school rules” and “therapy rules” gets lost. He’s not able to understand that rules for school apply to church, or that rules for therapy apply for home. That connection is just NOT there. That’s part of why he goes to therapy - to learn about social situations. The therapy for that is actually called “Social Skills Training” - he needs training to learn how to act in social situations.

I’m not trying to borrow worry from the situation that is ahead of us. However, when you have a kid who needs preparation for nearly every situation in his life, you begin to look at even the most minute deal of everyday life. Will he be ok if he doesn’t have his orange juice for breakfast? What if he is having a particularly “sensory” day: will he be able to find something to wear? Or, remember the issues surrounding that meltdown last time - how will that come back to effect the next similar situation? What if we go to the store for something he needs for a class, but we can’t find it - will that result in a tough day, or will it roll off his back and be quickly forgotten?

He looks so normal - so typical - and yet, he’s not.

And that’s what we love about him!

So while we certainly don’t try to borrow worry, we plan. We plan a lot. For example: a trip to church requires lots of planning and preparation and discussion through the week. People think we just show up and that life is dandy because Picasso looks so good. Sadly, that’s not accurate at all.

And so we begin preparation for this next intensive. We’re hopeful, but we’re also realistic. We’re not worrying, but we’re prepared. There’s uncertainty ahead, but there is peace.

Reality: We’re doing our best.

A Completely Different Kid!

Yesterday was Picasso’s first day of his second occupational therapy intensive. His therapist is amazing, but she is not his favorite as she’s the one who had to do the initial 4-5 hour evaluation. I’m trying to help him move past that and it seems that yesterday was a success in that. I reminded him that it’s just 1 hour, and that he could do this.

I was prepared to hear all the usual “we still need to work on this” at the post-therapy summary. I know we have a long way to go still, but I also know we’re seeing a lot of good changes and I’m encouraged by that, and am hopeful!

The post-therapy summary went something like this:
1. GREAT attitude!
2. Remember how he was resistant to the tactile stimulation (meaning body brushing, massage, deep muscle stimulation)? Well, today he had no problem with it. (That’s HUGE for someone with sensory issues!)
3. He met an IEP goal!
4. His behavior, when needing redirected, was fine - no real probelms whatsoever. How is the home behavior? (SO much better than it used to be!)
5. He’s doing well in so many areas, is close to hitting another IEP goal, but we’ll monitor over the 10-day period, and of course continue working on this at the next therapy intensive as well.

and - my favorite:
6. He’s a COMPLETELY different kid, even since the last therapy intensive at the end of May, and certainly different than the boy I spent hours evaluating in January!

They were right - these therapy intensives make a HUGE difference in terms of regulating his systems and helping his mind to process in a new and different way! This is some great progress for our family! I’m hoping that since we’ve already had one therapy intensive, the emotional swing that comes from all of this input will be a little less than it was the last time. Additionally, because we already have one of these intensives under our belts, we know what to watch for in terms of things that will make it harder for him during these two weeks. We’re all learning!

I realize this is not the best picture - wish I’d been a few seats farther away from him. However, in my mind (as Mom), this is such a great picture! Middle of the baseball game, not at all bothered by what anyone might think - he’s just loving life!

A Little Bit of Normal

We’re enjoying “a little bit of normal” around here lately! Last week all 3 kids attended a vacation Bible school at a local church, from 9am-3pm. All the kids did amazingly well, especially Picasso. He earned all the stickers that they were giving as rewards. His teacher had nothing negative to say when I asked about his behavior, there were no time-outs of which I was aware. He succeeded in a week of structured activities with kids his age, at a location with which he was only moderately familiar. This is a huge step for us! Mozart & our Princess did well, too - I had no question about Mozart’s ability to attend the week-long programs. He knew some kids from years before and had a great time. Our Princess did well, and I think it was harder for me to let her go, than for her to actually go. Her teachers were some people I knew, so that helped (helped ME!), and I knew she would be well-cared for.Our normalcy with Picasso is continuing into this week. Now, I’m aiming to be open and honest, for others going through similar situations, without divulging too much of anyone’s privacy. So you have probably all seen some typically-developing 7-year olds, and you know that sometimes, the grosser a conversation, the more they like it. Well, that seems to be holding true for us with Picasso this week. And as much as I personally do not care for gross conversations and discussion of bodily functions, I do recognize that it’s normal and so I’m really happy when some “normal” passes through our house! I’m trying to make sure that we don’t go overboard in “bathroom words” or disgusting discussions. But it’s funny to me to hear this, and to be a little grateful for it!Having said all this, and basking in some normalcy, we are beginning to tighten up the reigns a little on the house art - you know, the art ON the house. We’re going to be working with him to understand and locate the appropriate places to draw/write/color. Due to his developmental delays, he does not always act his age, and rightfully so. However, we seem to have turned a corner and I think we’re at a place where we can impose some regulations on where he’s allowed to draw. Until now, the house art seems to have occurred in a moment when he does not have words to use, and so he will use the art as a way to alleviate his frustrations. But since he is making great strides developmentally, we are going to attempt to take some control of the house art. We’re looking for some cool options to give him other outlets to draw - wall paper books, or paper that has room to draw and write, so he can begin to make his own book. The sky’s the limit when it comes to possibilities I’ll consider!

So take a minute, sit back, breathe deeply and enjoy this moment with us! We are SO amazed to be feeling normal right now!

The Art of Conversation

If you know us at all, even a little, even just a tiny bit, chances are you’ve heard of some of the random conversations that occur within our family. And for the record, there are many more that you haven’t heard about for one reason or another.Picasso has speech therapy, as well as social skills therapy, to help him improve his conversation skills (among other things). He is quite the conversationalist when talking with someone he knows. He can often stay on topic, especially if he’s interested. Turn-taking in a conversation can be difficult as he has to process what he’s heard and then figure out how to respond based on what the other person has said and based on what he wants to say, all the while realizing he needs to stay on topic. Sometimes all of that is just too much for him, and he just doesn’t respond. Or, he resonds later - well after the fact - once he’s figured out a way in which he can respond.I had all 3 kids at Target today, picking up some Father’s Day cards (because I’m behind again…sigh!). I was hoping to find a movie that the kids could get for Tim and be able to watch with him. That’s kind of a tough one, when you have 3 kids of varying ages & interests, and finding a movie that’s appropriate for all. But - we found one. (Won’t say which one since it’s a gift.) :)

We passed by a shelf and Picasso saw Transformers 2 and wanted to get it. I told him that I didn’t think he was ready to see it yet, and his sister certainly wasn’t ready to see it, so it probably would not be the best bet for a movie for Dad. Picasso was frustrated and I was trying to move him along down the row so that maybe he could move past wanting that movie - ’cause, out of sight out of mind, right? Ha!

No sooner do we get past Transformers 2, and on to look at what might be more suitable movies, than we happen to cross paths with an employee. Now, Target prides themselves on having excellent customer service, and I would agree. After today, I would have to agree even more. I am sure - positive - that this man did not plan on a conversation with Picasso today, or even on having a conversation similar to this today. But he was helpful, didn’t undermine my opinion, talked on a level appropriate to the person he was helping, and was kind about the whole matter. The employee was a man who was probably in his 40s, and looked to be training another man.

So I said no to Transformers 2 for Tim, I ushered Picasso away from the movie, down the row, and there’s the employee. Do I need help? No, I’m just looking, thanks!

Then, I hear it. Music to my ears. A proud moment to be shared with Picasso’s therapist.
1. He engages in conversation.
2. He engages in conversation with a stranger.
3. He engages in conversation with a stranger over a hostile (in his mind) topic.
4. He listens to the other person’s perspective.
5. He accepts the answer given by the stranger and the conversation is (mostly) over.

Here’s what was said:
Picasso: “Excuse me, Sir?”
Employee: “Yes?”
Picasso: “Why is Transformers 2: Revenge of the Fallen rated PG-13?
Employee: “I think there’s a lot of violence in the movie, and things get blown up and vehicles crash - stuff like that.”
Picasso: “But I really want to see it.”
Me: (chiming in just to be sure the employee doesn’t promise something I don’t intend to do): “Maybe when you’re a little older.”
Employee: “I don’t think you’re quite old enough yet. It’s really too much violence for young kids, and it’s kind of scary.”
Picasso: “Have you seen it?”
Employee: “No, I didn’t watch it. I’ve only heard about it. But maybe when you’re older, you’ll be able to see it.”
Me: “Come on, pal, let’s go find a movie for Dad. Thank you, Sir.”
Picasso: (more to himself, but loud enough for us all to hear) “I still want to watch it. I wish it wasn’t PG-13.”

Picasso took FIVE turns at a conversation, kept it ALL on topic, responded to someone else who was talking on topic, and based his own responses to what the other participant had to say. There was no argument, just genuine listening and conversing.

Maybe this isn’t a big deal to you, but for us, it’s huge! Yes, Picasso looks so normal on so many levels and it’s hard to recognize that conversation is not a strength of his because he speaks well (and often!). But when something like this happens, we realize that he does lack in certain areas, but that with some help, we’re working on these issues, and gaining some ground!

Conversation is more than just random talking - and we’re getting there!