Gotta Teach That Kid to Whisper

We went to a wedding today.  the first one we’ve been to in a looooooong time.  I guess all out friends got married around the same time, and now we are seeing the next generation have at it, or maybe it’s just that we don’t have a lot of young singles in our church.

Anyway, we all got dressed up this morning and that in itself was a hoot seeing as most of what we own is bought at Superstore from the Joe collection for under $5…gotta love those cheap t-shirts.

 The bride and groom looked like babies, beautiful, lovely young babies, but babies none the less, made me feel terribly old with my 4 kids and all dressed up so “Mom” like….

They ceremony was nice too, not too short and lot too long, but try keeping a 9 month old quiet and also one little wriggly 7 year old still and quiet…it’s a recipe for a disaster.

We were most of the way through the ceremony and this couple had decided that the first act they would do as a couple was to wash each other’s feet as a sign of respect and love.

It’s not my cup of tea, but that has a lot to do with the fact that I CAN’T STAND FEET!

Baby feet are okay,and my kids feet (once they’ve been washed, I mean REALLY washed) are okay, sometimes, but most of the time – I have a foot aversion that starts somewhere about the time that baby’s turn into small children, and the feet get dirty and stinky and just plain yucky.

Well, who knew that you could pass a foot aversion on to your children, because as the bride knelt in a loving act of respect towards her new husband and gently while gazing adoringly into his eyes removes his shoe and sock from his right foot………Jeremy rather loudly whispers, “She’s touching his foot……THAT IS SO DISGUSTING.

This was said loud enough that the grooms brother who happened to be sitting across the aisle from us and 3 rows back…..busts a gut stifleing his laughter…he is doing the whole “lips pressed together, red faced, shoulder jiggling, clutching his sides, trying to hold himself together” thing.

It was awesome….that’s my boy.  Of course, we looked at him and told him to not be rude and to try to whisper a little quiter, but truth be told, I was thinking the same thing, and trying to imagine myself doing that to Jon and well……I just couldn’t go there…..FEET!  Yuck!

Oneupmanship

Exhibit A

He is just so cute…and trying so hard….see the arms, as if he could somehow hold up the hula hoop by sheer will power alone….and the arch in the back…’cause you know…that the problem…it has ABSOLUTELY nothing to do with the dollar store hula hoop. Nope! Nothing at all.

And now, because the older sister can ALWAYS do something better than anyone else in the world….

Exhibt B

She is SOOOOO tall and skinny….it’s hard to believe that’s the same person who as a baby had a SERIOUSLY HUGE bum…like GINORMOUS…..enough so that many, MANY people commented on it….and now…..SO THIN! Do you see the short hair too….she got a haircut for her Birthday with her Nana! How fun is that. Only problem is now she looks sooooooo much older.

Green Smoothies, Poop and Blood….that just about covers it all

So, here is part of my breakfast this morning…

Green Smoothie
Yummy looking ain’t it?  Actually it was delicious.  It’s Peaches, Banana, and Spinach and just for fun, I threw in some Calcium powder. 

It really is quite green……see…..

Green
And, can you see my baby standing at the gate in the background….YUP…standing.  Can you believe it?  He pulled himself up there all by himself…he’s growing up too fast.  it happens doesn’t it.

Anyway, I read about smoothies, especially green smoothies over here, and she got it from over here. 

I’d also like to show you our latest treat/cookie/yummy goodness also via here from here

May I present you with what we lovingly refer to as Gorilla Poop.

Gorilla Poop
It’s soooooo delicious.  Tastes like chocolate….like beautiful yummy dark chocolate.  MMMMmmmmm Good!

You can get the recipe at either of the links up there, but just to note, that I added the sesame seeds and flax seeds all by myself….’cause I’m all creative like that.  Adds extra crunch (and fiber).

Also,

Today I will be giving blood for the first time in WAY TOO LONG.  It must be since before I got pregnant with Nathaniel back in July 2004, and then with the almost constant getting pregnant and then getting un-pregnant and just not wanting to “give” anything but only reveling in my misery, I didn’t give blood once, even though I’m sure there was at least one opportunity to do so in there some where.

So, When Canadian Blood Services called to book my appt I said, “Sign me up, Baby!

So, today at 2:05pm, I’m headed in to see if they’ll let me do my part to give back.  I really don’t think I’m anemic, and I’m healthy, so it should just be business as usual. 

I did an excellent job of doing nothing yesterday and I’m proud of myself for it.  Things get a little bit busier for this week, starting with today, but hopefully nothing that I can’t handle.

See, I’m wanting to pare back and just “do life” at a slower pace.  I don’t want to be so busy that I’m too tired for the things that are important to me.

So, I’ve already been thinking of the things that are important, but I’m going to be writing down some of the things that are really important to me and working towards those things.  I know that it means letting go of some of the things that are “cluttering” up my life…not even in a bad way.  Lots of the things I’m doing are good things, but they are not helping me to accomplish the things that I find “MOST IMPORTANT”, and at the end of it all I don’t want to look back and think, “Man, I did sort of a little bit of a lot of good things, but I was so tired and I never really did a “great” job of the things that I really wanted to” and so I’m re-prioritizing.

I’ll keep you updated on that list.

How about you?  What things are really important to you?  Do you have “stuff” cluttering up your life?  Unnecessary stuff that you could let slide in order to really and truly focus on the things that you want to focus on????  Want to do a list – your list – with me?

I’ll leave you with one of my most important things…..Jeremy.

Here he is talking to Jon about the airport and going on the plane and can you hear the inflection in his voice?….too cute.  Does he has a future in Television????  I obviously don’t have a future in video recording….it’s a little dark, but it’s just so darn cute….

Leeeeeeeeeeaaaaaving……on a jet plane….

….except I do know when I’ll be back again.

I’m headed up to Prince George to hang out with my friend’s dog…..well, and her chickens…..are they even still alive, darling?

 She is my dearest and longest friend and we’re more like family than friends.  Well, her darling husband is down here working very close to where I live….when opportunity knocks you gotta answer…..and she is back at home working a full time job (in a stressful working environment) with 5, yes you read that right FIVE children.  She has her 4 girls and one 10 year old boy (exchange student), and well, she never complained to me, but something in one of her recent e-mails to me had me wanting to go and love on her a little, and if I’ve worked this out right – I belive that her hubbie is headed back up there to see her in the days just after I leave, and how cool would that be for him to come home and for her to not be stressed out.

I can’t imagine how she’s coping with everything. 

So, I leave tomorrow and I’m taking the two boys with me.  Yup, me and JJ and ‘Siah are headed out on a plane….I got wicked cheap seats (YAH Westjet ROCKS!) and we’re gone for a week, but dont you be worrying none.  I’m hoping and aiming to post every day that I’m gone. ‘Cause I gotta blather on about Jeremy’s first plane ride (did I mention how excited he is to be going on a plane – he came into the baby’s room this morning where I was standing in my bra and underwear (I know you needed that detail….wait, you’ll understand in a minute) and changing the baby’s diaper, and he walks up to me and hugs me so tight and says in a whisper “Only one more sleep, Mom.  Only one more sleep, and then she snuggled in even closer and whispered again…..mmmmm you’re so warm…)  Ahhhhhhhhh, he’s so sweet…..

Okay, and now that I’ve given you all way too  much of a mental picture of me this morning, shall we talk about sweet hot monkey loving….no…..you’re not really into that right now???….I’m not either, but I’m really trying to distract you…is it working?

Moving on…..It’s…ummmmm…..10pm here, and I’m not packed AT ALL, and I’m feeling a little bit panicky about it, but we’re leaving our house at 11am tomorrow, and i figure that while I’m being all spontaneous I might as well just go full throttle and just throw some stuff in a bag and hope for the best when I get there. (Me planning a plane trip with two kids with one weeks notice is terrible spontaneous, if you don’t know that about me, then you dont’ know me at all…..Typically I’d plan for 3 or more months for something like this…so this is ALL NEW TERRITORY for me.)

And so in the spirit of honesty, NO, I’m not packed, but I’ve been thinking about stuff that I need to take and while that’s not exactly the same as doing it, It’s not quite the same as flying by the seat of my pants……but, i really should get busy, ’cause speaking of monkeys…..Jon’s calling me.

Talk to you next from the wild snowy wasteland of Prince George.

A More Well Rounded View of the Truth

Jeremy is an amazing child and I only wish that others could see past some of the outward stuff and really grab a hold of the beauty that’s inside of this precious, gentle, creative, compassionate little man.

So this is how I ended my last post, and while it’s true – I don’t think that it acurrately portrays the reality that is Jeremy.

I love this little boy with an almost desperate fierceness and I want to raise him to be an amazing man with his own unique gifts and talents.  I don’t want to take the “things” that make him special and make him conform and change into what is “normal” or “accepted”. 

He’s been created the way he is for a reason and he has a purpose and a calling on his life and I want to empower him to be ALL that he can be.

I think that in order to talk better about this I have to be able to actually say that I think my son has ADHD.  We have an appointment with our family Dr. who will refer us to a pediatrician who will assess Jeremy and then give us an “official diagnosis”.  Honestly, I really don’t want an official diagnosis….kids with  ADD and ADHD have gotten such a bad rap in the past and while the tides seem to be slowly turing to reognize that this is actually a learning disorder and not just kids behaving badly – there are so many uninformed people who still think that if you just disciplined more that then “these kids” wouldn’t be so much trouble.

I read recently a discription that said that if you imagined a bridge going from one side of our brain to the other…..in a person who doesn’t have ADD or ADHD the bridge is free and clear from clutter and the information can easily travel back and forth between the two sides.  In a person with ADD or ADHD, imagine that there are all sorts of obstacles on the bridge and in places there are pieces of the bridge deck missing….so the information going from one side of the brain to the other is bounced around and in some places even drops through and falls away entirely.

This is not something that a person with ADD or ADHD can just “control”.  As they get older, they might come up with strategy’s to deal with different areas that they struggle with, but another obstacle that they deal with is that most of their life is spent living in the “NOW” and that means that whatever is not happening “NOW” is usually lost or forgotten.  Not that there wasn’t good intention of planning or dealing with things, and they aren’t lying or being deceitful – they really did plan on doing whatever is was at that moment, but then something else came up “NOW” and it took over and replaced whatever was there before.

There is so much more to it than what I’ve just written, but quite literally the sheer volume of information out there is overwhelming especially when you are really not wanting to admit that this “negative” label might (and most probably does) apply to your child.

It’s amazing how you can think one way and then when that “thing” becomes your reality that you have to change your views on it.

I was one of thise people who thought that if you only disciplined you child a bit better that this “behaviour problem” could be “dealt with”.  I was so foolish and naive and uncaring and unconsiderate.

I do discipline Jeremy, and unfortunately because he does live in the “NOW” moments he needs a TON of reminders and honestly, when you’ve reminded someone for the umpteenth million time for years in a row to not bang on the floor when they walk because it make a alot of noise for the people downstairs and they still aren’t “getting”it…..and it’s not that they aren’t getting it because when you remind them they tip toe and go “oh yah” but when it’s the umpteeth million and fourth time it takes a HERCULEAN effort to not flip out and yell.  The problem is that Jeremy has such a sensitive little soul that any yelling and he absolutely shuts down and NOTHING that you are saying gets through.  That is very frustrating…….VERY!

See, the quote at the top is a bit misleading.  I’m not saying that it’s all puppy dogs and roses.   Dealing with Jeremy is a lot of work.  It’s hard.  It’s difficult.  It’s filled with a lot of guilt and shame.  Could I have done something diffent?  Is it my fault?  Should I have disciplined him more?  Do other’s think badly of me beacuse of how he’s acting?  Do other’s think badly of him beause of how he’s acting?   I could go on and on and on and on……

The bottom line is that yes, I could have done somethings different.  Maybe I have added to the situation somehow.  Maybe I could have disciplined him differently or more consistantly or maybe there was some thing that I didn’t know that could have helped both him and us.  Yes, Others (not all but some) do think badly of us and of him for how’s he’s acting…..I can’t change that.  I can only go forward from here.

I think that it is so SO sad that others judge and misjudge Jeremy.  I can’t change that.  I can try to explain, but both he and I have to live with where he’s at and not get caught up in what others think.  I want to be respectful of others and their “comfort” but I can’t change how they see us.

There is a gentle, creative side of Jeremy that I want to grow and preserve, all the while helping him to be all that he can be….helping him to reach his full potential.

This is a tough road…it has been a rough journey at times over the past 7+ years.  A journey filled with love and joy and guilt and heartbreak, of laughter and tears and energy, oh so much energy – both used (by him) and given (by us); but the treasure of who Jeremy is  – in spite of his struggles or maybe as a result of – i don’t know) keeps us moving forward.

There is a whole ‘nuther side of us “dealing” with all this as far as diet and chiropractic and natural medicine and I’ll talk about that later.  Like I said earlier, we are also going to see about getting him labelled and I struggle with that, but there can be some advantages to everyone “knowing” what we are up against and being able to discuss strategies to aid and enable him moving forward.  We will always come up against insensitive people and how we choose to act or re-act is up to us.  I will be my son’s advocate and it’s not my job to make everyone like or understand him, but it is my job to help him grow into the man he will become, and whatever that takes….we will do.

This is hard….oh so hard, but Jeremy is a sweet, special, creative and unbelievably energetic kid and it takes a special kind of grace to see through the struggles to the treasure inside.  I don’t expect that everyone has to do that, but your life will be so much better if you can do that.

Finding it Difficult in so many ways and on so many levels, but not wanting to talk about it…..so much

edited to add…..get a coffee….it’s a long one…… 

I’ve said that I’d talk about what we found out at the Naturopath in regards to both Jeremy and Josiah, and yet I’ve still not talked about it.

I find that talking about our struggles with Jeremy is so difficult that I think that in some small or large part of my brain I figure that if I don’t talk about it then it’s not really there.  Denial is a powerful, POWERFUL weapon (of self-destruction).

Josiah is doing better, I think. 

Okay, starting all of this off….I’m seeing my sister’s naturopath because my naturopath had to take some time off for a family emergency.  The two Drs are practice partners and so it’s not a big deal to see one or the other as it’s in the same place and they have very similar and complimentary practise styles.

So, we met for a HUGE appointment because all four kids needed a follow up appt for different reasons.  The girls needed a wrap up appointment because I took them through the “process” of food intolerance testing and such just so that they would be healthy.  I do think that they have some struggles, but that they’re doing well.  I’ll talk more aout that in a moment.  They are basically healthy kids and we are just on what we’d call “maintenance” – no wheat, dairy, sugar or yeast on a regular basis, but I don’t stress if they go to a birtday party or somewhere else where they might cheat a little……if they “can” eat healthy then make good choices, but for a special occasion (as long as those “occasions” don’t happen every day or even a couple of times a week) it doesn’t matter.

Josiah is doing much better.  I’m still avoiding dairy like it’s the plague.  Soy seems to really bother him, and so do tomatoes.  I had chili the night that we went to the naturopath and he barfed ALL EVENING, and then ended up with a flare up of eczema.  So, I’m avoiding Dairy, Soy, Tomatoes, Wheat and Yeast. 

I thought the Dairy was brutal, but soy is even worse…..pretty much anything that doesn’t have dairy in it – has soy in it…..so I’m eating lettuce as it seems pretty safe.  Nice, eh?  It’s not that bad, but to say my diet is limiting is an understatement. 

I am willing to do anything, though, to be able to nurse.  I won’t force him to nurse when he’s ready, but I wanted to have this “time” with my baby for a long time and I’m happy to be able to do it even if it means working around things to make it work for Josiah.

I am struggling with all the food intolerances and the eczema and gastro-intestinal issues that we’ve dealt with for the past 6 months.  I basically thought that parents “made up” their kids food intolerances and thought that they were all a bunch of over exaggerators and that they were blowing things WAY OUTTA proportion.  Now, I am one of them and being on this end of it SUCKS!  I’m hoping that it’s all just intolerances and that ‘Siah will outgrow everything as he gets older and bigger and stronger.

He’s on some supplements to heal his intestinal tract and I think it’s working.  His poos are AMAZING….like liquid gold.  I almost don’t feel like I have to be inspecting EVERY. SINGLE. POOP. to be looking for blood.  It was hell to be waiting with a twisted gut for your kid to poo and hoping that this time you wouldn’t see blood, and then feeling like you’d been punched in the gut when you did see blood and hoping that this would be the last time and feeling helpless and not knowing what to do or what was causing it.

There is also some material out there that says that Dairy is a big culprit for causing eczema and other material that says that eczema is a surface level reaction to intestinal issues and tha tif you get your guts healed up then the eczema will clear up.  I’ve read about eczema coming on after you’ve had a vaccination and also about detergent allergy and how there is detergant in EVERYTHING now a days and that if you can get your home to be a detergant free zone that your kids will be able to get healthy and then when they come in contact with detergant outsome the home, they will better be able to deal with it.  Someone else told me that if you wash the eczema with saline that it will get better.  i’m willing to try just about everything, but the thing that bothered me the most was my family doctor just telling me to get some hydocortisone and use it….I’d have to use it every day and I have an issue with just treating the symptom and not the root or underlying cause.

The eczema is clearing up since we’ve been on the supplements for 2 weeks now.  I have a follow up appt and i want to know if this is something that can be healed forever or if we’re just in a preventative stage forever.

He still scratches and has little cuts and nicks in his head ALL OVER THE PLACE.  It looks awful, but it’s not rashed up.  i’m not sure if it is actually itchy or if it’s a habit.  I know that he will start scratching horribly when he is tired.  So, habit or itch – I do not know.  Bottom line is….

I think that Josish is doing WAAAAAAY better than he ever has, and this is a good thing.

I’m not going to talk aout Jeremy today.  I think that this has gone on long enough, and I think that I want a little more time to think about how I want to say what I’m feeling and thinking about the most wonderful little boy ever.

Jeremy is an amazing child and I only wish that others could see past some of the outward stuff and really grab a hold of the beauty that’s inside of this precious, gentle, creative, compassionate little man.

I’m Ford Tough

Jeremy stayed with my sister and brother in law a few weekends ago.  This is his version of their horseback adventure .  He actually did go on a real horse and really did get thrown. 

 

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Today, I was riding a horse. In the morning and I bonked the horse. The horse bonked me down. Before it bonked me down, we were having lots of fun. Me and Uncle Denver. The horse was light brown and maaybey 10 maybe 20 inches big. We fed the horse a carrot. The horse was on Uncle Denver’s Dad’s farm. The horse lived in the artic. Cause it’s ear got frozen then it popped right off. I helped Uncle Denver put a saddle on the horse. We rode in the field. I was behind Uncle Denver on the horse. just behind the saddle. I was holding Uncle Denver. I was a real cowboy, because I was riding a horse. and I got bucked off, just like Uncle Denver and Uncle Tim. When I got bucked off I landed in the mud. I was crying. Uncle Denver said get on to the horse and we’ll bring you back. I wanted to get back on because it was fun, not the falling, the riding. We did one trick. The trick we did. WE did, we ran around really fast, uncle Denver tied it really fast we ran around in circles and then it jumped thhe pole and then we got bucked off. Then that was it. We got in the truck. And I still have my muscles, cause I’m tough. I’m Ford tough.

I’m not Alone

While I was in Toronto last week, Jon’s laptop had a minor mishap….it…um…died!  Badly!  Like gone, never to be salvaged……it was…..um…..a pretty crappy situation.

I got a text on Thursday night that said that he thought his computer had died, and when I finally got the message on Friday morning and called him at 6:30am his time……hee hee hee…..he was freaked and seriously stressed.  That stressed me out, and we had ourselves a serious stressed out time together, but 3 hours apart from each oother on opposite ends of Canada (almost).

He basically didn’t sleep for the next couple of days as he tried to retrieve the lost data…..it didn’t happen….and ended up getting himslef an unbelievably sweet Mac.  The 24 inch iMac.  It’s unreal and I’m trying hard to not covet it.  It’s that delicious.  I have no functional use for it, but it’s HUGE and fast and has a partitioned hard drive so you can run both Windows and Macs OS X (Leopard).  I really have no idea what I’m saying, but it’s HUGE and OH SO PRETTY!

That’s all a bunch of useless info….well, it’s not, but it’s not terribly necessary to tell the story that I’m about to tell.

Jon went into Vancouver to pick up this “thing of beauty” and my grandparents came over in case Jon wasn’t home by the time the kids walked home from school.  He wasn’t, and so it was good they were here.  I have the best grandparents……they are MY grandparents…not my kids grandparents….doesn’t that make them even more amazing……’cause you know they are older than dirt….Ha Ha Ha!  Just Kidding Grandma.  I love ya – just had to tease you.  They are actually really young Great-Grandparents to over…I dunno…..like a million great grandchildren.  Apparently we really take that whole “be fruitful and multipy” thing seriously, eh?

 Anyway, WAAAAAAAAAAY off topic here……….

Apparently, the girls took a looooooooong time getting ready after school and so Jeremy came home by himself.

Grandma asked where the girls were, and he replied that they were still at school.  So she asked if he had walked home alone.  He replied very simply……No, I was not alone!

She had a look to see if anyone had walked home with him and could see no one.  So she asked him who had walked home with him. 

His reply………GOD!

That’s not exactly what I was thinking when I said don’t walk home alone, but cute Jeremy, very cute!

This is the “Normal Way”, isn’t it?

Jeremy has a bit of the dramatic in him….I can’t imagine where he got that from, at all.

It’s all because of Jon, he was suach a drama queen growing up, and of course I had such an  even disposition, and never dramatized ANYTHING…….EVER!

Well, if you watch just the beginning of this first video, you’ll think that we are killing our son….so if you’re going to click on this video, you have to promise to watch it past 1:28…that’s when Jeremy stops screaming instantly……like Screamfest 2007 one second, and nothing the next……..this is how all kids lose their teeth, isn’t it?  Don’t most mom’s love to pull their kids teeth out?  I think that I’m a little too late pulling his teeth out actually, because he is morphing into Shark boy.  He has the tooth tht should be in that spot, growing in behind…like a shark with a second row of teeth…Sucks!  He’ll need braces for sure – I hate that!

Now, this next video is the middle phase where he’s checking himself out in our hall mirror.  No. he doesn’t want plyers – he wants my tweezers….’cause those’ll work really well, son…..if you look in the background, you get to hear Xandra reading her shirt out loud to herself in the mirror, and explaining that Jeremy “wants those things that mom pokes her stuff out”……thanks Xan!

And here in this final video, the tooth actually comes out.  Jeremy gives me the go ahead to use my” claws” on him, and “pop”  it’s all done in a bloody gory mess.  If you didn’t watch either of the previous videos – watch this one….it’s cute in a yucky kind of way.

He’s so proud that he’s finally lost his first tooth the normal way – as opposed to having the dental surgeon remove one……..’cause this is definately “normal” ain’t it?

PS: While this may not be a big deal to you, this is his first tooth that he’s lost (outside of an operating room), and he turns 7 on Friday… which is a bit late.

Dinosaur Hunter – Nov 24th

I woke up on Saturday morning, and crawled out of bed, and dragged myself out to the kitchen.

Jon was making pancakes with the girls, and Jeremy was busy….

He had found a loney little piece of play-doh.  I thought I had thrown them all out, but apparently I missed one small cannister.  He is an amazingly creative person, and I marvel at some of the creations he comes up with, and that he can translate those ideas out into “creashuns.”

He had molded a dinosaur out of the play-doh, and was a pretty good replica, and I’m not just sayin’ that ’cause I”m his mom….see for yourself.

So, whatcha think?

Okay, on the with story…..he has this little dinosaur on the table and asks for the camera, and starts taking pictures.  That’s okay… I love digital, if they are blurry or if they suck or even if I just don’t like them – DELETE! 

Digital ROCKS!

Anyway, he takes a few shots, and then starts slamming the camera around and growling and  I’m like, “What the crap is he doing?“  Jon shushes me and starts killing himself laughing as silently as possible.  Jeremy has created a film off…..well, I’ll just show you.  Enjoy, ’cause we sure did.