It’s been a while! Like two and a half months since I’ve even looked at my blog. I have so much I should be doing around the house right now since I am home, but it will be good for me to get everything typed out and give everyone an update on life. I know I don’t see family and friends near as often as I’d like to, and you all show us so much love, you deserve to hear what’s going on, too.

Augustus and I are logging 1000+ miles a week going back and forth to therapies at LifeScape in Rapid City and at the school in Philip. As the title of this blog implies, it’s worth it. It’s not easy and not always a lot of fun, but worth it.

Gus does ABA therapy at LifeScape five days a week, and also does speech, OT, and PT there once weekly each. He has speech at the school once weekly, too, and also spends some time with the special education provider at the school once weekly.

ADA

Miss Ada is in preschool three days a week, and ends up going to daycare four days of the week. Since Augustus and I are out of town and Dane is at work (not in town), Grandma Lisa and Aunt Emily are our saving grace with this. They make sure Ada gets picked up from preschool and taken to daycare each day. She loves preschool, and loves everything about daycare except nap time. Gus and I have to leave before preschool starts a couple of days a week, so Dane has to stick around to be able to get her to preschool (Again, must praise his employers on being accommodating.)

Ada comes to LifeScape with Augustus and I once weekly on Fridays. At first it was really hard (on her and me), because she felt left out having to be quiet or wait in the waiting room while Gus was working. I can see how what Gus is doing and learning looks like a lot of fun to her. Fortunately, the therapists are great, and we have found ways to incorporate Ada into things and to allow her to have some fun, too. Gus has lunch as part of his therapy, so Ada has lunch with him. She also gets to come along for sensory breaks in the sensory room, which is a lot of fun for both of the kids. She has gotten better and understands better now that she’s been tagging along for several months now.

I can’t believe she will be five in just over a month. She is a fan of everything superhero right now. Her Skye “pups” are her favorites. She is super into “Sam Sandwich” (a Disney short) and has a newfound love for “Ben & Holly” (a show on Nick Jr.) She has also been into the Power Puff Girls, which I can get behind, as they were something I watched as a kid. She can write her name and most numbers, although tends to get a few of the numbers backwards. Her drawing skills seem to improve all the time. She is still talking more than anyone I’ve ever met. She is crazy articulate and clever. I love when she makes up songs to sing to us.

We work hard to make sure Ada has plenty of attention along with alone time and fun with mom & dad.

She is becoming such a good helper. Her tender heart and fierce attitude are seriously an inspiration to me. When her brother is having a hard time, she is the first one to try to comfort him. She will bring him her tablet and turn on some nursery rhymes for him, or find him a blanket, or ask “Alexa” to play him “Wheels on the Bus”, his favorite. She has also come a long way in understanding some of the harder things that we have to deal with regarding Augustus’ behavior. He sometimes lashes out at her, and she has really learned not to take it personally and that most likely he is trying to tell us something and is frustrated about it and does not know how to relay that other than lashing out. My mommy heart aches in the times she says “But Gus can’t talk!” or “Gus doesn’t play right!” Fortunately, most of the time, she is patient with him. One of their favorite games to play is when Ada follows Gus around and acts and plays like he does; jumping, wrestling, squealing, etc. Personally, I think they are perfect for each other as siblings.

Ada saw a dentist for the first time this month. She has always been pretty good about brushing her teeth. Unfortunately, she has such a petite and tiny mouth that all of her teeth are very, very crowded in there. Her teeth look pretty healthy, but on x-ray it turns out she has a lot of cavities and decay between her teeth, especially her back teeth. The dentist told her that: Number one, her teeth are so crowded in her mouth that even brushing and flossing could only do so much, and that number two, a lot of dental stuff is actually hereditary. I was never sure if that was true or not. It sounds like it most definitely is. Dane has a family history of “bad teeth” and has “bad teeth” himself. Poor Ada has been blessed with her mama’s eyesight and her daddy’s teeth. I am shaking in my boots a bit, as Ada is going to undergo a dental procedure this next week at the Same Day Surgery Center in Rapid City. They are going to put her all the way under, as in IV anesthesia. She is so tiny, and it just scares me. While this route was not necessarily totally necessary, it was our best option. She would have had to have 4+ appointments at the dentist to take care of everything that needs done, and the dentist and I felt that would be fairly traumatizing for her. Plus, with the way her teeth are looking now, she will have plenty of appointments in the future. We don’t want her terrified so early in the game. I am of the opinion that if they are baby teeth “Oh well, they will fall out anyway.” BUT the teeth Ada needs fixed are her molars, which she has many years left with. Wish us luck, say a prayer, send us good vibes.

AUGUSTUS

The biggest thing we are working on now with Gus is potty training, and oh boy, it’s an adventure. I must sing my own praises about potty training Ada. I started very early, in fact, too early, and had to wait a bit and had great success when it was time. Gus, now that’s a very different story. First of all, he’s a boy. I don’t care what anyone says, boys are harder to potty train. Then you add in very limited communication, sensory processing disorder, developmental delays, and autism and it’s straight insanity, in my opinion. Plus, he’s a big kid, so a little kid potty just isn’t an option, so we are kind of tied to the bathroom a lot. Truth be told, my bathroom looks like a war zone.

I do have to say, that while I am entirely overwhelmed and somewhat discouraged with the process, I am thankful it is even an option to try at this point in the game. I was not sure if he would be 3 or 5 or 10 or if he would never be ready to try potty training. I am at a point in the process where I am not entirely sure if we are making progress or not. I am confident that one day he will be potty trained, though.

Right now, it’s basically me taking him to a toilet and sitting him there every 40-ish minutes. I put him in underwear right away in hopes he would dislike being wet/dirty. He seemed to dislike it, at first, but now I have kind of been sticking to Pull-Ups because I am beginning to think he just really does not care, and in part because all of his underwear are dirty and I haven’t had a chance to wash them. Ha.

I show him a PECS card with a picture and the word potty on it. I then take him to the bathroom, and before walking in, I show him the card again and get him to look at it and either hand it to me or say something (anything, truly) to acknowledge that we are going potty. Why? Because the real trick in this whole process is going to be getting him to let someone know when he needs to use the bathroom. I was told he could catch on quickly or that it may take many, many years.

Positive reinforcement is HUGE for Gus. His favorite food ever is fruit, especially blueberries. Therefore, I use blueberries for positive reinforcement. He gets one for trying and a few for peeing on the potty. I tell him all the time that if he poops on the potty he gets the entire container of blueberries. Silver lining – blueberries are better than candy.

It’s also hard, because a lot of it is on ME. I have to get him to the bathroom, work with him to try to teach him to help me get his pants and underwear down, and then I physically have to sit his 40+ pound body on the toilet. Surprisingly, he sits on the toilet fairly well most of the time, which I was definitely not expecting. Getting him to keep his hands on his lap and not in the toilet, or flushing the toilet, or playing with anything he can reach is another story. I am also supposed to keep data of every potty experience we have and if he was wet/soiled/dry and if he went and the time, etc. etc. While this will be helpful information, it’s a lot of freaking work and time out of the day. I did a pretty solid job the first couple of weeks, but weekends I tend to give up for two reasons. One, I just want a freaking break. Two, I need to get things done!

He has had some success with peeing in the potty. I have yet to get him to go #2 on the potty.

Like I said, I cannot decide if he is really ready. I know I said I was ready, but at this point I’m not sure that I am either.

The older Gus gets, and the more therapy he receives, the more aware he is. Hallelujah! BUT the more aware he becomes, the more frustrated he becomes in regard to communicating. Therefore, we have had some behavioral type issues regarding this, as well as some behavior we (as in our family and his therapists) truly cannot figure out.

It was recommended I take him to the doctor to rule out any type of health concern that may not be obvious to us. This included a trip to the dentist, which actually went over phenomenally well. They told us with him liking to chew on things and using chewelry that they were surprised how straight and healthy his teeth were. They chose not to do x-rays or a cleaning or anything as not to totally traumatize him, especially since things looked good and he is only 3. Baby steps. He was cleared of any underlying health or dental concerns.

Just take a minute to think about this…Can you imagine how hard and frustrating it would be to be a small child and be in pain or discomfort and not be able to find a way to let an adult, parent, or someone that could help you know? It’s heartbreaking to me. Whenever he get’s sick or seems to be not himself I really worry. Thankfully, I am his person and spend basically all of my time with him so no one knows him as well as I do.

It’s also very hard when your child physically harms you. It’s a feeling that’s hard to describe. I don’t mean when a toddler or small child tests the waters and slaps or hits you. I am talking about when Gus is in a mood and struggling and hits me in what seems to be anger or frustration. I have been slapped, scratched, kicked, hit, and often get my hair pulled. He will sometimes grab my glasses and seemingly try to crush them in his hands. It is very hard not to take it personally. He is not mad at me or hurting me out of spite, he is trying to communicate.

When this happens, he often grinds his teeth and puts his hands into fists and makes a lot of not so happy sounding noises. Sometimes, it is pretty easy to figure out what’s going on. Perhaps he is being denied access to something he wants. Perhaps, he wants something or needs something and cannot tell someone. The other confusing “perhaps” is that perhaps it is an automatic behavior.

As you are probably aware, persons with autism almost always have “stims”, or things they do that just make them feel normal or “regulated”. For instance, Gus flaps his hands and does a lot of jumping. Those are stims. When a behavior continues to happen and there is no obvious trigger, one starts to wonder if it could be automatic behavior, kind of like a stim.

We are in the process of working on figuring a lot of that out. There are certain tests/experiments (one being a “functional analysis”) we will go through to try to see if we can address some of the “problem behaviors” that we cannot link to denied access or a want or need.

ME

I have a full-time job in being a mom (as all moms do), but I also feel like I have a full-time job in traveling and working in therapies with Gus. I am gone from home a very minimum of five hours a day, most often longer, and spend money in doing so, not make any. I have to have beyond amazing organization skills just to remember to bring everything we need to therapy (double the things now that we are potty training), as well as keeping appointment times straight, and everyone in the family’s schedules running smoothly without conflict. Thankfully, I have always been organized. All along I was being prepared for this life, I say.

I really struggle to keep up at home. While we aren’t home but some late afternoons and most evenings, it takes no time for the house to be in total disarray. We have a sensory seeker up in this bish. He lives for messes and to play in them. He gets into absolutely anything and everything he can. Disorganizing and throwing things on the floor are a favorite pastime of his. The bigger and more able bodied he gets the crazier it gets. I am not talking about regular “kid getting into stuff” business. I am talking sensory seeking full body involvement havoc, here. I am talking a literal curtain climber! Anyone that has been over to our house for any length of time or watched him for a bit will understand this to an extent. It’s seriously 24/7 other than when he sleeps, and he only sleeps when he passes out from absolute exhaustion. I have to keep an eye on him or have him in hearing distance at all times or deal with the consequences.

As I mentioned, I have always been huge on organization, and having a clean and organized home really helps my morale, but I have had to chill on this aspect more than I want or would have ever expected to.

People, I am straight exhausted both mentally and physically basically the majority of the time. But you know what? I’m okay. Do I have some really bad days? Hell yes. Do I have some really good days? Absolutely. I’ve got this. I can truly say that I have more good days than bad.

Shout out to those of you I vent to when I need it.

Shout out to those of you always in our corner.

Shout out to anyone who reads this.

Peace & Love,
– Me

I Would Drive 1000 Miles, and I Would Drive 1000 More

To the Lady in Perkins that will “Always Give her Opinion”

I’ve known this day would come…the day someone, a stranger at that, criticizes and tries to belittle me for the choices I make for my autistic son in a public setting.

It’s hard enough when any child is upset in a public setting. You don’t want the stares and the “looks”. Kids throw fits and tantrums. They can be unknowingly rude. They are messy. Add autism to the picture, and it only intensifies.

BUT

Lady, my son cried for a total of maybe two minutes. He wasn’t throwing a fit. It wasn’t a tantrum. He was hungry, thus the reason we were in a restaurant. He is not even 3-years-old yet. He just worked his tail off at therapy working on the things we all take for granted on a daily basis.

Your attempt to make a scene, all because I chose to seat my child in a highchair to keep him safe, was uncalled for.

Yep, I sure did see those booster seats “right behind me”, but they are not an option right now. My son bolts and wanders. He doesn’t know any better. He is perfectly comfortable and SAFE in a highchair.

Maybe had you used some tact or minded your own business, as your husband was so desperately trying to tell you to do, I wouldn’t be here typing this now.

Let’s be honest, you tried to embarrass me in a moment that was already hard enough. Talking about us loudly enough everyone could hear, and then having the nerve to confront us about it in a rude manner.

At first, you almost won. I got flustered and wanted to get up and leave. But no. I was doing nothing wrong, and either was my son. You, lady, are wrong.

I respect that you had the nerve to say something directly to me, eventually, though I did not appreciate your condescending tone and your extraordinarily rude demeanor.

Every fiber of my being wanted to tell you to “Mind your own f*!#ing business!” But unlike you, lady, I have tact.

I sure feel sorry for your horribly embarassed husband. And guess what? I feel sorry for you, too.

After causing such a scene and my incredibly polite response of “He has autism, and if he sits in a booster seat he will not stay and will wander around.”, which was the only thing I could muster to say, your simple response of “Okay, well I am always going to give my opinion.” I say this to you: you are lucky I kept my “opinion” to myself.

Had you politely asked or suggested maybe he would fair better in a booster seat; cool, I would have appreciated your concern and suggestion and politely explained the situation. But your insistence on making a scene and making sure your presence was known to everyone in the restaurant apparently outweighed your true concern for anyone but yourself.

This isn’t an autism issue, this is a people issue. I ask that the next time you see an obviously flustered person trying to calm their young child that you choose kindness, or better yet, to keep your opinion to yourself! Your “opinion” only made a small anthill of a situation into a mountain.

– AMom’sFaithUnbroken

A Day in the Life

I am not being sarcastic in titling this “A Day in the Life”. This really is THE life. This is the life God knows is perfect for ME. This is MY life. This busy season I am in will not last forever. I sometimes have to remind myself of this…okay, maybe daily, but I really, truly, seriously wouldn’t have my life any other way.

I did have a frustrating and difficult day, and it’s not even over yet. I guess I’m kind of in a venting mood and figure if I blog about it, you get to choose whether you want to read it or not. It’s also a good way for me to look at how I’m managing my time etc. and an opportunity for you to see a little bit of what goes on “behind the scenes”.

8:00 AM – The kids slept in today, but only because bedtime was a bit of a disaster last night. Dad has been sick and was home later than usual this morning. Dad got the kids up and got them breakfast and Gus his allergy medicine. I got to stay in bed a few minutes longer. Hallelujah.

8:20 AM – Ada is at my bedside and wants me out of bed NOW. I try to resist to no avail. Gus wanders in and shuts the window air conditioner off and on a few times. He then gets in my closet and sits down and attempts to pull some clothes down off the hangers. Dad leaves to run some errands.

8:30 AM – I’m dressed and ready for the day. The kids have been up for half an hour now and already have toys spread throughout the living room. That’s the norm around here.

8:30 AM – 9:15 AM – Get some SeneGence (my makeup business) orders ready to mail and deliver. Ada wants to color. Get Ada’s crayons, markers, and coloring books out. She has a constant narrative while she’s coloring and begs me to color with her. I feel bad, but have to get my work done. Gus is trying to take things off of the table and counters no matter how many times I redirect him and tell him not to. He’s running back and forth between Ada’s bedroom and the living room just throwing things around. The norm…

9:15 AM – Dad shows back up with the mail and hands me a big manila envelope from LifeScape in Sioux Falls, SD. I open it up to find lots and lots and lots of paperwork and assessments to fill out. I’m overwhelmed. There is literally a message in this envelope that says “Fill out the forms and assessments enclosed in this packet. We understand completing all of these forms may feel overwhelming. We recommend starting to fill out one assessment/form a day, starting today, and you will be done in less than 1 week.” Did I start today? No. This goes right along with one of my previous blog posts, “Whelmed…A Bit Overly”. The paperwork never ends. NEVER. I also find out in this letter that my son needs another evaluation by a specialist prior to his appointment at LifeScape in Sioux Falls, SD, and that this appointment must take place more than 3 weeks before he is to be seen at LifeScape and if not his appointment at LifeScape will be cancelled and it will be months and months before he will be able to be rescheduled in. Okay…So, I start making some phone calls and leave some messages to try to get this all scheduled and sorted out. Dad leaves for work.

10:00 AM – Time to run errands. I make a list of all of our stops in hopes I won’t forget something. I take my packages to be mailed, my list, and my purse to the car before I even start getting the kids ready.

10:01 – 10:20 AM – Get the kids dressed, hair combed, shoes on, and ready to go. Ada insists on picking a pretty for her hair and has to go through all 50 pieces before deciding on one while I attempt to keep Gus from getting into them. Ada is dressed, her hair is combed, and we put a pretty in her hair. She has a dilemma over which shoes to wear and decides to wear her brother’s sandals. Whatever. As long as she has shoes on. She has about 3 different meltdowns because she wants to put them on herself but they keep falling off. In the meantime, Gus is running wild, literally, screaming and running around the house. That’s kind of his thing. I catch him and get him dressed and his shoes on. Have I mentioned that sometimes dressing him is like wrestling a 30+ pound rolling biting alligator?

10:20 – 10:35 AM – We head to the car. Ada’s shoe (well, Gus’ shoe on Ada’s foot) falls off and we have a meltdown. “Wait for me!” “Me first!” I convince her to calm down and put her shoe back on while I try to help Gus down the stairs. You see, Gus struggles with stairs, and it is something we are working on per his physical therapists’ request. He has a really hard time going down stairs and requires a lot of help. We finally get outside, Gus falls down and on his way up picks up a small rock and puts it in his mouth. Have I mentioned he puts EVERYTHING in his mouth. It’s something we have to be vigilant about constantly. I wrestle him and get the rock out of his mouth. I get him strapped into his car seat. Whew! Now Ada gets in on the other side of the car. I look at Ada and think, “Shoot, we forgot your glasses!” So, I run inside to get her glasses for her. By the time I get back to the car with her glasses, she is in tears and wailing. I ask her what’s wrong and she says she needs “baby”, which is her stuffed animal Goofy that she takes everywhere. I can also smell that Gus needs his diaper changed. I get Gus inside and get his diaper changed and find baby, but I cannot find baby’s blanket that he takes everywhere with him. I think “I hope she doesn’t notice.” Gus and I get back to the car. I buckle him in for the second time. Ada is still in tears and lights up as soon as I hand her baby. I told her baby decided it was too hot for a blanket in the car. She’s okay with that, thankfully. Let’s just hope I can find said blanket for baby before bedtime tonight.

10:35 – 11:00 – First we go through the bank drive-thru. Then we hit the post office. Then I drop something off at work. Then we need to go to the courthouse. There is road construction going on in town, so we finally find a spot right off of a busy street and get out of the car. I unstrap the kids from their car seats, and as I get Gus out he bites me in the hand. Yay! Gus likes to “bolt” as they call it and run off, so someone absolutely has to have his hand at all times or he will literally run and not look back. He still strains and tries to get away, but I keep a tight grip on his hand. Every few steps he decides just to stop and try to sit down. When that doesn’t work, he tries to twist and walk backwards, which makes him lose his balance and stumble. I lift him back up. This happens roughly 5 times just getting to the door of the courthouse from the car. Ada has to be prompted along, as she is interested in the rocks and things painted on the sidewalk and so on. We make it to the courthouse doors and now we’ve got three flights of stairs to go up. Remember what I said about Gus and stairs? Well he’s refusing to even attempt to go up the stairs even while I’m holding his hand, so we give up and I carry him. (Yes, there is an elevator, but it is old and scary and I once saw two of my friends get stuck in it.) Have I mentioned I have terrible back problems? Ada goes up the stairs with constant commentary and narrative being sure to yell loud enough it echoes. We get to the office we need to be in. I was sure to fill out my check before we got there so I wouldn’t have to let go of Gus’ hand to write a check. While waiting for my receipt, Gus is yelling and trying to escape my grip and push buttons on the fax/copy machine. Then he decides to lick the chair in front of the desk we are standing at. Ick! I’m sweating. Now it’s time to head back down the stairs. Ada demands independence and has to crawl down them backwards. I try with Gus for a while, but eventually give up and carry him. Ada has the same yelling and narrative all the way down as she did going up. Okay, Whew! We make it back to the front door of the courthouse. Ada heads out first, and Gus almost gets his hand shut in the door. We play the same try to run away game and sit down several times. Gus manages to wriggle his little hand out of mine and takes a seat in the grass and wants to stay there. I get him back up and on our way. I’m sweating. Ada has to stop and select 6 rocks to take home. I try to talk her out of it. I even try to get stern with her. It’s no good. The rocks come in the car with us. She has so many, that she needs me to hold three of them. She’s getting impatient while I’m trying to get Gus in the car without anyone getting run over.

11:00 – 11:25 AM – I need to put gas in the car. NEED to, as in the low fuel light has been on and it doesn’t even give me a number for miles left on the tank. We get to the gas station, I pump my gas, I go inside to pay. I get back to the car and decide I’ll grab a sandwich from Subway for lunch for myself and find the kids something as well. I go into Subway. By the time I’m back in the car there are tears again from Ada. She is sobbing and yelling. I ask her what’s wrong. “I was trying to hide my rocks and now one is stuck!” The rock is somehow lodged behind Gus’ car seat. She can’t get it out. I can’t get it out. I end up having to unbuckle Gus car seat to get the stupid rock out from behind it. We then head to the other gas station. Ada comes in and we grab some lunch for her and her brother and head to the counter to pay. She chose a Ninja Turtle topped juice for both her and her brother. Hers with a red tie around its eyes and Gus’ with blue. The cashier rings up her juice and hands it back to her. She kisses her juice and says “Oh, thank you. I love it so much!” Okay, that was cute.

11:25 AM – We are home from errands. Nearly an hour to do a few quick tasks, but this is my life and I must now plan accordingly. We get out of the car and all walk inside. I make another trip to the car to grab my purse and our lunch.

11:30 AM – Lunchtime! Mealtimes really, really wear on me. Ada does pretty well, other than that she likes to play with her food at times. Gus on the other hand…It doesn’t matter what he eats or how, I have to sweep and mop when it’s over. He has to be vigorously scrubbed down if not thrown in the tub. This is at every meal, people! No, it’s not his fault at all, but it is trying for me. He has a thing with textures of food and tends to crumble, squish, or tear up anything he eats. He also really likes to throw things on the floor, rub food in his hair, dump his plate on the table and rub his food into the table, and then put his plate on his head. This is every meal, people. EVERY MEAL. Yes, toddlers do this, but he is over 2 and considered a “preschooler” and we aren’t getting anywhere at all with it. Not yet, anyway. Also, when Gus drinks something, when he is done taking a drink, he launches his cup. This includes during mealtimes. So, we are still using sippy cups. We don’t have a choice. He also likes to get a big mouthful of milk, juice, water, whatever, and spit it out down his chest and stomach. Somehow during lunch, Gus gets Ada’s glasses off of her face. Ada gets them back and literally launches them across the table to me and they hit the floor. Thankfully, they didn’t break. After lunch is over, I scrub everyone down and ask them to please go play for a moment while I clean up. Gus gets out of his chair and grabs some food he has thrown on the floor and gets dirty all over again. Ugh…

11:30 AM – 12:00 PM – Lunch cleanup to include the chairs, the table, the floor, etc.

12:00 – 1:30 PM – We play, we run, we make messes, we build, we pretend, we have fun. Messy fun. Fun is almost always messy.

1:00 – 3:00 PM – I request that we have some quiet time. Gus usually takes a nap in the afternoon, but we have pictures today, so no nap. Ada plays a bit, Gus watches some television. Ada climbs all over me in an attempt to stay awake. She hasn’t taken a nap at home in a very long time. We take it easy for a while. During quiet time, I get 3 different phone calls regarding appointments and therapies for Augustus. I spend quite a bit of time on the phone.

3:00 PM – Poor Gus gets upset and cries and cries and cries. I rock him and hold him. This is one of the hard parts of everything. He cannot specifically tell me what’s wrong. I know he’s tired, and that probably has a lot to do with it. Granted, he cannot tell me what’s wrong. It breaks my heart sometimes.

3:30 PM – Grandpa and Grandma show up to help. Grandma gets Ada dressed and does her hair for me. I get Gus dressed. I mentioned before how hard it is to dress this 30+ pound rolling biting alligator. This applies here, too. It was even worse because I had to get socks on him, a button-up dress shirt, and dress shoes. I start the dishwasher as we head out the door.

4:00 PM – Grandpa and Grandma are kind enough to give us all a ride to pictures and also take me somewhere to drop a SeneGence order off. I sit down to fill out the paperwork for pictures while Grandpa tries to keep Gus contained and entertained. Gus wants to tear the building apart. He is trying to crawl under the table and get his hands into and onto anything he can. Grandpa is a trooper and keeps him corralled. Grandma handles Ada. I wish I wasn’t so flustered and sweaty and tired. I wanted to talk to some of the people I saw there getting their pictures taken as well. Sorry, Katie.

4:15 PM – Pictures! Ada does perfect. She sits still. She smiles. She’s good. Augustus is refusing to even sit. He pulls his sisters hair, pulls on her shirt. They eventually have to switch sides because Gus is taller than Ada when they are sitting. Gus is on the table sitting next to his sister and tries to lean forward off of the table. When that doesn’t work, he tries to lean backward. He just refuses to have posture in general for the picture. I’m sure they got something that will be cute, even if my arm is in it. I literally had to hold his full weight up with my forearm to make it appear as if he was sitting for the picture. I’m flustered, but it’s over.

4:15 – 5:00 PM – Grandpa & Grandma graciously take us out to supper. We deal with the drama that is simply walking down the street, the wanting to sit down, bolt, etc. Grandma finally carries Gus. We find a highchair to keep Gus corralled in. Gus falls asleep as soon as the food arrives. We eat and talk and have a good time. Gus gets some zzzz’s.

5:00 PM – Grandpa & Grandma take us home and help everyone into the house. I lay Gus on the couch, but he wakes up crying. I’m not sure why. I attempt to use the restroom in peace. HAHAHA. Ada comes in and takes her hair clip out and says “I don’t want to be pretty anymore!” and throws it on the counter. Then she strips down completely naked and takes off to find a blanket so she can go sit in the living room. Okay…

5:15 PM – I send grandpa and grandma some thank-yous and check in on my sister and niece via text message. I walk into the living room to see Gus has taken a part off of the refrigerator and it is now on the couch. I notice this as he is pulling on the curtains trying to rip them off of the wall. Then he heads to play with the vacuum.

5:45 PM – I decide since the kids are finally seemingly content that I’ll sit down and type up this blog post as a way to just relax and let go. Well…I got it typed, but it took me a long time. Ada was on the potty and had to summon me because Gus was getting into my makeup drawers. Then, Ada needed her butt wiped and Augustus got up onto the table and did something to the computer while I was taking care of said butt wiping. We had a meltdown during butt wiping because she did not want toilet paper, she wanted a wet wipe from Gus’ room. Okay…When I got back to the computer I couldn’t even get it to turn back on for the longest time. Now I have no cursor, and I can’t get it to show back up. Ugh. This was after repeatedly redirecting him from walking up and pushing buttons on the keyboard the entire time. Then Ada decided it was time to color. I took care of that for her. Then Augustus began to cry and whine. Again, he cannot tell me what he wants or needs. Because I know him, it was safe to assume that he was hungry since he fell asleep during our supper outing. This led to Ada deciding she wanted to eat again, too. Then a bit later Augustus decides to chew on some shoes. He is redirected. As I am trying to finish up, he has the piece of the fridge again and is headed to the living room. I head to the living room and he is on the couch jumping up and down and screaming and really enjoying himself. He now has no pants on…He got them off somehow. I see he got a hold of his old Diaper Genie and has thrown that into the hallway. He found a travel pack of baby wipes, too. These are on the entertainment center by the TV.

This may have been the most boring thing in the entire world to read. I understand. If you made it through, awesome! You must really like me.

Please realize none of this is meant to be complaining. It’s just a way of explaining some of the behaviors and things I deal with that are a bit different from you. It’s crazy, it’s wild, but it makes me strong. I have no choice but to be strong. Also, please don’t judge. I don’t need that. Life is hard enough. Also, please don’t judge my use of present and past tense. Yes, this is big. In the past, I would have made sure this post was read and reread and edited and reedited and then edited again. Some things just have to change, as I’m slowly learning. Bear with me all. I need and love you all.

Now, let’s see if I can get this posted without a cursor and Ada attempting to get up on my lap a grip on my forearm yelling my name…

Oh, and there goes the ENTIRE shoe rack to the ground. Loud bang. Shoes everywhere. Guess who? Yep, Augustus. And Ada wants her rain boots on.

Oh, Gus has something in his mouth!!! Ah, it was a cap off of a water bottle.

DVD player is open…he must have been playing with it.

I hope dad makes it home for bedtime. Its not looking promising.

Just a part of a day in the life. 🙂

– AMomsFaitUnbroken

Disclaimer: Times may not be exact – rough estimates. Ha. Also, I’m sure I did not document everything. This is only what my tired mommy brain can come up with as of now.

As I attempt to finish this…Augustus moves a chair at the table and gets onto the table attempting to get Ada’s crayons. He is redirected. He then decides to spin circles and attempt to take the fridge apart again.

Who knows when this will get posted. Haha.

I type over 100 words per minute people. This shouldn’t be taking me this long. Haha. I have to keep my sense of humor!

The diaper is off! Oh no. I get my arm stuck in the Diaper Genie trying to get something out of there that shouldn’t be in there. Owey!