Believe it or not, Daniel will be 5 next month. FIVE. I’m in denial. But my denial won’t stop it from happening, so when I had Daniel’s IEP meeting last Friday, it was also a kindergarten transition meeting. Even though he won’t be changing schools, (his preschool is at our home school) he will be changing therapy teams, because the preschool therapists only work with preschool kids. So! This meeting included everyone on his current team (PT, OT, SLP, & preschool teacher) and everyone who will be on his team next year (new PT, OT, & SLP, a kindergarten teacher, behavioral psychologist, and teachers from both the resource room and the intensive resource room. Plus some admin people. It was a full room.)
First we went over current goals (all going well, making progress) and discussed what he’ll be working on through the rest of this preschool year and during the Extended School Year (summer school.) He’s progressed enough in most areas that they’ll move from evaluating him against the 0-3 year scale to evaluating him against the 3-6 year scale. (That gives a pretty good idea where he’s at developmentally- he’s basically on par with a 3 year old for gross motor and fine motor, quite a bit further behind on social & communication skills.)
Next we went over the plan for kindergarten. The recommendation the team gave was to have Daniel placed in a traditional kindergarten classroom and also spend time in the Intensive Resource Room. The IRR is (you may have guessed) more intensive than the regular resource room. The benefits for Daniel are that the IRR provides daily therapy practice, in addition to being pulled out of class for speech/OT/PT, and provides him his own workspace for subjects where he is far enough behind his peers that it doesn’t make sense for him to be in the traditional classroom for those subjects. The IRR has its own teacher and is tiny, in terms of student numbers. (Currently only 2 kids are assigned to it, they are also both boys with Down syndrome, which made me smile.) They also provide music therapy, which I’m sure Daniel will LOVE. Daniel will also have a para (a helper) assigned to him who will be with him all day. (The IRR will also help train the para in how to incorporate Daniel’s therapy practice into his regular classroom stuff.) Kindergarten in our district is 1/2 day, unless you want to pay for full day. However, because Daniel needs so many therapies and extra help AND we want him to spend time with his typical peers, the team recommended on his IEP that he be placed in a full day class (with fees waived, since this is considered part of his services.) They gave a sample schedule to show how his day would go, and reassured me that he’d be spending more than half his day in the traditional classroom. It all sounds pretty great, and I feel sure Daniel will thrive.
Kindergarten! 3 kids in school ALL DAY LONG! Pretty crazy.
And just like that, November is over. Let’s not lie, my writing this month was a big fat disappointment. And I don’t even have anything good to end on, because my brain is mush. But! This weekend I’m singing in a choir at a nativity display which combines two of my favorite things: singing and nativities ❤️
Plus, start of December means my kids will stop harassing me about when they can start their advent calendars! (Y’all I had to make a deal about what time they can open them in the morning. Will offered me 4, 5, or 6 am. FOUR AYE EM. I vetoed that nonsense. I said 6. I predict they will opened by 5:58.)
Anyway. On to December!
Nothing like a puking kid to end a long weekend, AMIRITE?! Ugh.
I AM glad she wasn’t sick on Thanksgiving, but now she has to stay home from school tomorrow and, not gonna lie, I was looking forward to tomorrow being a school day.
At what point do kids stop getting every bug that goes around school? That DOES HAPPEN, RIGHT?
Yesterday was great. I mean, minus the cranberry/marshmallow fiasco. Got the tree up and decorated, got the other Christmas stuff put out, did some house cleaning, didn’t cook AT ALL. Generally awesome.
But then I wasn’t tired at my usual bedtime, (10 pm because I’m an old lady) so I didn’t fall asleep until around 11:30. And then Lydia got up at midnight. And you know, she’s LYDIA, so of course she wouldn’t go back to sleep. Around 12:30 I brought her to bed with me where she proceeded to keep us both up until 2 am. And of course everyone was up for the day by 5:30. Not a great start. Then I got to take Daniel to the pediatrician’s office for a Saturday sick-visit! His right ear has had some drainage and despite his tubes it hasn’t cleared up, so to the doctor we go! Or went, I guess. Pediatrician took a look, told me it was too goopy to see anything (couldn’t even tell me if the tube was in place!) and that while they normally just do ear-drops for kiddos with tubes, he thought with how small Daniel’s ear canals are, and how much goop he’s got in there, ear drops wouldn’t even get far enough into his ear to work. So! Oral antibiotics for Mr. Daniel.
Then I spent all afternoon with a migraine due to last night’s non-sleep shenanigans. Point is- today? LESS GREAT. Fingers crossed for tomorrow.
Let’s hear the saga of Daniel’s new levels of destructiveness shall we? Here goes.
I have been saying for a LONG time now that I was dreading the day Daniel started climbing out of his crib and also the day he learned to work doorknobs. LIVING IN FEAR even. Well friends, that day has come.
A month ago, after a couple days of refusing to stay in his crib, we transitioned it to a toddler bed. And then took this picture. Actual bedtime was a disaster.
Then, within a week, he learned to work doorknobs. So he started escaping his room and I primed some childproof door locks. We also had to:
- Remove everything but beds from the boys’ room.
- Put the dresser in the closet so he didn’t empty it every day.
- Order closet door locks. Obviously.
- Take Will’s mattress off his loft bed and put it on the floor, so that we could take the ladder off and keep Daniel from climbing up there.
- Insist that Will not keep anything paper in his room.
So that’s been fun. Also, no crib has resulted in NO NAPS on non-school days and UGH. Daniel gets super cranky when he’s tired. It was bad enough when he didn’t nap on the 4 days a week he’s at school during nap time.
But! There’s more! He also learned how to climb over the gate we had around the TV/DVD player area. And work the child locks on the cabinet holding the DVD player. AND! He got tall enough to reach the ledge that goes all around the basement. The ledge that I used to set anything I wanted to keep out of his reach. *cue me crazy laugh-crying*
Of course I have photographic evidence of the destruction.
Emptied DVD cabinet. And took a whole bunch of DVDs out of cases. Also ruined the cases.
Ate some markers during “nap time” before we completely emptied the boys’ room.
Got into the laundry room and loaded the washer with toys and DVDs. You know, from the cabinet he emptied. Thankfully he didn’t turn the water on.
It’s been quite an experience.
Lydia loves hats. It’s pretty great. Yesterday I went to get her from her nap and she had managed to snag a knitted penguin beanie off the floor and was wearing it. (Sadly I didn’t get a picture of that.) So how about some other pictures of her in hats? Here you go.
Alright that last one is headphones, not a hat, but COME ON. Look how cute she is.
Around 1 am Brian and I were both woken up by noises. They did not sound good. I mean, probably no noise waking you at 1 am sounds GOOD, but some noises are less bad than others. This was the kind of noise that makes you think, “uh oh. Somebody just threw up.” So we were both pleasantly surprised to find that nobody was puking, it was just Will coughing a very croup-y sounding cough.
This is what parenting does to you, y’all. PLEASANTLY SURPRISED to find a kid with a nasty cough. I kept him home today, not for the cough since those can go on forever, but because he was running a fever. I’m a pretty strict follower of the 24 hour rule- no fever/vomiting for 24 hours before I’ll send a kid back to school. (I really don’t want my kid to be the one getting everyone sick. Also I hate when people send sick kids to school to get MY KIDS SICK. Anyway.) And that is how I ended up with a kid home from school today and will have one again tomorrow, because he is STILL running a fever. He doesn’t feel bad enough to sleep all day, so he just wants to talk my ear off about Pokémon.
Monday: oven fire
Tuesday: sick kid
Not real excited about Wednesday.
P.S. I’m sure I jinxed myself by saying nobody was throwing up. I’ll let you know how that goes.
In 2013 we carved pumpkins. Kalena gagged every time she touched the innards, so I had to scoop her pumpkin. And Will was not quite 4, so I also had to scoop his. Then I also had to carve both pumpkins, because I’m the lady who thought carving pumpkins with a 3 year old & a 5 year old was a good idea. (Actually, I think I carved Will’s and someone else carved Kalena’s.)
Fortunately I learned my lesson and we skipped jack-o-lanterns for the next 2 years. This year I decided to try again. I told them I was not doing the work and if they didn’t want to we could skip the whole thing next year.
They were still disgusted by the insides, but did a pretty good job scooping. In the end I helped a little, but they did all the carving themselves!
So. Jack-o-lantern success! Of course, October was still crazy warm, so they lasted about 3 days before the molded but they lasted through Halloween because I procrastinated. As I tend to do. WOO!
Between Daniel learning all kinds of new escaping skills, and Lydia’s sleep going all to hell (AGAIN) I feel exhausted all the time. On top of that, life has been busier than usual, for…weeks. Too long. I need a break and I just don’t know when I can get one.
The other day I heated leftover spaghetti for Lydia and Daniel to eat for lunch. And then getting it out of the microwave I dropped both plates of it.
I sighed, and cleaned it up, because there’s no use crying over spilled spaghetti. Or something like that. Then I heated up some more noodles (without sauce because that was all on the floor) and sat the babies down to eat. Daniel took one bite and immediately threw the rest of his plate on the floor.
That’s basically my life right now. Just go straight from one mess to the next. It’s not my favorite.
(Maybe instead of NaBloPoMo I should have just titled this month: 30 days of complaining.)
Last year for Halloween Lydia & Daniel wore their costumes for approximately 6 minutes, so this year (even though I thought of some CUTE STUFF) I opted not to buy them new costumes. This worked well because in the end we took them to zero events. Daniel had a Halloween party at school so he wore the Yoda costume from last year. (Lydia wore it last year. Not the point.)
Kalena & Will discussed about a million costumes each, but in the end Kalena was a witch and Will was Pikachu. By the time they decided it was too late to order a Pikachu costume but I thought- no worries, I’ll buy the Pikachu sweatshirt I’ve seen at Target, & find some yellow sweatpants to go with. You know what nobody sells? Yellow sweatpants. I *did* find some online. They would have arrived in time for Thanksgiving! So I busted out my super awesome sewing skills (if by super awesome I mean barely passable) and made Will some yellow fleece pants. (I was very impressed with myself. I told Brian he was not impressed enough.)
Brian took them to our church Halloween party, and his work Halloween party, and, of course, trick or treating. (All on different days. We aren’t crazy.) During all those events I kept the babies home so they could sleep. Better all around! Also I WAY over purchased candy. We had about 20 trick or treaters & about 300 pieces of candy. My mouth is happy. My pants are not.