Halloween and Parent Teacher Conferences

November is here.  It's a bit hard to believe.  This year has been odd in that there are some points where it has gone by in a blink, and others where it seemed to drag slower than a tortoise in molasses.  And yet here we are.  Halloween is done, most of the trees are bare, Thanksgiving is coming, and not too far behind that is Christmas.  It's going to get quite busy here very soon.  Lyric is already beyond excited for Christmas.

Halloween was fun and exhausting.  I actually had to practice trick or treating for weeks leading up to it, because Lyric understood what was going to happen this year and was so excited for it to happen.  Then when the day finally came and she was able to actually get her candy, she was slow to start.  Then once she got into the swing of it, she didn't want to stop.  At one point, she actually came back to the house, dumped her bucket and then said "One more?" as she walked to the door.  It's hard to say no to something so adorable, so we ended up going to 4 more houses before we called it a night.  She said "Trick or treat" and "Thank you" at every house we stopped at.  Her trick or treat actually sounded like it should, unlike the "Poo poo pee" we had going on for a few weeks.  There were also a few instances where she told some kids that were running and being somewhat on the raucous side to "Be careful!"  Overall I think she really enjoyed it, and I am a little surprised that she didn't wake up the next day and ask to go trick or treating again.  She hasn't really touched her candy, which I suppose should make me grateful for her picky eating - but it's not doing much good for my waistline.

Last night I attended the first of what I am sure will be many parent teacher conferences.  I left feeling really good about where we are at in terms of development and skills.  Her teacher actually said that she is a little math whiz, and that when it comes to numbers and shapes she blows all of the other kids out of the water.  She gave me a sheet of preschool skills that they expect her to meet, and she had met all of them except being able to identify purple, pink, yellow, and gray.  She is apparently an "adorable doll" and a joy to have in class, which makes me happy to hear (especially considering how inattentive she is with dance).  Her speech therapist said that she's doing really well, and constantly surprising her with words and phrases that she knows.  I have a small glimmer of hope that maybe - just maybe - she will be caught up to the level that she should be at the end of this school year.  Her teacher says that she hopes to work towards a goal of transitioning her into a regular preschool, with speech services being separate, starting next school year.  Whether or not that happens, it is nice to know that she is doing so well.  And apparently she has a reputation for the outfits that she wears.  Everyone loves them, and even other parents dropping off kids think that her clothes are just adorable.  Her teachers couldn't believe that most of it was thrift store clothes!  Apparently between the two of us, Travis and I have quite the fashion sense.

Here's hoping the positive reviews continue to pour in!

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A PSA for New and Soon to Be New Moms

This isn't related to Lyric and her progress, which I will update about once Halloween is done and I can post pictures.  It is, however, directly related to her - and it's something I feel like I need to share.

I have a lot of friends who are either thinking about, or going to become moms for the first time very soon.  It's exciting for me, because I like having mom friends to talk with, and I like to help people the way that they helped us when we were expecting Lyric.  It's also a little scary, because becoming a parent is full of uncertainty and worry that can't be described.

Some of these friends are in a stage of pregnancy where they are feeling miserable.  Either they are sick, and tired all the time – or they are at a point where everything is uncomfortable, breathing seems impossible, and they can’t wait to evict their new addition.  Some post about it on Facebook, and inevitably people chime in with the same comments:

“It will all be worth it when you see your baby for the first time.”

Or

“You’ll be so in love when you first see your baby that all of this won’t matter!”

Or

“Sleepless nights won’t matter when you have your baby to snuggle.”

Maybe it was like that for these people, but it wasn’t like that for me.  I don’t talk about it much, because at this point it’s just a minor blip on the radar that is our life with Lyric, but when she was first born I didn’t feel any of what these people say.  I didn’t feel that immediate rush of love.  I didn’t feel that overwhelming special bond.  I just didn’t feel anything.  The best way I can describe it is that inner thought of “That’s it?”  I could take it or leave it.  I loved her, yes.  But I also felt like I was broken, because I didn’t feel that immediate overpowering sense of love that is apparently what occurs when you’re a mom.  I didn’t feel any of it during pregnancy, either.  I didn’t have that feeling of wonder about the life inside of me.  It was just another part of my day. 

Looking back now, I realize that it was likely some form of Post-Partum Depression.  And it really is true that people just don’t talk about it.  Having a baby is supposed to be this awesome, happy time, right?  So moms who don’t have that feeling are left wondering if maybe they weren’t meant to be a mother in the first place, if they’re not fitting in to the cookie cutter description of what a new mom is SUPPOSED to feel. 

Obviously now it’s very different.  I have that bond, and that feeling of being willing to die for that tiny ball of sassy person that Lyric has become.  But it took a while for that to develop.  So to all of the ladies out there who are going to be a mom for the first time – don’t worry if you don’t feel like everyone is telling you you’re going to feel when your child is born.  There is nothing wrong with it.  Much like it takes time to develop feelings for a significant other, sometimes it takes time to develop that relationship with your child.  And that’s okay.  You’re not broken.  Just human.

The Sickness and Other Things

This month has actually been pretty busy activity wise for all of us.  Travis has been running an open mic for a local pub, and he's played a few shows.  We went to Boo in the Zoo with my dad, step mom, step sister, and Lyric's cousins.  Lyric earned herself private dance lessons because she's still pretty much in her own world when we go there.  Then she got the flu, which threw everything off of it's rails. 

The dance lessons are a new development that I am beyond grateful for.  She just wasn't "getting" the routine in the group classes.  Since it's not a class where they are rehearsing for a recital, moving her lessons to a private setting made sense.  We no longer have to worry about all the other mom's standing at the window, watching and distracting her.  She doesn't have other kids that she can make her partner in crime.  It's just her and Miss Kailen for a half an hour before the time that her class used to be.  I think it's going to take some work still to get her to really be able to focus.  I think the secret is going to end up being figuring out a way to make it so that she is constantly moving, which satisfies her sensory needs, while still teaching her the fundamentals of dancing.  I'm not really sure how that can be accomplished, so I plan on looking some things up to see if maybe I can find something that might work.  I cringe every time I hear her name called when we are there, so I can only imagine the frustration for the actual teacher.  Hopefully we will be able to come up with some kind of collaborative solution.  Lyric gets so excited about going to dance, so I really want it to be a successful thing for her, SPD be damned.

We went to Boo in the Zoo at our local zoo last weekend, and it was a lot of fun.  A lot of walking, but also a lot of fun.  Lyric was excited about it all week and kept talking about "Grandpa and candy!  Grandpa and candy!"  We probably could have stayed at the otter exhibit the entire time, because all of the kids were absolutely enamored with them, but there was a lot to see.  She got to play with and pet goats.  She called the donkeys "Eeyore."  She was super excited to see the chickens for who knows what reason.  She got to ride a "choo choo," too, which is basically the one thing she looked forward to the whole time.  While we were there, we found she knew how to say tiger, goat, chicken, Eeyore, monkey, turtle, froggy, bird, rabbit, kitty, doggie, penguin, and ducky.  Some of those she has been able to say for a long time, but some are fairly new.  She also did the straw maze 3 times.  The first time she went the wrong way pretty much every chance there was, but when she found her way out she was so happy - and frustrated.  Because as soon as she left the maze the first time, she went right back into it at the entrance to take what she now knew was the right path.  By the end of the zoo you could tell she was exhausted.  She fell asleep on the car ride home, and took a nap as soon as we got in the door.

Then she woke up with a fever of 104.  I wasn't sure if it was a fluke or not, but I gave her some Motrin anyway.  That night she threw up twice during the night, and had an extremely high fever, so I knew it wasn't a fluke.  I wound up staying home from work on Monday because I had been up with her all night, and took her in to the doctor.  He diagnosed it as stomach flu, and warned that she would probably keep throwing up in one way or another, so I got some Powerade to have her drink to stay hydrated.  She literally spent Monday through Thursday in bed all day.  Around Wednesday we decided that she had the flu, not a stomach flu.  The symptoms were more consistently flu like than anything else.  As a result, she has missed the entire week of preschool this week.  I've been emailing with her teacher daily to keep her updated, and was told that the class misses her.  Apparently she is kind of the "princess" (I hate that word, but it kind of fits) of the class because she is the only girl.  As of today it seems like her fevers have subsided (finally) and she is getting back to normal.

It's been an interesting week because of the illness for Travis and I, because we are seeing more and more speech, conversation, and understanding from her.  For example, at one point when Travis put her in bed for one of her many naps, our cat Paintbrush happened to be under the blanket.  She looked at Travis and said "Kitty?"  He told her yes, and that if she was nice, the kitty might stay.  Her answer to that was "I know.  Paybus my fend."  Last night I was asking her what she wanted to eat for dinner, and at first she said pie.  We've only ever made a pie one time, and at the time she kept calling it a cake - so somewhere in the past 2 or 3 weeks, she has learned "pie."  After telling her we didn't have what we need to make pie, she asked for chicken.  Not only that, she knew where it was, and knew that the bag I pulled out of the freezer was actually chicken.  I put some in the microwave to defrost and she said "It's cooking," which is kind of a go to phrase for her now when she is waiting for her food to be done.  She wound up eating cheese for dinner instead of the chicken, which I decided not to cook after she had some cheese (I don't pretend to understand her food preferences).

It's just been really exciting the past few weeks to see the language explosion occurring.  Apparently she knows the names of our cats, which we had no idea she knew.  She's got more and more sentences coming out of her each day, too.  She still speaks a lot of babble that sounds like SHE thinks she is saying something, but just sounds like a jumble of words - but the progress she has made with answering questions and making requests is clear.  She even told the doctor what her name was when he asked her on Monday.  I had no idea she knew the answer to that question.  I'm hoping that since she has only been in preschool for a month and a half and is already this improved that it is a sign of lots of good things to come. 

Here are some pictures from the week:

 Poor Sandwich was worried all week about sick baby

 Passed out on me after going to the doctor

 Grandpa, Lyric, and Piper with the zoo Baboon

 Sleepy Arctic Fox

Otters!

 I have no idea, haha

Sleepy Amur Tiger

Piper, Lyric, and Allen at the zoo

Last picture of the day.  You can tell she's tired.

New Words and Things

Nothing is going on that is really worth writing paragraphs about, so I thought I would update with a list of new things instead. 

Here are the new words, phrases, and skills that we have come to find out Lyric knows in the past few weeks:

"Dinosaur!"
"Pirate!"
"Christmas"
"Candy"
"Trick or treat" (sounding less like 'Poo poo pee' every day)
"I can't reach it!"
"Help, please!"
"You're welcome"
"Cookie"
"Push the button"
"Why they go?" (referring to the kitties, who run away every time she comes into the room)
"I don't know"
"Cow"
"Kitty" (they are no longer diddehs)
"Doggy"
"A bird!"
"Ducky"
"There it is!"
"Basket"
"Baby"
"Peanut butter"
"Bread"
"Where are you?"
"Where are you going?"
"Perry the Platypus"
"Isabella"
"Baljeet"
"I did it"
"Need to potty"
"Popcorn"
"Clothes"
"Car"
"Wash your hands"
"Brush your teeth"
"Flush"
She sings her ABCs (sort of) and Happy Birthday and the Clean Up song
She asks for Snoopy, Odie, Pocoyo, and Hopla by name.
She counts from 1 to 20 correctly, and can point out some colors.
She sorts things according to color and shape. 
She can buckles herself into her car seat. 
She helps with cooking and can pour pancake batter onto the griddle, mix and serve her own mac and cheese, and spread peanut butter on bread.
She helps with cleaning and likes to sweep, mop, and put clothes down the laundry chute.

She had her first school picture day last week, and I am dying to know how the pictures came out.  Hopefully we get them before the month is over.  Travis picked out a super cute outfit for her, and she loves to mug for the camera, so fingers crossed!  Dance class is going reasonably well.  We did have one hiccup the week before last.  We left early because Lyric was just having a "Lyric Day" and wouldn't focus or pay attention.  It seemed to be a little better this week, except for the part where she enlisted a partner in crime in her activities.  I'm hoping her attention span improves, but wondering if dance might be a liiiiitttle too quiet for her liking.  We will see as the weeks go on.  In the mean time, here are some photos just because.

 We made leaf trees together when Travis was gone last weekend

 Waiting for the bus!

 Dance class :)

The outfit Travis chose for picture day

Preschool Excitement

It's been a long few weeks for us, adjusting to the new schedule for Lyric.  Hence the lack of initial update.

So far preschool is going very well, from what I hear from her teacher.  She made a great impression on the 2nd day when she showed up to school having pooped her pants on the bus.  Poor Travis was worried they though he was a bad dad for it.  It's a 40 minute bus ride, she definitely has plenty of time for bodily function. 

Basically the days go like this:

We all wake up around 7am.  I go to work, but not before everyone gets kisses because she won't let me leave til that happens.  She gets the bus around 12:05pm, and generally runs for it.  She also tends to get herself ready and excited when it gets to be about 15 minutes before that.  Class is from 12:45pm until 3:30pm. The bus drops her off around 5 minutes to 4pm.  We get newsletters once a week that outline what they are working on in class.  Her teacher says that she is going well, and she is adjusting to the routine.  She apparently needed some redirection during story time, but that's just typical Lyric, really. 

We've already noticed that she's talking more, and she's understanding directions more as well.  She brought home her first assignment yesterday, which appeared to be something where she had to draw her face.  She drew nothing.  I can't really say I'm surprised, but it is kind of a bummer because I know she is capable of drawing a face.  Guess that just shows independence?  Or something.  She comes home exhausted every day so they must be doing something right in terms of stimulating her mind.  But really, there's not a whole lot in terms of updating other than that in terms of preschool.

In other exciting news, Lyric has also started dance classes at the Greater Lansing Academy of Dance.  It was a toss up between that and gymnastics, but dance ended up being a better fit overall in terms of schedule.  We also somewhat know her instructor, which helps when it comes to understanding that Lyric might need a little more direction than the average three year old.  I'm hoping it works out better than gymnastics did for us last summer, but we will see.  The little bit I saw she did seem to be doing at least SOME listening and following directions.  I can only hope that will continue and improve as she adjusts to the class. 

 Meet the Teacher night - the duplo table in her room

 Playing blocks with her speech therapists kids

 

 First day of school!

 

 Hopping on the bus

 Getting off the bus exhausted

 Passed out from the fun

 Preview of dance class clothes

 Just before her first dance class

School, Tantrums, and Sanctinotaparents

Preschool is now just a couple of weeks away, so I've been going more than a little crazy trying to find cute school outfits and get things ready.  I'm hoping it also means blog activity will pick up with her making improvements and becoming more independent.

In terms of improvements over the summer, Lyric will now count fairly well from 1 - 10 on her own, and 1 - 20 with help.  She (sort of) sings her ABCs, and can point out or find all the letters if you ask her to correctly.  She will impersonate a dog, cat, or a chicken on command (no idea on that one, but I say it counts!).  She can point out different animals, too.  She's also fairly adept at naming and pointing out colors when asked.  This is a far cry from the toddler that we had at the beginning of the summer.  We can still only understand about 50% of what she says, but everything she says is always with deliberation, so it is more a matter of teaching her pronunciation as opposed to language.  Potty training is still hit or miss.  Sometimes she will tell us she needs to potty after she's already gone potty, sometimes she tells us she needs to and then doesn't go, and sometimes she tells us she needs to and goes.  We have yet to have a #2 on the potty, and have basically given up trying on that one.   She is doing a small amount better at listening to us in public situations as well - which brings me to another topic to address.

It's something I'm fairly certain everyone has seen at least once.  A child having a meltdown or tantrum in a public place.  Whether it's a baby being fussy in a restaurant, or a toddler crying over having to ride in the cart in a store, tantrums happen.  It's a fact.  What is not a fact, however, is that it's an incident that resulted from bad parenting.  It's also not a free pass for people to judge a parent just because their child happens to be melting down.  In the case of Autistic children, and children like Lyric who have issues with sensory processing, anything can cause a meltdown.  It can be something seemingly as small as a wrinkle in a sock.  It can happen at any moment, anywhere.  There are people of the opinion that it's as simple as "controlling your kid" or just "being consistent" with teaching them how to handle themselves in public.  Some of these people have kids, but the majority don't - and those who do have kids tend to be more sympathetic, purely out of the "been there, done that" perspective.

That perspective gets a whole new meaning when you have a child with special needs.  They don't always have the mental and emotional capacity to figure out the difference between acceptable and not acceptable in the heat of the moment.  Just because you have told them 100 times to not do something in public, doesn't mean they will retain that information when an aspect of their lives that seems minor to an outsider has been changed.  And I can guarantee you that out of everyone in the room at the time the meltdown occurs, the one who feels it the most is the parent.  It's embarrassing.  You feel exposed.  There's no question that people are judging you.  They make it abundantly clear, though generally never to your face.  You know that some will walk out of that place and say "Well if that were MY child..." or "They shouldn't even be in a place like this with a baby!"  In the mothering world, if they are a parent, some refer to them as "Sanctimommies/sanctidaddies."  I tend to call the childless ones "Sanctinotamommies/sanctinotadaddies."  They're the ones who are awesome parents without actually having any kids.  You might know a few.  Maybe it makes me judgmental myself, but just because you have a lot of experience around kids in the "baby sitting but I go home to my own personal space and can shower by myself with no worries" capacity, doesn't mean you know a damn thing about parenting. 

It's not always a choice for a parent to bring their child along to functions, especially if the child is special needs.  Baby sitters are expensive.  Explaining the special care necessary is time consuming.  Finding the appropriate care giver to handle that special care - someone you can trust - can prove to be near impossible.  Some children don't tolerate change.  In our case, we only have one car, so every errand and trip needs to be coordinated.  The needs of a household don't stop - you need groceries, cleaning products, car maintenance, etc. whether your child agrees or not.   And some of those judging are correct - child does need to learn.  But how is the child supposed to build the capacity to handle or function in a situation if they are not presented with that situational experience?  Should the parents of children in these situations just stay home, never go out when the kids are awake, and cram everything they need to do into the evening hours (if that is even an option)?  I'm not saying that every place, everywhere needs to be kid tolerant.  There are definitely places where it's not appropriate to take a child of any age.  I'm also not saying that there aren't parents out there who don't pay any attention to their kids and just let them run wild in stores and other places.

I am, however, saying that next time you see a child having a meltdown of some kind in public and you're judging the parent for not handling it how YOU think it should be handled - stuff it.  Try sympathy instead of animosity or contempt.  You don't know if there is more to it than meets the eye, and the last thing a parent needs is one more judgmental stare to let them feel like a failure.

Kids These Days Have It So Easy

This only tangentially has to do with Lyric, because she is both suffering for it and will likely be dealing with it when she is older, so I feel comfortable including it in this blog.  This is going to be a long entry, so buckle in for a ride.

It's an all too common phrase that a lot of the older generation say - "Kids these days have it so easy."  Apparently because we didn't have to walk uphill both ways to a one room school house in a blizzard with no shoes, we're all just lazy.  Since we have laptops, cell phones, TV at home, internet, etc. but we rent, instead of own - we must just not know how to budget, or prioritize our finances.  If we say something about not being able to find a job after graduating, we get told to just go door to door with our resume.  If we complain about being a broke student, we get told "Well I worked a 9 - 5 in the summer, and that paid for my schooling!"  Maybe they think that kind of "tough love" is necessary, or even encouraging - I don't know.  Maybe their hearts are in the right place, and the statements are motivated by the right idea, but the words just come out wrong.  Whatever the reason, it’s pretty simple to say that – just like the older generation – kids these days don’t have it that easy.  We just have a completely different set of problems to deal with that are foreign to ye olde whipper snappers.  I’m going to use my own family as an example as I attempt to explain it in lay man’s terms.

It’s no secret that “kids these days” are going to college.  It also shouldn’t be a secret that the budget for a moderate college education hovers around $22,500 per year.  (When Lyric attends, that price tag will be around $59,600 per year – give or take a few thousand.)  Working a minimum wage job – full time – only earns about $15,080 per year before taxes.  This means AT MINIMUM (ie – if no taxes, insurances, etc are taken from the check) there is a $7,420 shortage between costs of college and earned wages if a person is working 40 hours a week.  Making up for this with loans means that the least amount of loans would be almost $30,000.  This, however, is just assuming averages.  

In our case, average didn’t happen.  I managed to get my first associates with no debt, thanks to a combination of scholarships, generous parents, and grants.  I chose to transfer to a 4 year institution and major in International Relations at a “prestigious” level.  I hated it.  A lot.  I never fit in because I was a transfer.  The way the courses were laid out was much different than what I was used to.  I realized it wasn’t what I wanted to do with my life.  So I changed majors, hoping that getting out of the “exclusive” school would make things better.  It didn’t.  Then the college decided to raise tuition to a point where it just wasn’t feasible to attend anymore.  Not to mention the fact that this particular school was NOT working student friendly.  Very few of the courses were available at hours that worked with a schedule that most jobs could offer.  There were also no courses available online.  I had to work to make ends meet.  So I left that school, and started working on another associates degree at the local community college.  It was a lot easier there to make the schedule work with MY needs, and the tuition was much cheaper, but I still needed loans to get by because the jobs my husband and I were working didn’t pay enough to make ends meet.  

One finished associates and a child later, I decided to do an additional year of courses at yet another university so that I could have that all important, much harped upon Bachelor’s Degree.  Partway through that year, I got laid off from the job I had at the time.  Bring on more loans, because unemployment wasn’t enough to pay the bills.  At this point, my husband was no longer working, because daycare for our child would cost more than any job he got could pay.  We had also sold our 2^nd car when we really needed extra money, and 2 employed people sharing a car just doesn’t really work in America.  I ended up not finishing that Bachelor’s Degree because after 7 years of school and loans, I got burned out.  I just could not balance classes, work, a child, and home life anymore.  Am I proud of it?  Nope.  But it happens, and I am a better person for realizing that I just could not deal with it anymore.  So I am left 2 classes short of a degree at one school, and 15 credits short of one at another, with 2 degrees completed, and some $95,000 in student loan debt just for me.  And I know that my story isn’t all that uncommon, either.

So what does this mean in terms of the “kids these days” for me?  Well it means that despite having 2 jobs that pay well, we barely clear expenses each month.  We’re actually still catching up from the time when we didn’t have this second income.  Some months we DON’T clear expenses, so we have to sell possessions (2^nd car, books, DVDs, baby items, etc).  The wardrobe I carefully built for Lyric over the years has been reduced to a few favorite items, because all of the other clothes became quick money makers when we needed groceries.  We’ve borrowed or asked for money more than once when we didn’t have anything that would sell quickly.  We’re familiar with all of the local store policies pertaining to used items.  When I browse the local thrift store on half off day for clothes for Lyric, who grows like a weed, I’m not just looking for things that are cute – I’m looking for things that I know will sell well later.  

Family vacations, or fun activities like soccer or dance aren’t something she will be able to do, because we can’t afford it.  If we run out of money before all the bills are paid, we have to decide what is more important – paying this credit card, or eating/paying the water/lights/gas bill.  My student loan payments – JUST mine – total around $500 a month.  This is after consolidating my federal loans, and attempting to consolidate private.  Hilariously, I couldn’t consolidate my private into a more manageable payment because my credit is a mess.  Wonder why that is?  I actually find myself hoping that she doesn’t improve too much in terms of speech or sensory issues, because if she does – she will no longer qualify for free preschool, and we can’t afford to pay for school for her.  Buying a house?  Forget it, not happening anytime soon.  Savings account?  What are those?  I’ve never had one.  The laptop I have is for school and work, as well as the internet.  Our cellphones are something we're blessed to not have to pay for at this point, but likely will have to in the near future, and they're our only phones.  We have no land line.  Unless we want to file for bankruptcy (which we don't have the $1500 to do anyway), there are no other bills that we can cut out or cut back on.

The fact is that when you’re one of the “kids these days” odds are high you’re working a job that barely pays the bills, if you can even FIND a job.  You’re likely working without health insurance, hoping that none of the horrible, infectious illnesses that people bring to work make their way into your lungs.  You’re likely constantly robbing one bill to pay another, so you can keep the heat on, or food (which is sometimes a luxury) in your stomach.  You are usually absolutely, unequivocally one accident away from being one of those horrible “moochers” that the older generation talks about – y’know, those lazy people who need food stamps or housing assistance to get by.  Because lord knows I always loved getting the side eye from people if I happened to not successfully hide the fact that at one point I was paying for my groceries with a Bridge Card.  

Are there lazy people out there who mooch off the system?  Sure there are.  There always will be.  But for every lazy schmuck, I guarantee there are at least 3 people who busted their asses to get where they are, and either fell on hard times, or were unable to claw their way from the bottom because they’re stuck working for minimum wage since every job in their field “requires experience.”  Never mind the fact that you need a job in the field to GET that experience.  The fact is that kids these days really DON’T have it easy.  That whole “buy a house and make a living” American dream really is just a dream for most of us.  A completely unattainable one.  I could continue to go on, and on, and on…but I’ve taken up enough of your time (if you’re even still reading) already.  The short summary of this is that kids these days really don’t want to hear about how they’re “kids these days.”  If you're not going to consider the fact that we struggle with just as much as you feel you did at our age, then shut up and stuff those opinions where the sun don't shine.

UPDATE TO ADD: There are some members of the older generation of which I speak that do understand how crappy it is to be in this situation.  The vast majority of them are people who were in my classes at school.  They had to do the loan dance, and go through all the motions of financial aid to take classes that were essentially useless for a piece of paper that likely got them about as far as everyone else.  Now they're also stuck making payments, or hardly clearing expenses, for a degree that opened a door about the size of the one on Barbie's Dream House.  They definitely feel our pain, and I neglected to remember that. 

Adventures in Potty Training

Potty training is a bit of a four letter word to the parents of toddlers.  It can be an elephant in the room, depending on the age of the child.  It's one of the many, many things that people get judgmental about.  It can also be the source of a lot of frustration, and a lot of headaches.  Well meaning relatives and friends will offer "tips" and "advice," thinking that it will be encouraging - when in truth it's just another slap in the face that your child isn't "up to par" when it comes to their standards.  Even our pediatrician was less than kind about the fact that we showed up to a 3 year well check in a diaper. 

Like every other development, potty training is something that kids will do at their own pace.  Some can be fully trained at 18 months old.  Others don't train until 4 years old.  It seems to be a universal sign of failure, though, if a child isn't at least starting to potty train right around when they turn 3.  You can explain that it's difficult because of a speech delay, but a lot of people just don't seem to get that if a kid doesn't even say the word "Yes" yet, that odds are high potty training is not going to be something they will be doing anytime soon.  While they might comprehend what you're asking them, not being able to answer means that the communication just isn't there - and communication is a key element when it comes to getting a child to pee on the pot.  This makes the fact that children who are speech delayed potty train later than their "normal" peers make sense.

The sad fact is, those two long winded paragraphs will still read as excuses to the sanctimommies out there whose perfect kids had potty training down in a few days before they turned 3.  There are also the people who say they understand to your face, but behind your back they talk to others about how "I will never let my kid not train before 3."  It is, however, the reason why we are just now starting with potty training Lyric.  We're not starting because the pediatrician told us to, or because someone younger than her is trained, or because I just decided it was time and she would just have to suck it up.  We're starting because she decided it was time, which is an impressive testament to the progress that she has made over the past month or so.

The first time we tried potty training with Lyric, it was Thanksgiving of 2012.  She was 2.5 years old.  We put her in underwear, brought out the potty, explained what she needed to do, and waited.  She peed on the living room carpet.  And the couch.  And the chair.  And that is when I decided she really wasn't ready to get started.  We tried again for a short time around Christmas, and got much the same in terms of results, so the idea of potty training her was put out of our minds for a long time.  Memorial Day weekend I decided to try again, because I had the extra day off to work with her.  I took out the potty, she took one look at it, and promptly said "No potty." and kicked it across the room.  I didn't even try underwear that weekend.  I just put the potty away and continued to wait.  A lot of parents would probably judge the "caving" to her doing that, but it needs to be understood that sensory processing issues (even ones that are minor, like Lyric's) generally always come with a child who has an absolute iron will.  Laying down the law, in this case, would have gotten us nowhere.  I had vague thoughts of trying again over the Independence Day weekend, because I took a day off so that I would have 4 days to my weekend.

July 4th rolled around, and I did nothing.  July 5th was the same story - mostly because I had totally forgotten that I was going to try to potty train over the long weekend, and had instead become absorbed in cleaning the house up.  So you can imagine my surprise when, on July 6th, Lyric joined me in the bathroom.  Now, a toddler barging in to the bathroom while a parent is using it is no cause for alarm or surprise, really.  It's just a normal, daily occurrence.  On this day, however, I decided "Why not?" and asked Lyric if she wanted to potty, too.  I about fell off the pot when she said she did.  So I got out her potty, cleaned it off, and had her sit down.  If I thought I was surprised before, nothing prepared me for the fact that when she stood up there was actually something there.  And not just a few drops, either.  She asked for paper to wipe, which I had to teach her how to do.  Then she tossed it in the toilet, flushed it, washed her hands, and went on her way.  After I came to from the shock, I got out some "big girl" underwear and gave it a shot.   

I would be lying if I said there were no accidents and she just got it.  We kept our spray mop armed at the ready with bleach water to mop up the puddles.  There weren't many puddles though, because it didn't take her long to realize that if she started to pee, she needed to run to the potty or ask us to use it.  I would also be lying if I said there weren't any times where she said she needed to potty, sat down, and nothing came out.  I'm pretty sure it's because she gets Sour Patch Kids when she actually does go, so she's hoping that she'll get a few for trying, too (she doesn't). 

In just a few short days we have gone from 100% diapers, to diapers only overnight and when she takes a nap.  It's both quick and slow progress.  I know it's something we're going to have to work on for a few weeks, because while she gets concepts down very quickly - introducing new ones, like recognizing the need to get up in the middle of the night to go potty take longer for her.  If she's still in diapers overnight a month from now, oh well.  That doesn't negate the fact that we're still moving forward, and that slowly but surely she is catching up to her peers.

Other Awesome Things

In addition to being lively and more talkative, Lyric has recently been drawing more 'recognizable' things.  Yesterday we were doodling on her dry erase easel, and she drew a head with eyes, a nose, a neck, and she (sort of) added hair.  I was a little surprised, because usually the name of her game is to just excitedly scribble.  She asked me to erase it, so I did - after I took a picture with my phone.  She then drew what looked exactly like a balloon, and called it a balloon - but when I went to take a picture, she started scribbling next to it.  It was actually somewhat exciting because she's never really taken much of an interest in drawing actual objects before.  I think she just likes to see the scribbles come out onto the board. 

 The Balloon (plus scribbles)

 Trying to scribble while I take a picture

The face.  I think she was trying to do hair and add a mouth in one fell swoop.  Didn't quite work out.  

After she finished doodling, she was saying random letters, so I started drawing the ones she was saying on the white board.  She was able to identify A, E, I, O, and U.  She also was able to identify the numbers 1 - 10.  She can identify and draw the letter L, which is important given her name.  I know it doesn't seem like much, especially to those who have kids her age that are on a normal level - but the amount she has advanced in the past month never ceases to amaze me.  I'm so excited for her to start preschool, because I really think she is going to be like a little sponge and soak everything in really quickly.  It doesn't take her long to learn things when you show them to her.  I think her progress will be quick.

And as I was typing this, Travis called and let her have the phone on her ear and she said "Hi mommy, I love you."  Day. made.