Here is a de-personalized version of our Christmas letter. Hope you all enjoy.
(BY THE WAY - I am not sure if my notifications have worked for my last couple of updates because I would start my updates one day and finish them the next. I think the date would throw the notifier thingy off. So be sure to scroll down and read the last couple of posts. Then, at the end of the post, click on "comments" and let me know you were here. If you do not have a google account, click "anonymous" in the comments section, but be sure to sign your name after your comment. )
2008 Christmas Letter
We hope this letter finds you all in good health and good spirits.
This year was a great year for our family. As the country headed towards a depression and the economy suffered greatly, we made a point of looking for blessings wherever we could.
C. is still employed at the same company. He received a nice promotion this year and is the head I.T. guy for his own company as well as 2 sister companies. While this entails more work, it also ensures more stability for the company. He also is the leader of our Sunday school class at church.
P. is still working at the girls' school in the technology department. She is also still coaching gymnastics at the girls' gym. Besides coaching preschool and rec classes, she now helps coach the level 3 team. She is loving getting to be with some team girls. She also teaches a group of 7th and 8th grade girls on Sunday mornings.
J. is still competing in gymnastics. She is an optional gymnast and has “La Bamba” as her floor music. She had an injury earlier this year (stress fracture in her shin) that slowed up some of her tumbling work, but she has worked hard to keep up and stay in shape. Her first meet is in January. She is a freshman this year and is doing well in school. She received her learners permit and is helping do some of the driving now.
M. is on level 4 in gymnastics. That makes 2 competitive gymnasts in the family! We cannot wait for her first meet in January. She is in 5th grade at school and is doing wonderfully. She also decided to get baptized for her 11th birthday. That was such a wonderful day!
Between the 3 females in the house having team hours, there is at least one of us at the gym 6 days a week. That makes it difficult sometimes to have family time, but we squeeze in what we can whenever we can. We always make a point of trying to have a lot of fun together whenever we can. We got to spend some time at the cabin this year and go camping as well.
We love you all and hope that you all have a wonderful year.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Getting to know my youngest - or Living with ADHD
ADHD. You hear so much about it. You see kids diagnosed with it and think that they need just a good swift spanking. You see kids NOT diagnosed with it and wonder why they aren’t.
We used to think that all it meant was that a kid was hyper and did not focus. We were wrong.
We have a child with ADHD. M. was diagnosed in 2nd grade after an intense and expensive psychological education evaluation. Apparently, it manifests itself very differently in little girls than it does little boys. Boys tend to be on the hyper/aggressive end and girls tend to be on the lack of focus/depression end. (Not always the case, though.)
Since then, it has been quite a ride. The analogy of a “roller coaster ride,” while cliché, is actually quite accurate.
We have learned so much about not only this diagnosis, but also about our wonderful daughter and ourselves as well. (Her dad and I think we both may have ADHD as well.)
In looking back, there were many things that we thought were just her unique little quirks. While it is sometimes hard to differentiate between what is a quirk and what is being ADHD, it is easy to see that her brain just works “differently” than our other daughter’s brain.
As a toddler, she would find loopholes in any rule that you came up with. She would follow our instructions to the letter, but would still find an alternative way to accomplish what she wanted. For example, we kept finding her sitting on the kitchen table. We did not do much at first, we figured she would lose interest after the first couple of times after we would remover her. Not so. Finally, we sat her down and told her that “we do NOT sit on tables, we sit in chairs.” We thought that we had that taken care of. We came in later and found her on the table. However, she had dragged her little chair up onto the table and was sitting in the chair that was placed right in the middle of the tabletop. When asked what she was doing, she clarified for us that she ‘was NOT sittin’ on da table. I sittin’ in my chaiw.’ (sic.) We had a similar situation with writing on the wall. We thought we had learned to be more specific in our instructions when we stated that we do not write on the wall with pencils, pens, markers, or crayons. We forgot to mention stamps. We learned that using stamps on the wall is not covered by the “No Writing” rule. “Keep your hands off of that” does not cover the use of your feet, elbows, or tongue to touch things.
In Kindergarten, she had to write down someone that she admired. She wrote down “Andrew” from her class. When I asked her what she admired about Andrew, she said that he could sit still in class and not talk. For a long time. And she thought that was amazing.
Not all of it has been fun. At least not at the time. Some of it now is quite comical. Right around the time she was diagnosed, I had the following situation happen at my house. It was morning and we were trying to get ready for school. A friend’s son, E, rode with us in the morning. E was later diagnosed with ADHD as well. So I had 2 ADHD kids to try to get out the door. Here is a copy of an email that I typed to a friend and ADHD advocate regarding that morning:
Okay – here are some phrases that were uttered by me this morning in my attempt to get everyone here this morning. My goal was to get everyone here in one piece, go over “borrowing and carrying” with M. for a minute, and stagger her medicine. Small and seemingly easily attainable goals.
“M., I printed out a few math problems for you to make sure you remember how to borrow, do them real quick and let’s make sure.”
“E., could you please quit singing to the turtles?”
“M., show me how you did this problem because it is not right.”
“E., could you sing to the turtles in your head?”
“M., this is still not right. Let’s go over how to do these again.”
“E., singing in your head means to do it so no one else can hear it.”
“M., you cannot just try to do these problems in your head; you have to write them out.”
“M., you must write out EACH problem, not just the one I said to write out earlier.”
“M., you cannot decide to randomly reverse the numbers because you don’t feel like borrowing.”
“M., you need to WRITE OUT the problems.
“E., could you stop kicking the chair?”
“M., when you borrow, you do it the same way every time.”
“M., when you borrow, you borrow from the next number to the left, not the number 2 spaces away, you know, just like we did on the previous 9 problems?????”
“No, M., I don’t know where your bag is.”
“M., those shoes are wet because I washed them; you must wear your other shoes.”
“M., THOSE SHOES ARE WET – YOU MUST WEAR YOUR OTHER ONES.”
“I don’t care if you don’t like those shoes – YOUR OTHER ONES ARE WET!!
“Why are you smelling those shoes? THEY ARE WET –WEAR YOUR OTHER ONES!!”
“M., why are you drawing smiley faces on your paper? Is that helping get your math done?”
“E., the cat is not going to answer your questions, even if you follow him through the house asking him over and over and over.”
“M., Mrs. Jones is going to break you all up into smaller groups during the timed part of the test so that it will be less distracting, probably into a different room.” “No, everyone is not testing at different times; during the timed part of the test, you all will be spread out a little more.” “No, the whole class will not be moving to a different room – how would that help?” “Ok – let’s try this again, during – testing, - - SOME of you will go to a different room.” “NO – NOT LESS TEST WITH MORE TIME – JUST SPREADING OUT SO THAT IT WILL BE LESS DISTRACTING.!!”
“M., bring me your medicine. ONLY bring it to me – don’t open it.”
“M., what are you doing? Why are you opening your medicine? I said specifically to NOT open it.”
“E., what are you doing? Please don’t play with those scissor things in M.’s open medicine bottle.”
“M., STOP trying to do those math problems in your head – WRITE THEM OUT!!!”
“How can 706 minus 700 be 124?” “No it can’t” “What do you mean that is the answer to the next problem? What about this problem?” “It does not matter that you could do this one in your head, you STILL need to work it out and tell me the answer, I do not have X-ray vision and know that you are jumping around from math problem to math problem.”
This was one of those days where I felt like I was that man in that episode of the twilight zone where he wakes up one morning and everyone is speaking a different language than him and they are all looking at him with pity because obviously something is wrong with him and he does not know how to communicate with anyone and he spends the rest of the show trying to rapidly learn the language they are speaking so that he is not locked away. AAHHHH.
Then, there were days where my heart would break for her. Here is another email to the same advocate and friend from above:
I just needed to vent to someone who would understand.
I love my adhd child,
I love my adhd child,
I love my adhd child.
I needed to remind myself a few times in order to not have any laying on of hands (around the neck.)
When she tells me that she knows that I hate her, I love her.
When she cries and yells at me because she forgot her homework, I love her.
When she tells me that she is a failure, I love her.
When she writes mean things in her handwriting book because she is angry at having to do handwriting, I love her.
When she says that she is the least important person in the family, I love her.
When she is screaming and crying about things that happened a year ago, I love her.
When I sit here with tears running down my face at what she must be feeling, I love her more.
She has really struggled with feeling like she is a worthy person because she cannot get her mind to do what she wants it to do.
We have gotten now to where we can have fun with it and enjoy to fun and exciting part of ADHD. The spontaneity had driven her to occasionally go throw in a load of laundry just because it was needed. The hyperfocus has made her into a wonderful reader – she had read all of the Harry Potter books by 4th grade. She can figure out strange and difficult math problems in her head. The verbal acuity she has helps her to come up with great stories as well as the ability to create wonderful analogies to explain how she is feeling. Her “thinking outside the box” process has made her incredibly adept at technological things. She figured out how to send and receive emails via the wii. She found out how to set up filters and signatures on her email by herself. She does power-points for fun. The feelings of failure she has had in the past make her a very caring person. She loves people no matter what they look like or act like. She is a true friend to those in need. The larger-than-life emotions that used to focus on what she perceived as her shortcomings now focus (most of the time) into showing love for her family and friends. This extends to her sister’s friends as well. They love M. like she was their own and she loves them right back.
She now knows her struggles and tries to find ways to work with them. Recently, Becky, who lives in our basement, went out of town for a few days. M. was in charge of feeding Becky’s cats. Knowing that she is forgetful, she took the initiative to leave just a few reminders for herself around the house. (As per normal for ADD kids - the goal was the note itself, not the spelling or grammer.)
Hanging on the wall going upstairs to her bedroom:
On a table at the bottom of the stairs:
On a napkin at her place at the table:
On the milk:
On the peanut butter jar:
On the chin up bar that she must hang on every time she passes it:
This doesn't include the notes that she left that I could not get good pictures of - the bathroom mirror, on the door, on the loaf of bread, etc.
All things considered, I would not wish for M. to not have ADHD. I think it makes her who she is, it gives her that little something extra. It helps her to stand out from the crowd. I would not wish her the pain and grief that she has experienced to go away either. I believe those hardships have helped mold her into the caring and loving girl that she is now. We are all products of our circumstances, our choices, our experiences. The tough times that she has survived have made her into a stronger person than she would have ever been without them. I think she is a really neat person and I love her dearly.
We used to think that all it meant was that a kid was hyper and did not focus. We were wrong.
We have a child with ADHD. M. was diagnosed in 2nd grade after an intense and expensive psychological education evaluation. Apparently, it manifests itself very differently in little girls than it does little boys. Boys tend to be on the hyper/aggressive end and girls tend to be on the lack of focus/depression end. (Not always the case, though.)
Since then, it has been quite a ride. The analogy of a “roller coaster ride,” while cliché, is actually quite accurate.
We have learned so much about not only this diagnosis, but also about our wonderful daughter and ourselves as well. (Her dad and I think we both may have ADHD as well.)
In looking back, there were many things that we thought were just her unique little quirks. While it is sometimes hard to differentiate between what is a quirk and what is being ADHD, it is easy to see that her brain just works “differently” than our other daughter’s brain.
As a toddler, she would find loopholes in any rule that you came up with. She would follow our instructions to the letter, but would still find an alternative way to accomplish what she wanted. For example, we kept finding her sitting on the kitchen table. We did not do much at first, we figured she would lose interest after the first couple of times after we would remover her. Not so. Finally, we sat her down and told her that “we do NOT sit on tables, we sit in chairs.” We thought that we had that taken care of. We came in later and found her on the table. However, she had dragged her little chair up onto the table and was sitting in the chair that was placed right in the middle of the tabletop. When asked what she was doing, she clarified for us that she ‘was NOT sittin’ on da table. I sittin’ in my chaiw.’ (sic.) We had a similar situation with writing on the wall. We thought we had learned to be more specific in our instructions when we stated that we do not write on the wall with pencils, pens, markers, or crayons. We forgot to mention stamps. We learned that using stamps on the wall is not covered by the “No Writing” rule. “Keep your hands off of that” does not cover the use of your feet, elbows, or tongue to touch things.
In Kindergarten, she had to write down someone that she admired. She wrote down “Andrew” from her class. When I asked her what she admired about Andrew, she said that he could sit still in class and not talk. For a long time. And she thought that was amazing.
Not all of it has been fun. At least not at the time. Some of it now is quite comical. Right around the time she was diagnosed, I had the following situation happen at my house. It was morning and we were trying to get ready for school. A friend’s son, E, rode with us in the morning. E was later diagnosed with ADHD as well. So I had 2 ADHD kids to try to get out the door. Here is a copy of an email that I typed to a friend and ADHD advocate regarding that morning:
Okay – here are some phrases that were uttered by me this morning in my attempt to get everyone here this morning. My goal was to get everyone here in one piece, go over “borrowing and carrying” with M. for a minute, and stagger her medicine. Small and seemingly easily attainable goals.
“M., I printed out a few math problems for you to make sure you remember how to borrow, do them real quick and let’s make sure.”
“E., could you please quit singing to the turtles?”
“M., show me how you did this problem because it is not right.”
“E., could you sing to the turtles in your head?”
“M., this is still not right. Let’s go over how to do these again.”
“E., singing in your head means to do it so no one else can hear it.”
“M., you cannot just try to do these problems in your head; you have to write them out.”
“M., you must write out EACH problem, not just the one I said to write out earlier.”
“M., you cannot decide to randomly reverse the numbers because you don’t feel like borrowing.”
“M., you need to WRITE OUT the problems.
“E., could you stop kicking the chair?”
“M., when you borrow, you do it the same way every time.”
“M., when you borrow, you borrow from the next number to the left, not the number 2 spaces away, you know, just like we did on the previous 9 problems?????”
“No, M., I don’t know where your bag is.”
“M., those shoes are wet because I washed them; you must wear your other shoes.”
“M., THOSE SHOES ARE WET – YOU MUST WEAR YOUR OTHER ONES.”
“I don’t care if you don’t like those shoes – YOUR OTHER ONES ARE WET!!
“Why are you smelling those shoes? THEY ARE WET –WEAR YOUR OTHER ONES!!”
“M., why are you drawing smiley faces on your paper? Is that helping get your math done?”
“E., the cat is not going to answer your questions, even if you follow him through the house asking him over and over and over.”
“M., Mrs. Jones is going to break you all up into smaller groups during the timed part of the test so that it will be less distracting, probably into a different room.” “No, everyone is not testing at different times; during the timed part of the test, you all will be spread out a little more.” “No, the whole class will not be moving to a different room – how would that help?” “Ok – let’s try this again, during – testing, - - SOME of you will go to a different room.” “NO – NOT LESS TEST WITH MORE TIME – JUST SPREADING OUT SO THAT IT WILL BE LESS DISTRACTING.!!”
“M., bring me your medicine. ONLY bring it to me – don’t open it.”
“M., what are you doing? Why are you opening your medicine? I said specifically to NOT open it.”
“E., what are you doing? Please don’t play with those scissor things in M.’s open medicine bottle.”
“M., STOP trying to do those math problems in your head – WRITE THEM OUT!!!”
“How can 706 minus 700 be 124?” “No it can’t” “What do you mean that is the answer to the next problem? What about this problem?” “It does not matter that you could do this one in your head, you STILL need to work it out and tell me the answer, I do not have X-ray vision and know that you are jumping around from math problem to math problem.”
This was one of those days where I felt like I was that man in that episode of the twilight zone where he wakes up one morning and everyone is speaking a different language than him and they are all looking at him with pity because obviously something is wrong with him and he does not know how to communicate with anyone and he spends the rest of the show trying to rapidly learn the language they are speaking so that he is not locked away. AAHHHH.
Then, there were days where my heart would break for her. Here is another email to the same advocate and friend from above:
I just needed to vent to someone who would understand.
I love my adhd child,
I love my adhd child,
I love my adhd child.
I needed to remind myself a few times in order to not have any laying on of hands (around the neck.)
When she tells me that she knows that I hate her, I love her.
When she cries and yells at me because she forgot her homework, I love her.
When she tells me that she is a failure, I love her.
When she writes mean things in her handwriting book because she is angry at having to do handwriting, I love her.
When she says that she is the least important person in the family, I love her.
When she is screaming and crying about things that happened a year ago, I love her.
When I sit here with tears running down my face at what she must be feeling, I love her more.
She has really struggled with feeling like she is a worthy person because she cannot get her mind to do what she wants it to do.
We have gotten now to where we can have fun with it and enjoy to fun and exciting part of ADHD. The spontaneity had driven her to occasionally go throw in a load of laundry just because it was needed. The hyperfocus has made her into a wonderful reader – she had read all of the Harry Potter books by 4th grade. She can figure out strange and difficult math problems in her head. The verbal acuity she has helps her to come up with great stories as well as the ability to create wonderful analogies to explain how she is feeling. Her “thinking outside the box” process has made her incredibly adept at technological things. She figured out how to send and receive emails via the wii. She found out how to set up filters and signatures on her email by herself. She does power-points for fun. The feelings of failure she has had in the past make her a very caring person. She loves people no matter what they look like or act like. She is a true friend to those in need. The larger-than-life emotions that used to focus on what she perceived as her shortcomings now focus (most of the time) into showing love for her family and friends. This extends to her sister’s friends as well. They love M. like she was their own and she loves them right back.
She now knows her struggles and tries to find ways to work with them. Recently, Becky, who lives in our basement, went out of town for a few days. M. was in charge of feeding Becky’s cats. Knowing that she is forgetful, she took the initiative to leave just a few reminders for herself around the house. (As per normal for ADD kids - the goal was the note itself, not the spelling or grammer.)
Hanging on the wall going upstairs to her bedroom:
On a table at the bottom of the stairs:
On a napkin at her place at the table:
On the milk:
On the peanut butter jar:
On the chin up bar that she must hang on every time she passes it:
This doesn't include the notes that she left that I could not get good pictures of - the bathroom mirror, on the door, on the loaf of bread, etc.
All things considered, I would not wish for M. to not have ADHD. I think it makes her who she is, it gives her that little something extra. It helps her to stand out from the crowd. I would not wish her the pain and grief that she has experienced to go away either. I believe those hardships have helped mold her into the caring and loving girl that she is now. We are all products of our circumstances, our choices, our experiences. The tough times that she has survived have made her into a stronger person than she would have ever been without them. I think she is a really neat person and I love her dearly.
Friday, December 12, 2008
Thanksgiving
We went to my parent's house for Thanksgiving. We took with us our Becky from the basement and her mom. Hubby's dad and step-mom met us there. They brought with them a friend from Saudi Arabia - Jamie. My niece and her daughter were there as well. The only way it could have been better would have been if my sister had been feeling well and had been able to come, and if my two nephews would have been there.
Here are some pictures:
Me and my parents:
Becky and her mom:
Here are some pictures:
Me and my parents:
Becky and her mom:
Becky and the moms:
The moms:
Remember a few posts back when I posted pics of my fam with Hubby's side of the family and the attempts at getting a good picture? Apparently, the goofiness does not reside only on Hubby's side of the family:
My parents look fine in this one, but M. looks like she is asleep and J. is making some strange face and sticking her tongue out:
Now, all looks good, except M. looks like she is choking:
Again, everyone else looks good, and M. is making another face. She looks like she just won the Publishers Clearing House sweepstakes. Or told that she can eat again.
This is M's "I'm really not making this difficult, honest" face:
After eating, we went out and played some on the golf cart and 4-wheelers:
J. honing her driving skills:
Hubby telling me to put the camera away:
I think I have decided that the goofiness originated in the male DNA:
Again, everyone else looks good, and M. is making another face. She looks like she just won the Publishers Clearing House sweepstakes. Or told that she can eat again.
This is M's "I'm really not making this difficult, honest" face:
My dad threatening M. My mom praying. J. getting a kick out of the whole thing:
This one is actually a good one of M, but now J's eyes are closed and my mom is checking on M. to make sure she is behaving. What would make her think otherwise??
My dad deciding he would take matters into his own hands. Literally. My mom praying that this will all be over soon.
M. sheepishly posing somewhat correctly.
Apparently, this picture taking challenge occurs even when my children are not in the picture:
'No, I am tired of taking pictures!'
We did finally get a great shot: Grandmother, Grand-daughter, and Great-granddaughter:
Hubby and his dad:
After eating, we went out and played some on the golf cart and 4-wheelers:
Becky and M:
J:
J. honing her driving skills:
Hubby telling me to put the camera away:
The 3 littles all snuggled up on the couch.
It did not take long for the silliness to start:
After eating and playing, we all got lazy on the couch:
Soon, the fake sleeping gave way to real sleeping:
Feeling refreshed!
I think I have decided that the goofiness originated in the male DNA:
That brown thing the dads are playing with was something my dad bought. It looks like a vase, but then it will stretch out and make a hat. I tried to do a movie from the pics of M. putting it on her head, not sure if it will work or not. If it doesn't play - you may need to manually drag the play bar across the bottom slowly.
When we got home, we decided to do Christmas decorations:
Ginger the cat was a big help:
I am working on a "wordy" blog entry next. It will have some pictures, but not as many as this. I always get more comments on those, so I am looking forward to that.
While you are here, check out this other blog entry (Dec. 11th) that Kristie alerted me to. (Pardon any offensive language, I did not write it.) Then, after you read it, come back here and leave me a comment.
Love you all and thanks for stopping by.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Camping trip
I realized that I never posted any pictures from our camping trip last month. So, without further ado, here they are.
Most of the clan that went:
For those of you that know my youngest, you know that she loves animals. All animals. Except for cockroaches, those freak her out a little. Here are her and her sister with a rabbit that was kept in the main office of the camp grounds.
For those of you that know my youngest, you know that she loves animals. All animals. Except for cockroaches, those freak her out a little. Here are her and her sister with a rabbit that was kept in the main office of the camp grounds.
Now, here she is snuggling up with the rabbit. She wanted to try to take it home. Naturally.
Here she is with a chicken. That she caught. By her self. She wanted to take it home.
Here is a huge grasshopper cricket thing that she caught. She wanted to take it home.
Here she is with a squirrel. A pet squirrel that one of the women there raised. She wanted to take it home. Notice a theme here???
(By the way, this picture was taken in the restaurant part of the office at the campground. Notice the dog sitting next to M. and the squirrel? It sat in the restaurant the entire time we were eating breakfast in the hopes that it would get some scraps. The bunny was right outside the restaurant part - in the store. There were a dog and a squirrel running around where we were eating. I'm not thinking the health department visits there much.)
There is actually a strange story about the squirrel. The lady in the picture came in while we were eating and told everyone to be on the lookout for an overly friendly squirrel. (Overly friendly? Is it going to come up and say "hi?" Is it going to jump out of a tree and land on our shoulders, causing much screaming and running to ensue? Does it have rabies and is going to come find us all and kill us? What are the characterists of an "overly friendly squirrel?") She apparently raised 2 squirrels from the time they were babies and one had gotten out that morning. She then proceeded to take off her jacket and this squirrel was on her back. (I envisioned the whole squirrel scene from National Lampoon's vacation at that point, but that is irrelevant. :-)) The squirrel that got away was named Nutmeg. Later in the day, this lady was wandering around the campground calling, "Nutmeg, Nuuuutmeeeeg." Needless to say, we would all get the giggles when we heard it. It was quite the strange situation.
The campground had a petting farm. The kids got to milk the cows. (We actually had the milk at breakfast the next morning - fresh from the cows, no pasteurization. Again, where IS the health department???)
(I felt sorry for this cow. There were so many pictures taken of it's nether regions and no one was looking at it's face. I felt sorry for it and took a picture of it's face. And then I petted it and told it how sorry I was that we were all up in it's personal space. She forgave me.)
Here is a picture of the scenery that you could see from our campground. Isn't it beautiful?? I just love, love, love autumn!
Here is a picture of the scenery that you could see from our campground. Isn't it beautiful?? I just love, love, love autumn!
This picture is not from our campground, but from pretty close to it.
There were also built in trampolines there:
J. trying to help put up the tent. (Nice biceps, girl!)
M. walked out onto this tree that had fallen into the creek. She then decided to practice her beam routine one the tree. While surrounded by water.
By the way, notice the short sleeves? They were all well and good as long as the sun was up. As soon as it went down, it was beyond cold. One poor person on the trip woke up one morning with icecicles in her hair. M. and I ended up going and sleeping in the truck at one point. It was in the 30's at night. I don't "do" cold. Brr.
Scary self portrait of me sitting next to my baby girl.
Thanksgiving post and pictures are in the works. Hope to have that up before Christmas.
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