Tuesday, February 9, 2016

What I Call A Party

Hod had his birthday on Sunday.  He is currently really into the British comedy Miranda.  It is a hoot.  Seriously, I love it.  Miranda Hart is a fun lady.

Anyway, he wanted to have a Miranda party.  I spent a lot of time looking around for ideas on the internet, and apparently there aren't nearly enough people who are as obsessed as Hod.  Seriously, I could only find one party and no offence to them, but they were lame.

Luckily Hod had a few ideas, and his ideas got my mind going.  I found some fun screen shots, put them around the house, and we had a party!

We started with dinner of spaghetti and meatballs.  There is a short 10 second clip in the show of Miranda having an eating contest with her best friend.  They are racing to eat spaghetti and meatball with chop sticks.  YUM!  Hod has skills, I have no skills, but one of our friends gave him a run for his money, and it was fun to watch them.  After we had a winner I switched to a fork.  I have a severe lack of chop sticks skills.

Next we took a little break and watched a few episodes of the show.  Following, we got our craft skills on and made some fruit friends and vegta-palls.  At one point Miranda is feeling alone and friendless, so she makes friends out of various fruits and vegetables.  So of course we did it too!

Our final event of the night was a "biscuit blizzard!"  This activity consists of putting small pieces of cookies on the table, and using a blow dryer to try and get them in your mouth.  It is harder than it looks!  The girls thought it was the coolest thing ever.

Our night was small and simple, but we loved it.

Here are some of the screen shots I put around the house.

Exercise is the worst.:

what i call a meme | Tumblr:

The Best of Miranda: Favourite Episodes Plus Added Treats - Such Fun!: Amazon.co.uk: Miranda Hart: Books. (Follow the link - there are SIX preview images):

BBC's "Miranda"- this woman is one of my absolute favourites!:

I put this next one on the book case.
nuff said:

Along with birthday cake, we also had donuts.
Miranda <3:

By our biscuit blizzard station. (Only we are Muggles, so it didn't move.)
biscuit blizzard!

By the birthday cake.
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It really was a fun night.  Happy Birthday Hod!

Thursday, January 28, 2016

Invisible Needs

This picture has almost nothing to do with this post.  It is just one of my favorite pictures of #1.

I don't actually think people read this blog anymore.  That is fine.  I just need a space to express some feelings.

#1 has Sensory Processing Disorder.  She was diagnosed in the state of Oklahoma, and she was considered special needs.

We have moved to another state and here she isn't considered special needs.

But she is still the same kid.  She still has the same struggles.  And I work with her on things every day.  It is a constant effort to try to get her to function well with her surroundings.

I have a few friends with visibly special needs kids.  I have heard them talk about how hard it is when their kids don't make friends or when they are left out.   Occasionally they will have people who make a special effort to reach out, but most often they are just left out.  Hearing this has always made me sad and we try hard to include other children.

I have a child with invisible special needs.  The most common things I am told when I tell adults about my kid are, "She is just fine."  "She acts like other kids her age"  "It is just a behavior problem and she just needs a little discipline."

She does struggle with behavior.  She is often like the other kids her age.  She is often just fine.  But if you really watch, she is a little bit different.  Adults don't really notice unless she is having a meltdown.  But kids notice.  And they don't like it.

For a while now I have noticed that she has struggles in social situations.  When struggles start then she tends to whine a lot.  Then other kids start to avoid her.  But she didn't notice this was happening.  We have been working really hard on not whining.  She doesn't always remember though.

Last week she was sad because some of her friends didn't want to play with her.  We had a long talk about whining and I told her that they didn't want to play with her because she whined.  We have been working SO hard at staying calm and being happy with friends.  She is finally starting to improve.

Along with all of this, she is pretty head strong.  She doesn't like to be bossed around.  There are 2 little girls that we play with sometimes and #1 thinks they are SO great! These girls are both in situations where they don't have to share.  One is the youngest child, so her siblings are at school all day, thus she has free reign over her toys.  The other is the only girl in her family, so she is used to not having to share any of the girly toys.  She also mothers her little brother and bosses him around.  He plays along.  I have watched these girls look at #1 and run away from her.  If they don't do that then they are bossing her around and then are unkind when she doesn't do what they want.

Today we were in a social situation and #1 kept playing with the lights.  Every time she would turn off the lights these other girls would run over to turn them back on.  I told #1 she needed to stop or we would have to go home.  She didn't stop so we left.  She cried the entire way home.  Once we got home and she calmed down a bit we had a talk.  She asked me why the other girls didn't want to play with her.  She told me that she turned off the lights because then the other girls would come over and turn them back on.  She thought they were finally playing.

Today, I held my special needs child and cried with her as we both felt sad.  #1 is "typical" enough that she knows when people aren't being nice to her.  She is special needs enough to not know how to handle situations.  (And she is only 4)  She looks normal enough that parents don't encourage the extra kindness often given to children with visible needs.

Her perfect world was shattered today.  She now knows that she is different.  And her heart is broken.

As a mom, my heart is broken too.