tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21126088842804863942024-03-19T05:05:00.538-07:00Ride The SpiralMaybe it's not about the ending, maybe it's about the story.Analiliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15382320472120413957noreply@blogger.comBlogger285125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112608884280486394.post-8180835728785369102018-03-27T09:27:00.000-07:002018-03-27T09:27:14.229-07:00Getting a little bit older.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I started this blog wanting to document my daily on-goings. It started out that way and I had many posts that talked about what was going on in my life. Now that it's been almost 8 years, things have started to settle with dust. I've contemplated over and over again about deleting the blog but there are so many wonderful moments on here. It's practically a journal. So many things have happened from a miscarriage, to finding out we were pregnant, to the birth of our first child--a son named Michael, work, life, and everything else in between. I don't think I'll ever part with this blog no matter how I am feeling at the moment. Maybe I'll sit at my laptop one day and just start writing without stopping, but for now, a post at a time.<br />
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On a different note, Spring Break is here and oh my! It was much needed. Michael and I have such a hectic schedule every day, it wears us both down. From going to school from 9-3pm and then ABA therapy for another 3 hours, plus homework and our nightly routine. It's exhausting (another reason why I haven't been back) and it's been only a few years. All of the hard work is paying off though, a lot of progress has been done and we still have quite the journey to go. Hopefully I can get mini breaks from our schedule to just pop on in and say hello around here. I do miss it.<br />
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<i><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">An extinction procedure is essentially an intervention that makes a behavior occur less often or stop occurring altogether:</span></i> <i><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Extinction procedures apply the "principle of extinction" which proposes that because behaviors occur for a reason - they get us things we want - if we stop getting what we want after we engage in a certain behavior then that behavior will eventually stop occurring because it no longer serves any purpose for us.</span></i><i><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">
Said another way, any behavior we engage in will become "extinct" (stop occurring) if it no longer has a <a href="http://www.educateautism.com/behavioural-principles/functions-of-behaviour.html" target="new window">function.</a></span></i><i><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">Applying the principle of extinction to implement an extinction procedure means that you would deliberately stop allowing a behavior - a “target behavior” - to obtain the reinforcing outcome(s) that the behavior has always previously gotten. This procedure then makes the behavior ineffective and so it will occur less and less until it eventually stops altogether.</span></i><i><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">You could describe it as a procedure where you would stop giving the behaviour “what it wants” and what it has always gotten in the past.</span></i></blockquote>
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<i>So far it seems to be working. This past week has proven to be working. One of the tasks that needs to be worked on is tooth brushing. Boy! Does he not like that. Once that task comes up, everything goes out the window. Literally! Michael began throwing items at both his tutor and myself. This behavior lasted for about an hour, even after his tutor had to leave. I didn't know what else to do and just walked straight into the bathroom. I sat down and cried. I could feel the weight of the items (possibly books) being thrown at the door. I've never felt this helpless before. After about 15 minutes of being inside, I walked out. Michael came up to me and just said "Im sorry you are having a bad day." It took a lot for me to not yell that it was me, but in all honesty, I was. His tutor and I received some reinforcement and we are now better equipped. He has now calmed down a lot quicker from that behavior and we praise him for it. Whew!<br />
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A lot of these sessions take a toll on me. My husband had a week off from work to heal from his surgery and has witnessed how much work is done with Michael during his work hours. When people ask me what I do, he explains in the most prideful way how much work I do. That sort of pride with how hard I work is what helps me keep pushing forward and give everything I can to our son. It's a lot of hard work, I won't lie, and most days I don't even know how I do it. We talk about another child, but that's for another post. However,<br />
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That post was written in October. It's been sitting in waiting to be finished since then. However, a lot has changed.<br />
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Michael now brushes his teeth when asked, and about 80% of the time does it with out complaints. New Foods is also a task we do during session time. We have don't have a lot of non-compliance like we used to for trying out new foods. He's matured a lot. We see it.<br />
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Speaking of maturity, Michael is now 6 years old. We don't do birthday parties as it takes a toll on him with being around so many people, but we did celebrate it. We started on Sunday the 2nd of April and continues until Tuesday April 04th. On Sunday, our day started with our annual trip to Toys R Us to choose toys he wants, to dinner at Chilli's. Monday evening, we spent it at my parents house where two of his cousins came over for a pizza party and birthday fun. Tuesday, we kept it low key and it was just the three of us.<br />
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Michael started school and is officially a Kindergartener. Funny how I started this blog with pregnancy updates and now he's in kindergarten. That's how easy and fast time flies by. Quick! He's doing great in kindergarten. He has even gotten a pair of glasses to help him focus. Yes, we are officially a family of 3 who all wear glasses--dark rimmed ones to be exact, which converse. Somehow the inner geek in me smiles at that statement. </div>
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We have also started Applies Behavioral Analysis Therapy (ABA Therapy) along with Social Group Therapy. The 1:1 started out nice and easy. I could do it! But that was to establish a trusting relationship. Now today, we started the real sessions. It was intense! I felt my heart melt so quickly. I just wanted to jump in there and swoop him out of there--my own home. The therapists weren't being pushy nor aggressive, he just didn't want to try new foods. One day we will get there, one day. </div>
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On a different note, my husband is finally getting his second surgery. After months and months of insurance issues and starting a new job, we can finally say that it's healing time. It turns out that aside from his ACL, PCL, and MCL, he also tore the miniscus. What a doozy! He's been out of the boxing world for a bit over 7 months. He does not like it at all. I'm sure it will take a full year from the point he tore everything until he can fully function as a boxer. He too will get there.</div>
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Right now we are mourning another loss. My cousin lost his wife to a tragic car accident. His twin 2yr olds made it but not without one being in a critical state. The 2yr old boy is healing wonderfully though, all while his twin sister had very minimal injuries. I just pray that they can heal so they can move on. ❤️</div>
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Analiliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15382320472120413957noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112608884280486394.post-62964445415124832132016-08-05T12:11:00.000-07:002016-08-05T12:16:26.121-07:00Endless Summer<p align="center"><img style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px" border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v635/xxkinkykittenxx/45EF3CE3-B911-47A7-B356-C99DFF2A528D_zpsmk5tapjj.jpg" width="500" height="500" /></p> <p align="left">Since Summer School has ended, we have had our mornings full of fun. Which was the plan. All of this is brand spankin’ new to me. Yes, I have been a mommy for almost 5.5 years, however, I am a homebody. I do like to venture our and have fun. I do like to go out with my son and do our thing—but its usually errands or appointments. For me, to actually get out and do something just to do something—that is like WHOA! You know what? I kind of actually liked these past couple of weeks. I liked going out and doing something instead of just being lazy at home and only leaving home for errands and appointments. This is huge! <br /> <br />I’m hoping that the rest of his little summer vacation is full of more adventures. We only have a few weeks left and I’m going to be excited to surprise him with new memories to come—especially since the weather is perfect for it and the heat wave is gone. <br /> <br /><img style="float: none; margin-left: auto; display: block; margin-right: auto" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v635/xxkinkykittenxx/830082CC-60D4-4F3F-A8BE-95A88103E085_zpscigvb8ke.jpg" width="500" height="375" /> <br /> <br /><img style="float: none; margin-left: auto; display: block; margin-right: auto" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v635/xxkinkykittenxx/EC2C77AC-1C76-4692-81BE-52569CAB70E7_zpsmrtnbsad.jpg" width="500" height="667" /> <br /> <br /><img style="float: none; margin-left: auto; display: block; margin-right: auto" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v635/xxkinkykittenxx/95187472-9CB2-4D47-A664-E29B14A03FDB_zpsyne6eqif.jpg" width="500" height="667" /></p> <p align="center"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v635/xxkinkykittenxx/A202592B-3689-4F03-B654-1F4518B32F40_zpsqxvggjcn.jpg" width="500" height="667" /></p> <p align="center"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v635/xxkinkykittenxx/A58DD96D-0E3F-40A0-AFFA-F24CADFE6D55_zpssjl1fsw8.jpg" width="500" height="667" /></p> <p align="center"></p> <p align="center"></p> <p align="center"></p> <p align="center"></p> <p align="center"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v635/xxkinkykittenxx/70B3CEDC-0647-4EBA-9CF3-F00C11DB9F2D_zpsfhovjhyz.jpg" width="500" height="667" /></p> <p align="center"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v635/xxkinkykittenxx/5DEF8B62-B94E-45CD-95D9-FDFE77F0FC3B_zps8bwqhlyu.jpg" width="500" height="667" /></p>Analiliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15382320472120413957noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112608884280486394.post-71814150472339122292016-07-22T14:42:00.001-07:002016-08-01T10:52:33.021-07:00Summer time is Adventure Time + ReviewWe are finally done with Summer School and Swim Classes. It has made our lives quite busy these past couple of weeks. I'm really hoping that now that Michael has a break from school that he takes well to the change. Here's hoping for a great start next week!<br />
Now that Michael is 5 and he’s a lot more verbal, I thought we should have more adventures together. It’s not easy having a child who is on the Spectrum (regardless where he may fall on it) because it makes day-to-day life quite unpredictable. Some days we could have a picture perfect day out and it gives me hope to be able to venture out again. Then we have days where one thing triggers a meltdown and you have the entire section at Target or Wal-mart staring at you. Those are the days that aren’t fun—especially for him. BUT!!! We are going to take it one day at a time and hope for the best. Summer vacation is when memories are made, and we inted to do just that. <br />
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Ever since the school district recommended Michael attend Special Education Classes, they also recommended that he attend Summer School. Poor guy hasn't had a break since he turned 3 years old. However, this is just a small sacrifice for a brighter future. Now that summer is here once again, we are trying to cram a few activities before his Summer School starts back up again. This time, we are doing swim class!<br />
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I'm not a swimmer. I never learned. My parents never really took us 4 to the water parks or beaches to enjoy the summer. We mainly stayed indoors and just--laid there. Now that I am a parent, I want Michael to learn to swim. It's a very important skill to have. Now that summer is here once again, we signed him up--and he's loving it! He's a slow learner so I think we may have to re-sign him up for another class or private lessons after his current session ends. That's okay. I'm sure he wouldn't mind jumping into the pool every day after school now. Who wouldn't with this 100 + weather we've had here all week--and it's just starting!<br />
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Now that he's learning to swim, I too have signed up for classes. I'm a little intimidated since the swim instructors are either high school age or just graduated high school. Oh well, it's only for two weeks and it's a something I have always wanted to learn. I just hope I am not the oldest student in my group, which is quite likely since the class is for 12 and older. My being the older. Ha ha! I'll write about <i>my adventures</i> when it comes.<br /><br />Analiliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15382320472120413957noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112608884280486394.post-74634833952678018262016-05-05T14:31:00.002-07:002016-05-05T22:05:52.069-07:00Our New Normal.I'm up at about 6am Monday through Friday. I stagger over to the kitchen and grab our coffee grounds to add to the coffee machine. Three times out of five, I clumsily end up with about a third of the grounds on the countertop versus the coffee filter. Six in the morning for most isn't too early, but for some reason my body doesn't like it.<br />
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After the wonderful smell of coffee starts to drench our morning air, I can feel my senses start to wake up. This is when I head on over the bathroom and try to deflate the morning mess of a puffy face that I have going on. A shower would do much better, but I'd have to wake up much earlier than that--let's face it, I suck in the mornings. </div>
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After I wake up a wee bit more and finish my morning ritual in the bathroom, it's time to wake up the 5 year old child. If you think I can't function, ha! I try to wake him up and make sure he's fully awake before we all rush out the door. However, I still have to gather his outfit for the day before heading to my mom's. </div>
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That seems to be the common phrase around this ole blog of mine. There really isn't really an excuse as to WHY I have been gone for so long. But what's new? I just post whenever I get a little nudge in my head that says, "Hey!! Remember that blog of yours?" or whenever there is a wee bit of downtime from the every day life. Around these parts, a ton has been happening and yet nothing has been happening at the same time. It's like little waves of "happenings" happen and then its just--nothing. But isn't life like that anyways? Let's go back a few weeks....<br />
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The Friday before Easter, my husband had a rematch. For those of you who don't know or are new, my husband is an amateur boxer (a license to fight during shows, but not get paid.) as a hobby. A few weeks prior to that, he had a match with the same guy who he lost to. The Easter fight was the rematch to that guy. However he "technically" lost that one. During round 2 of the match (3 rounds total) he stepped back to avoid a punch and slipped. The slip caused a dislocation of his right knee which landed him on a ride via the ambulance to the ER. During his little stint at the hospital we learned that he tore 3 out of 4 ligaments on that knee. Bad. All bad. He had an operation to fix one of the 3 ligaments but still needs 2 more surgeries to fix the other two and tons of physical therapy. So for the past 3 weeks, I've been running around like a chicken with its' head cut off. Everywhere. Which also meant that my son has a new schedule for the mornings. But wanna know what the silver lining is---I'm not working anymore. I haven't since New Years. That's another story for another post. But that was our silver lining this year--my being a stay at home mom/chauffeur t o my husband.<br />
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As for our little boy who no longer is a little boy if you ask him, he's doing great. He just turned 5 a week ago and it's such an amazing yet bittersweet feeling. I love that he's getting so big yet miss his being so small. He's still in pre-k and will be "graduating" to Kindergarten next year. Michael isn't quite ready to transition to General Ed Class yet and we are so hoping ABT (Applied Behavior Therapy for his Autism) will help with his Social and Sensory issues. He's so smart and I know with a little more help he will get there. This kid will be making changes in this world, just watch.<br /><br />
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Earlier this month. Or was it last month? I forget. I received a wonderful box from Influenster (Fiesta Vox Box.) I was selected to try products and give them my real honest opinion. Not hard since a lot of the items were items I was already familiar with. <br />
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The first item was a make-up item. This brightened up my day to see it in the box. I already owned this product and I can tell you that I love it! It's really affordable and just a holy grail for many make-up enthused people. It's the <span class="st"><em>New York Color</em> Smooth Skin <em>Bronzing</em> Face Powder in <em>Sunny</em> 720. It's the perfect shade to contour and to add a little color. A small tip, after you contour, add this in your eyelid crease to add instant shadow. It looks amazing on everyone. It's well under $5.00</span> and aside from being great to your wallet, it's also quite comparable dupe (Dupe = duplication) for Benefit's Hula which around $28.00. See what i mean?<br />
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Body lotion was my second item in the Fiesta VoxBox. Who doesn't love lotion? Who doesn't want soft skin? I know I don't and was glad that I was able to try out <i>Suave's Smoothing with Cocoa Butter & Shea Body Lotion</i>. The scent was light, which I loved, and it did help with the dryness that this "It's cold in the morning and hot by the afternoon" kind of weather we have been experiencing. So it fit great in our little family. <br />
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A couple of food items were in the Fiesta Box too. Which I didn't get to enjoy. Let me tell you why. The first one was a protein bar that my kid decided it was for him and said he loved it. I'll take his word for it. It was the Premier Protein Bar in Chocolate Chunk. Yep, that was gone before I even realized it. The other two were coupons to redeem at my local grocery store for Orowheat Whole Grain (my husband's favorite, so he was excited to try a type of bread through their line) and Daisy the Sour Cream (I'm lactose intolerant, so I couldn't really do a feedback on this one.)<br />
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A little bit ago I received a package in the mail. It was from Influenster. Inside of the box was a teeny weeny little package that just had a wonderful aroma. Yum. I knew I was going to like this package. It was a little vile with a sample from Calvin Klein. Oh my goodness, it smelled so wonderful and I couldn't wait to spritz it all over my husband. <br />
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<br />Just and FYI: I received these products complimentary from Influenster for testing purposes.Analiliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15382320472120413957noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112608884280486394.post-88083872704177504942015-02-02T11:24:00.000-08:002015-02-02T11:32:34.950-08:00Top Chef Sacramento<div dir="ltr" style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.6000003814697px;">
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<i><b>Hi. My name is Lily and my child has Autism.</b></i><br />
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I never thought it would be hard to write a sentence that was so simple, yet complex at the same time. That up there is what has been going on for the past several months. That up there is why I haven't been back on this little ole blogger of mine. That up there is what has changed many things for us. So let me start from the beginning, shall I?<br />
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Back in October, right before Halloween, I ran into Michael's speech therapist. She had just finished one of the sessions with him in his class. She asked me, "Has anyone ever mention the possibility of Michael being on the spectrum?" My world paused. You know, sort of like when Zack Morris on Saved By The Bell did it time and time again. Yep, just like that. Only this time it wasn't a pause for some funny commentary but this time everything was silent only for the sound of my heart falling into pieces and echoing as they hit the floor. My child on the spectrum? No. I know he was delayed with speech, but to place him there too? I snapped back and I asked her many questions. She answered them the best way she could and said that I would be getting a phone call for another assessment but this time not for speech. I nodded and said "Thank you" without looking too shakey from just receiving the news. How do I mention to my husband about the conversation I just had? How do I even process this? How do I....? <i>(We did have the conservation btw.)</i><br />
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After many IEP meetings, assessments, and evaluations with the school district, it was determined that my little boy, my perfect little boy, does indeed fall in the spectrum. He seems to fall under the "high functioning" category which seems to describe him extremely well. We are in the process of getting him diagnosed medically (in fact, he has an appointment today) to see what our options are and what we can do to help him.<br />
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We are still learning what it means to have Autism and what we can do as parents to help him develop a normal functioning life. Our families know and have been the most supportive they have ever been. They too want to help in any way possible. They love him oh so very much, and that is all we ask from them--acceptance. <br />
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September came rather quickly this year and so did Michael's first day of preschool. I knew it was coming and all through the month of August I was filled with mixed feelings and questions. Will he like it? Will he hate it? Will he make friends? I'm excited and yet I am a bit nervous as how he would do. He's been in a similar setting at his back-up daycare (my mom is our primary day care) where they host morning preschool for kids his age...but this time it would be constant--a bit more serious. Like I said, mixed feelings and questions.<br />
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The first week is over and so far so good. His teachers are absolutely amazing and are willing to work with you if you ever did need their support. He has 1 main preschool teacher and 3 teacher aids--all who are again fantastic! Especially since Michael is still having a tough time communicating when he needs to go potty. I've let them know that he will go if you guide him, but again, you have to guide him. This is the longest milestone we have ever dealt with, but we will get there.</div>
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I'm super excited over Halloween as this year as last year he got the whole Trick-or-treat idea. This year will be better with just the mere idea that he will have school as part of it. If everything is still the same, every student wears their costume and parades around the blacktop as the school's Halloween tradition (my brother's are alumni's.) This is so exciting.<br />
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I can finally say, “I am not pulling the weeds out this weekend. I’m allergic.”  <br /> <br />I had an appointment earlier yesterday for allergies since they have been really bad for me. I was really hoping that my job wasn’t the culprit. For those of you who don’t know, I work as the front desk  for a local grooming salon in my city.  Since seasonal allergies were always a culprit I figured that it had gotten worse with pet dander from my job. A test was taken and it was determined that that was a lie. Ha! However, I am allergic to all grasses and weeds. There went my weekend job. <br /> <br />I was asked to undress the top half and wear a paper smock. Soon after, I was poked like 50 times on my back with all sorts of allergies. Within minutes, welts started to appear and my back felt like I had rolled around in an ant hill. I was told not to touch my back and to let it sit for twenty minutes. Those twenty minutes felt like an eternity! To top it off, my 3 year old toddler wasn’t being entertained by my iphone anymore. How fun! I did everything I could to entertain him and to keep my mind off my itchy back.  The clock finally beeped it’s twenty minutes and I was given a cream to relieve the itch. It felt like heaven!! <br /> <br />So there you go folks, I am officially allergic to yard work.</p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-T8NReEaHkOM/UzDUQnYw35I/AAAAAAAACFI/4inZuDNWdxc/s1600-h/myback3%25255B7%25255D.png"><img title="myback3" style="border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; padding-right: 0px" border="0" alt="myback3" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-ZyVpLKKTNOw/UzDURfnDOWI/AAAAAAAACFQ/icoT7d2otv4/myback3_thumb%25255B5%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="141" height="377" /></a></p> <p align="center"></p> Analiliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15382320472120413957noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112608884280486394.post-44793801881326548752014-03-17T17:39:00.001-07:002014-03-17T17:39:34.470-07:00This weekend….<p align="left">Was quite warm! It’s technically still Winter, but it felt like late Spring yesterday—low 80’s. It was nice, and since the sun was out shinning, we took advantage of it. We had received some tickets to the local zoo and have been itching to visit since we received said tickets. However, the weather has been weird with on and off rain (which I won’t complain since we need it) and now we have nice warmth and ran with it.  Our morning rituals were in full force (you know those dreaded morning chores of cleaning house and feeding the family) and we got ready to head out. I was so eager to leave the house that I didn’t even blow dry my hair (and let me tell you, my hair is not the “let it air dry” type. Frizz! ) or do much with it aside from a top knot and head band. Like I said, we wanted to enjoy the warm California sun. <br /> <br />We started our visit with the Reptile House where it’s hot and humid. We zig-zagged like crazy and showed Michael the big reptiles (boas and crocodiles.) We saw quite a few animals awake and walking around. 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From the moment it was "diagnosed," I have shared that my son has a speech delay. I hear kids his age talk in full sentences and sometimes I wonder, "Where did I go wrong?" I sometimes blame myself for this. <i>Should I have read more stories to him? Should I have sung more to him? Was I not active enough with him?</i> Every single question where I doubt myself as a mother comes through my head. Then there are moments where I listen carefully and see that he is still learning. I have to listen to him to see that he is truly trying his best. Like today, I caught him singing the theme song to "Spider-man" while brushing his teeth. As I heard him singing it, I ran to grab my phone and "tried" to capture whatever little bit I could of him singing. I just got the chorus, but at least he is trying. The other day, I head him sing <i>Twinkle Twinkle Little Star</i> from beginning to end. Hubster and I gasped! Yes, he is trying and even if he doesn't speak to us in full sentences yet, I know he will one day. <br />
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Didn't 2013 just end and now we are entering Spring 2014? Time sure is going by rather quickly. So much so that birthdays are once again coming to a complete circle. Hubster already had his this past weekend and it was a blast! As usual, we did a PPV fight of one of the well known Boxers he loves and had dinner (made by his mom...tamales anyone?) Everyone came and had a blast. Yet again I forgot to snap some pictures. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. Now the next birthday will be for the most beautiful little boy I know, and yes I am biased, my son Michael. He will be three in a matter of weeks and have yet to figure out what to do. I don't think we are doing anything big like a party or whatsoever, perhaps just take him out somewhere and have fun. We want to do something fun but small. See what my dilemma is?<br /><br />A few weekends ago, we decided to take part of the special offer our local Children's Museum had. We basically paid for two tickets and one of us got in for free. It was a good deal for a good time (ha ha!) The museum had many areas for imagination play. One of the favorites (and we tried to steer clear from) was the train table (he has one at home.) He did however love the art window. He loved painting the window and watching the Museum clerks hose it down. All I heard him say, "Wow! It's amazing!" Fun I tell ya! Another area offered water play for the kids. There were sprinklers, hoses, toys, and tubes to let the water flow. It helped teaching Michael learn how water creates movement. This place is definitely one where I would recommend taking your child again. Definitely a repeat!<br />
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<br />Analiliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15382320472120413957noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112608884280486394.post-80919094334637432392014-02-25T21:47:00.001-08:002014-02-26T14:05:15.148-08:00What have I been up to?There are times after I am off work where I rush to my mom's to pick up Michael, and then I rush home in order to have dinner ready for when Steve gets home. Some times I plan it out so well that I can have it all be just ready for when he's walking through the door, other times I don't have that much time and a quick fixer upper is what I needed.Tonight was one of those nights, which is why I ran into my make-shift pantry and pulled out a box I had on my shelf for moments like this--<a href="http://www.kraftrecipes.com/products/kraft-recipe-makers.aspx" target="_blank">Kraft Recipe Makers</a>. FYI, by no means am I sponsored or whatever with Kraft, this is just me doing a "I ran out of time to whip something up, so I need something yummy and quick!" Which is where the Chicken Bruschetta came in to the rescue....<br />
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Aside from the delicious meal that we just had, potty training is the new theme in our house. How is it going? Not too well I might say. Michael will go potty if you sit him down long enough, but he just won't tell you when he needs to go--which is the frustrating part. Especially when you turn around for a second and then hear, "Fire!" coming from the living room. That's Michael yelling with excitement about how he is putting out imaginary fire with his fireman-pee-pee-hose. Maybe the whole cheerio method may work for this Fire Fighter wannabe. It doesn't hurt to try anything once as long as it works, right?<br />
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Since the weather around NorCal has been very warm and in the 70's, the trees and flowers seem to think that Spring has sprung early. Along with the nice weather, allergies have come to wreak havoc for everyone who suffers from it. Luckily we get a break come tomorrow. Rain! Rain has been something we have been lacking for quite some time and it's very much welcomed. Especially from me.<br />
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Analiliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15382320472120413957noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2112608884280486394.post-89841406305409933792014-01-23T11:14:00.001-08:002014-01-24T09:40:36.504-08:00Busy bee + Gold StarsIm at work and a wee bit sad. My co-workers are going to Disneyland via our job next month and I am not going. It's my decision not to go. I would love to go and CAN go but it doesn't make sense to me to be gone for almost a whole week (its mostly work related via trade shows and one day at Disneyland) and have to pay for a sitter when I am not getting paid. Know what I mean? Steve would be home and dropping Michael off at my mom's while he worked but that is a loss financially if I am not working to pay for a sitter. Being responsible sucks sometimes. Gotta do what you gotta do, right? I figure it's still early in the year and perhaps we can save up for a trip in the Fall when we both have time off from work. Maybe we can go on our own to Disneyland, right?
I've been so busy lately when transitional stuff for Michael's speech therapy. I've had meetings with the School Board in order to get referrals to see the home school speech therapist. Then we have an evaluation this weekend for another speech evaluation on Saturday. It's all my planner is full of....speech appointments. But it's all worth it for my kidd-o and his well being.
On a random and nerdy/dork/all me note: I reached thirty stars on my Starbucks Rewards. When I reached "10 Stars until Gold" status, I freaked out! We usually don't get coffee unless we are out and about, but it's weekends only. But since I was THAT close, I made events/outings just so we can get one and get more stars. Now that I am of the Gold Status kind, I have "9 Stars until your Free Drink" since for every 12 you get 1 free.... I don't see this going well.<br />
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