Sunday, September 30, 2012

9.30.12

We picked up a Chutes and Ladders game last Christmas, and finally got around to opening it.  Wyatt did a pretty good job of following the rules, but he constantly wanted to go down the slides. :P
Josh left (very) early Saturday morning for a fishing trip.  Wyatt told me this morning that he missed him a lot, but he would pretend daddy was here so he didn't miss him so much. :)
I had to take Wyatt to Winnipeg for a dental consultation, we were told by his dentist out here that he had three cavities.  When we got there, they didn't seem to know why we were there, which was frustrating.  The dentist that checked Wyatt was very patient, made him a balloon animal (!) and he told us Wyatt had NO cavities.  We were there for maybe half an hour.  Seemed like a waste of time, and I'm not sure who to believe.  Neither dentist would have had a good look, because he wasn't co-operating well for either of them.  So, we'll continue to brush and floss for now.

Sunday, September 16, 2012

9.16.12

We let Paige do some finger painting today - I have a painting that Wyatt did when he was about the same age, so I figured I should make it a set. :)  She had a blast, and not only covered the canvas, but the table and her torso as well.  What I really should have taken a picture of was the after effects of letting your 16 month old finger paint.  She didn't try to eat any of it, so there's that...

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

9.12.12

Photo by Alesha Hildebrand
Wyatt had his 4 year photos done today, and we got a little sneak peek already!

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

9.11.12

Look who is actually pedaling!  Josh's grandparents picked this trike up for Wyatt in the states over the weekend, and although I was hesitant to trying a trike again (hoping that we could just work on the bike), I knew his grandparents would be back to see how it was working out.  Josh put it together last night, and Wyatt actually pedaled!  I think the fact that he's so close to the ground helps.
We also had Wyatt's 4 year check recently, and when we discussed a few of the obstacles we've been dealing with lately, his doctor said, "I'm concerned."  Part of me felt vindicated, and the other part was devastated.  I knew we couldn't keep bumping along the way we were, and as I've mentioned before, we do have a referral for an occupational therapist to get further diagnosing, but still.  It feels a bit crushing as a parent.
Because I've been talking about SPD (Sensory Processing Disorder) a lot lately, I thought I'd explain it a little more thoroughly in this post.
Sensory processing (sometimes called "sensory integration" or SI) is a term that refers to the way the nervous system receives messages from the senses and turns them into appropriate motor and behavioral responses. Whether you are biting into a hamburger, riding a bicycle, or reading a book, your successful completion of the activity requires processing sensation or "sensory integration."
Sensory Processing Disorder (SPD, formerly known as "sensory integration dysfunction") is a condition that exists when sensory signals don't get organized into appropriate responses. Pioneering occupational therapist and neuroscientist A. Jean Ayres, PhD, likened SPD to a neurological "traffic jam" that prevents certain parts of the brain from receiving the information needed to interpret sensory information correctly. A person with SPD finds it difficult to process and act upon information received through the senses, which creates challenges in performing countless everyday tasks. Motor clumsiness, behavioral problems, anxiety, depression, school failure, and other impacts may result if the disorder is not treated effectively. (from www.sinetwork.org)
I believe Wyatt deals with Sensory Over Responsiveness (or defensiveness) in that his body over-reacts to certain senses (some children are under-responsive, or sensory seeking.  These children often don't respond to hot/cold changes, seem to be unaffected by pain, some chew on things, suck on fingers, etc to constantly feel something orally, just for example.).
There are a few categories he fits into:
Auditory Defensiveness.  Children with auditory defensiveness have difficulty tolerating loud noises and/or are easily startled by loud noises.  They may be fearful when subjected to certain sounds. They may try to avoid situations in which there will be noise, such as shopping centres.  They are irritated by appliance noises (we found this to be especially true with the vacuum and blender).
Vestibular or Gravitational Defensiveness.  Children with vestibular defensiveness hate going upside down or sideways, they may have difficulty using stairs, elevators and escalators.  Some experience motion sickness (which we haven't, thank goodness) and vertigo.  It's not unusual for some children to avoid swinging and sliding.  This same insecurity can be exhibited while in the water, some children do not want to learn to swim and floating can be frightening for them.
He also touches on tactile defensiveness.  I read this quote on the SPD support website: "They may act like their life is being threatened when being bathed."  This is bathtime in our house. Children with tactile defensiveness may also avoid crowds because of the unexpected touches that may occur.  Wyatt certainly dislikes crowds, could be the noise, could be the amount of people, could be people bumping into him that bothers him.
This just touches on SPD, but these are the issues that we, as a family, are dealing with.  Some days are fine, other days are really bad.  I'm looking forward to our appointment so that Josh and I can learn ways to help Wyatt cope with some of these things that overwhelm him.  It's easy to get frustrated.  It's hard to imagine what is so terrifying about a 4 foot high slide.  But we are finding some ways of helping him on our own.  For example, if there is a loud, startling sound, if we can show him what is making the noise, it can help prevent a meltdown.  This doesn't always work though, as I found out when a front end loader was picking up benches after the Corn and Apple Festival downtown.  When I pointed it out to him, he began to shake and asked to go home.  Mind you, Corn and Apple itself was mostly a disaster with him. In the days following the festival, when we would drive downtown, he would ask when they would take down the signs.  He clapped (!) the day he noticed they were gone.
Anyway, I hope that answers some of the questions - I know I sure don't have all the answers myself, but I think this gives a glimpse into Wyatt's world.



Friday, September 7, 2012

9.7.12

How is it that he is ready for school already? Yes, it is just preschool...but still!
Wyatt was very excited about preschool until Thursday night. When I tucked him in, he told me he was afraid. I told him that was okay, and then we talked about all the good things we knew would happen at preschool.
Friday morning he was still very nervous. He asked if he could just stay home. I told him to just try this morning, and he agreed. We went in, hung up his backpack and got his new shoes on. He told me again, he was afraid, but it was okay. :)
We went into the room, he found the cars and said goodbye.
I worried about him for 2 1/2 long hours. Were any of the other kids talking to him? Would he be okay with "song time" or would the singing scare him? Should I have told his teacher about SPD? Why didn't I remember a bottle of water for him? Would he be brave enough to ask to go to the bathroom if he needed to go?
When I picked him up at 11:30 he told me, "I had fun. Can I go again when it's Friday next week?"

Side note...

I will post some pictures of Wyatt's first day of pre-school shortly (sorry mom, I took them on my phone so they won't be very big!).
But first I need to ramble for a bit.
I am tired.  Really, really tired.  Not sleepy tired (although I am getting there), but mentally, emotionally and physically tired.  I went to Co-op today to get icing sugar and found myself just standing in the aisle, because I could hardly convince myself to put one foot in front of the other.  Because it meant that when I got home, I actually had to make icing sugar.  And then I had to decorate a cake.  The cake is for my niece, whom I love dearly, but I just don't like doing cakes anymore.  And I am tired of talking myself into finishing things (or starting things, rather) that I do not want to do.  I knew that when I got back home, my son would likely be throwing a tantrum over something, and my husband would probably be losing his temper because we both have been pushed to our limit with Wyatt.  Again.  Things got better after he adjusted to being back at his old daycare.  And then preschool was about to start, and I think he just does so poorly with change that he lashes out.  He refuses to listen, and he takes NO punishment seriously, and laughs in my face.  A lot.  I don't handle that well at all.  I fly off the handle and yell.  I don't like yelling.  I feel awful for days after I yell.  I stay up and night, wishing that I had controlled my anger better. 
Now that I'm back at work, I feel like I have no energy to do anything at the end of the day.  We get home from work/daycare, push through supper, baths, bedtime and then I curl up on the couch with my laptop for 2 hours before bed.  I can't remember the last time I worked out.  I stopped counting calories because I DON'T CARE ANYMORE.  I don't have the energy to care.  Sometimes I physically do not have the energy to even wash my hair.  That means that I also do not have the energy to have meaningful interactions with my kids.  I don't feel like pushing Wyatt on the swing.  I don't feel like playing "digger".  I'm tired of chasing after Paige to make sure she doesn't climb on something, jump off something, climb off something, jump on something, take Wyatt's food, take Wyatt's cup, spill Wyatt's drink, slip in Wyatt's drink, throw toys, take toys, jam toys under the couch....
Last time I felt like this, my doctor diagnosed me with depression.  I was put on anti-depressants (we tried three different types of SSRIs), and my body couldn't handle them.  They made me so sleepy.  Dangerously sleepy.  As in, I nodded off on a trip home from the city, sleepy. So I went off of them, and made an effort to take better care of myself, and therefore Wyatt and my relationship with Josh.  But I don't know how to get there now.  I'm just too tired.  I don't feel like trying.  I feel like laying in my bed for days on end.

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Monday, September 3, 2012

9.3.12

Our weekend started off with what was supposed to be a camping trip to Grand Beach. We did make it there, set up and have supper, but after attempting to get the kids to sleep for 2 hours, we gave up and headed home. Which meant packing up in the dark. And only making it home at 1:45am.
The next day, everyone was over tired and grumpy. I was just sad, because we were supposed to be doing something special for Wyatt's birthday, but instead we were snapping at each other and the kids were having tantrum after tantrum.
So that evening, I decided we were turning the weekend around. It would still be good. We headed up to the beach and hiked the trails around the lake. We came home, had a fire and made s'mores. This afternoon we went to the zoo, then had Dairy Queen for supper (as per Wyatt's request), and played at the park for a bit. I might have pushed it a bit, as both kids had colossal meltdowns around bedtime. Still...the majority of the weekend went well. :)
Hiking.
Driving in the "zebra trucks."
Headed down the slide - she climbed up there on her own, and would go down on her own. No fear!
Checking out the birds at the zoo!