Sensory Silly

Two children, two different sensory issues.  Joel, sensory seeking but not in the tactile area.  He, like myself, prefers not to have anything touching his skin... a piece of hair, grass, fuzz... doesn't matter, he doesn't like it.  Kaeden, prefers deep sensations tactilly (sp?).  If he sees a pile of dirt, he runs for it full steam ahead--jumps in, rolls in it (would probably get naked if he had the chance), and then puts it into his mouth to get further input. 

So today, we get sand for the boys sandbox, that's been sitting outside for over a year now... empty.  Joel, stands outside the box looking... shovel in hand, thinking "hmm, how can I play with this fun stuff without having to touch or stand in it?" and Kaeden, he grabs a shovel, throws it, dumps a bucket into the sandbox... fills it, and dumps the bucket over his head... all the while desperately trying to burry himself in sand--while sitting outside the box on the patio.

Why we would want to build in the sandbox is beyond me--cause we're far more fun than typical.  ...just saying.

These boys of mine... so silly, so unique, so wonderful.  As time goes on and we're learning more and more about the sensory issues that effect them and how to deal better with them, life is getting so much more amazing.  They're fun.  They're goofy.  They're gifts, and I plan to cherish them (even if I wonder what's going on in their crazy little heads half the time).

Til next time...

The "Wanted" Poster...

Oh Joel and Kaeden, what tangled webs we weave.

Today was an amazing day in the life of a friend of mine.  Years ago she was "undecided" about the concept of God, Jesus, and Christianity in general.  Today, I was blessed to sit along side of her as she publicly accepted Christ as her savior.  Praise God. 

While our intent was to surprise her with our arrival, we had to find out what service time she would be attending, so she got wind that we were coming.  She added us to her luncheon plans, which was provided by the church.  Sweet, unexpected, appreciated--sort of.

The unfortunate situation that occured has likely resulted in our children's pictures being placed on a "wanted" poster of sorts, preventing them from ever stepping foot into the facillity again--but hey, God still loves their crazy selves anyhow.  It's okay.

So, the story, of course--right?

I picked the boys up from the nursery.  We then went into the luncheon area to wait for our friend.  The wonderful helpers at the church got a few of the attachable high chairs for the kids.  Not wanting to cause issue, Kaeden and another little guy got into their seats (which, I unfortunately made a "cool" thing, leaving Joel wanting for a special chair).  Joel in turn began acting up--pouring glasses of water on the table, pulling on the table cloth, and irritating the other children with the hopes that he'd get put into a chair as well.  No such luck little guy--there weren't anymore of the attachable chairs!  As a last ditch effort, Joel picked up his sippy cup and launched it.  Now--this unfortunately isn't a new trick.  I should have seen it coming.  What I didn't foresee was the bowl of croutons and the bowl of salad dressing that was in the center of the table being nailed by his sippy cup and being shot directly into the lap of a woman who was waiting for her group of friends as well.

And, I suppose nobody would have seen anything except that she screamed (shocking, right?  Most of us would calmly sit as a sippy full of juice, a bowl of salad dressing, and a bowl of croutons flew into our face/lap/shirt, no?).  It was about that point that all heck broke loose and I decided 'nope, we're heading home'. 

Ironic that the lady at the door asked if we wanted a roll of bread to help the boys calm down (because I suppose the roll would be less traumatic for Joel's tablemates as he sent that flying, right?). 

"Jesus loves the little children".  ...I'm thinkin' Jesus was a boxer, or was much more capable of dodging flying objects as compared to us lay people.  ...just sayin.

Til next time... 
Joel and Kaeden's Mommy (who, btw, is thinking about investing in a hockey mask)

Poeticism... for my boys.

Many days we wake up, fresh and full of life
To be real, by breakfast, I'm half ready to die
Exhausted from diapers, tantrums, helping you to eat
Thinking of the rest of the days stress leaves me really beat.

Then playtime happens and it's screams of "NO" and "MINE"
and tantrums, hitting, kicking, passing that imaginary sanity line.
Just when I think I can't take anymore the clock then starts to ding
Reminding me that it's naptime, and relaxing time can begin.

Dishes, laundry, cleaning... prepping for the night
A moment or two of sanity regaining future sight
Soon I hear the noise of "Mama I awake!"
I think to myself whew, that was a nice break.

Happiness and delight with my little partners in crime
hoping for an outting trip, escaping from inside
To see their little eyes aglare, and feet running wild and free
It fills the best desire of happiness, deep inside of me.

My adorable little buddies, creaters of happiness and stress
Gifts of life galore, for they truly are the best
I complain far too often of the difficulties of life
Though in my heart I know, without them would never be right

I graciously accept my future... full of craziness, impulsiveness and love
With knowledge that these angels were sent from God above
Though my future will end up being crazier and even more than wild
you're a gift to teach me patience and love through the innocence of a child