When we bought our house, we gutted (tore walls down and re-drywalled, tore out almost all the floors, painted, etc...) and redid almost everything. When it was discovered that our house had faulty wiring, the money we had set aside for new laminate floors (and a couple other things) went to the electrician... So we ended up keeping our dated and coming apart parquet floors in the living room, covering the kitchen floor with floating linoleum, and carpeting the dining room and "cafe room" (which is actually considered to be a Florida Room but I call it our cafe). While I don't mind carpet, our carpet just so happens to be in the room that comes off of the garage. No matter how often I vacuum and spot clean, there is NO way to keep up with the cleaning... Especially with a toddler and a newly crawling baby... For this reason our first cosmetic splurge since we bought the house 2.5 years ago will be to put laminate down throughout the entire first floor... And to say that I can't wait is really understating my excitement. We're hopefully getting it installed at the end of March while we are in Vegas.
Because I was 6-9 months pregnant while the renovations were happening, we chose one color (I think it's called Desert Sand) for pretty much the entire house. It's a very neutral color and as much as I love its versatility, I am soooo tired of seeing it in almost every single room. But since our floors are coming up, there's no time like the present to paint (less worrying about dripping). We're painting the living room, kitchen, and kitchen cabinets. And I just painted the dining room. I still wanted neutral colors but more warm and cozy... The color we chose for the dining room is called Seine and is Valspar High Def. There was no need to prime and it took a total of 3 or 4 hours to prep, paint, and clean up. I could not be happier with the results. Here are before and after pictures (so you can see the color change). The new color also inspired me to move our gallery wraps by Michelle Klein (michellekleinphotography.com) from the living room to the dining room. Now the first thing I see when I walk in the door are my beautiful boys :). If you're in Central Illinois, please seek her out for pictures of your family. She is a dream to work with and has become an extension of our family.
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Sunday, February 3, 2013
Friday, February 1, 2013
Nautical Love
Not much of a long blog today...
Baby Colin decided that this week was the week he was going to become mobile (via crawling). He'll be 8 months old in 4 days and that makes him a few weeks younger than Shane was when he first started moguling all over the house... The month before Shane's first birthday, he started walking and running. We were already a couple months pregnant with Colin by that point in Shane's life and when Colin Boy decided to start crawling this week it hit me in the face just how quickly time passes!
From there, my busy mind decided that I would procrastinate on my dissertation for the night by looking up some ideas for Colin's first birthday (which is still FOUR months away... but let's face it... cute lil first birthdays are way more fun to plan than statistics and research designs...).
My parents always had us on boats (mostly sail boats) and since Colin was born in June, we decided that a nautical sailing theme would be more than appropriate for his birthday. We might change our mind (he still has 1/3 of the way left to go before he gets to that party) but just in case, I decided to create some art for him as a keepsake. And since my parents are sailors, maybe I'll share the wealth with them too. I created this ALL in Microsoft PowerPoint and Paint. I am pretty excited about it... I may even find a place to hang it in the kids' bathroom...
Here goes!
Baby Colin decided that this week was the week he was going to become mobile (via crawling). He'll be 8 months old in 4 days and that makes him a few weeks younger than Shane was when he first started moguling all over the house... The month before Shane's first birthday, he started walking and running. We were already a couple months pregnant with Colin by that point in Shane's life and when Colin Boy decided to start crawling this week it hit me in the face just how quickly time passes!
From there, my busy mind decided that I would procrastinate on my dissertation for the night by looking up some ideas for Colin's first birthday (which is still FOUR months away... but let's face it... cute lil first birthdays are way more fun to plan than statistics and research designs...).
My parents always had us on boats (mostly sail boats) and since Colin was born in June, we decided that a nautical sailing theme would be more than appropriate for his birthday. We might change our mind (he still has 1/3 of the way left to go before he gets to that party) but just in case, I decided to create some art for him as a keepsake. And since my parents are sailors, maybe I'll share the wealth with them too. I created this ALL in Microsoft PowerPoint and Paint. I am pretty excited about it... I may even find a place to hang it in the kids' bathroom...
Here goes!
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Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Our Signing Journey
When I tell a story about our two-year-old and all of his cute, hilarious, smart, grumpy, and otherwise terrible two's-esque antics. Of all of the stories I tell about him (which are never in short supply), the most commented on and asked about are the ones that include his signing (using American Sign Language). I tend to hear some of the same questions from a lot of different people and lately, as his ASL and Spoken English are developing (age appropriately) at an incredible rate, I've realized just how "foreign" signing is to the "mainstreamed" community around us. I've put a lot of thought into how to address most of the questions as they arise and yesterday I decided to put my thoughts and our journey into writing. This will likely be a long blog (I'm not short winded, in the least bit, anyway, but this journey for me has been just shy of 25 years long). Below, you'll find my personal experience, our family's experience, and my professional experience relating to signing. Enjoy!
Question: Why are you teaching him Sign Language? Is there something "wrong" with him?
Answer: Nope! Our son is a typical child, at least so far! In fact, in true mother fashion, I'll argue that he's gifted (as I will argue about my nephews, nieces, younger son, siblings, and cousins). In fact, so far, he has reached or exceeded all of his developmental milestones. When he was born, however, he had an attached frenulum (medically referred to as ankyloglossia). In short, the "stringy thing" (frenulum) on the bottom of his tongue attached at the very tip of his tongue, making him "tongue-tied." My older sister, Kelli, and a couple of my cousins also were tongue-tied at birth and so this was something that was recognized right away. My mom (a dental hygienist) had the wherewithal to have Kelli's clipped around age 2 when she was put under anesthetics for a separate procedure. Kelli, to my knowledge, has never had issues with speech, but hers was clipped at a young enough age to not interfere. I do know a handful of people whose tongues were not clipped until after a few years of speech pathology were deemed ineffective. (Imagine having restrictions on how far your tongue can reach... R's, S's, Th's, and L's are pretty tough to do for some kids with ankyloglossia for this reason). Anyway, years ago, physicians stopped clipping the tongue for speech reasons (it is thought that it doesn't always play a role in speech delays) but will clip it if feeding and nutrition are being affected. Well, when you have a child who is over 10lb at birth, it is difficult, to say the least, to convince somebody you're concerned that he may be at risk for malnutrition haha. All jokes aside, we were unable to find somebody who was willing to clip his tongue. Though you can still see the adhesion of the frenulum to the tip of his tongue, it seems as though it is self-correcting via stretching. Well, being in the social services field, I could be guilty of being hypersensitive to recognizing the future problems that this could have on him (being teased for a speech impediment, mostly) and so I was not thrilled when all of my efforts were nullified and his tongue remained heart shaped. That said, I also have a few tricks up my sleeve for my second (and biggest) concern: that speech would be difficult for him and he would frustrate easily with us not being able to understand his attempts at communication. The most effective trick is that I am teaching him (and my husband) Sign Language.
Question: So you're teaching him Sign Language because he's going to have a hard time talking?
Answer: Nope, I'm teaching him Sign Language because I was going to teach it to him anyway.
Question: But aren't you afraid that teaching him Sign Language will inhibit his speech development? If he learns to sign first, why would he be motivated to learn to talk?
Answer: Learning Sign Language IS Learning to Talk. It is a method of communication. And when a child learns to communicate and learns how it feels to effectively communicate, the child naturally strives to learn more methods of communicating (verbal or physical, or both) because it is so much less frustrating than crying until somebody guesses what you want or need. Communication yields more communication. As Signing Time! co-founder, Rachel Coleman explains, learning to crawl does not keep you from learning to walk. So, learning Sign Language will not keep a person from learning Spoken (or written) English.
Question: You said you were going to teach him Sign Language before you knew he was tongue-tied. Why?
Longest Answer Ever... My own personal journey in signing:
I was first introduced to Sign Language when I was 5 years old. I went to a fine and performing arts school (Roosevelt Magnet School in Peoria, IL) and with most of the songs we learned, we learned how to sign too. We learned everything from colors, numbers, and alphabet to the Pledge of Allegiance. When I left Roosevelt, I went to a school that offered inclusion programs for children of all different abilities. There were children at school who had developmental delays and used some signs to effectively communicate needs. Because I already knew the basic signs (and then some), and because by 9 years old I had already been introduced to several children with special needs (via Easter Seals), it was second nature for me to hang out with the other kids that used signs. I learned that I was able to help my peers and helping feels good. I continued this (still today) and I credit my knowledge in signing to my interest in working with people of all abilities.
When I was 12, I applied at Easter Seals to be a junior camp counselor. By that time, I had made up my mind that I wanted to be a Physical Therapist when I grew up so that I could work with people with Cerebral Palsy, Spina Bifida, Muscular Dystrophy, and other diagnoses. I was very passionate about helping people with all different needs and was eager to spend a couple weeks of my summer doing just that. I was disappointed, to say the least, when the person from Easter Seals told me that they could not hire me to be a staff member because I was not old enough for my worker's permit. I offered to volunteer and they refused (even with letters from the teachers at school whose classes I helped in during lunch and recess). I cried and cried and just didn't understand. My mom and grandma told me to "pray about it" and so I did. A couple days before camp was to begin, I received another phone call from Easter Seals. They saw on my application that I was able to communicate using Sign Language (at the time, I only spoke English Sign Language, which is basically the exact same sentence structure as spoken English... and is not standard for an interpreter to use). The lady asked me "so you said you can sign, are you fluent?" I was honest and said "no, but I am a quick learner and I know enough to have a conversation. (in whatever 12 year old language I used)". She then told me that the interpreter who was scheduled to go to camp was sick and that none (NONE!) of the staffers knew sign language. There was one girl who was deaf and one boy who was hard of hearing who would need some extra help. I had my bags packed practically by the time I got off the phone. I became the youngest junior counselor in the history of the camp. I was READY. I had the time of my life with my 2 new friends (who were my age and 2 years younger). I played and played and learned and taught. I was not fluent when I arrived at camp, but I was proficient (and then some) when I left.
Because I had the foundation, I continued to learn via self-teaching. I bought sign language dictionaries and sought out any conversation I could have with anybody who signed. By doing this, I was able to easily gain access to other volunteer positions within the agency. When I was 15, I was placed in the "2 year old" room of children with developmental delays. This was my first (recognized) exposure to children with Autism. Every Tuesday and Thursday I "taught" (along side certified teachers, not by myself) in the "Developmental Classroom". It wasn't until I had this experience that I was able to see the remarkable progress a child with a developmental disorder can make simply by using Sign Language. Most memorably, that summer I was witness to a 2.5 year old child with autism (non-verbal when I began that summer) address his mom as "Mommmmyyyyy!!!!" for the very first time in his life. His new-found ability to speak out loud, which was rooted in our work with him and Sign Language, literally brought her to her knees and brought us all to tears. It was by far one of the most amazing experiences of my life (to date). At that point, at 15 years old, I made the decision that no matter the ability of my children (whether typical or extra needs), I would teach them sign language. 12 years later, I began doing just that.
Question: So you're fluent now?
Answer: No, again! Between high school and now, I have lost a lot of my knowledge of signs. Not to mention, I became familiar with English Sign, which again is not standard for interpreting. I had limited exposure after high school to anybody who used ASL (American Sign Language) and I kind of went about my life. Occasionally I would re-teach myself with a song or two (how I learned in the first place) but really, use it or lose it. I pick it back up really easily and am finding myself becoming more and more proficient again as I teach my husband and son.
Question: When he learns how to talk, will you stop using signs?
Answer: Again, signing is speaking. And he does know a whole lot of verbal English now. But, no. He is able to effectively communicate his wants and needs and his likes and dislikes with us with both of his languages. There are a lot more benefits to signing than learning new verbal words. He frustrates less easily than a lot of 2 year olds that I know because it doesn't take much for us to find out what's on his mind. He can tell us if he's happy, hungry, grumpy, tired, if he wants milk, juice (or shoes), cheese, music. He tells us he wants more, wants to go home, likes the stars, moon, sky, rainbow. He can name and identify all of his colors, can count so far to 14 without mistake (then he jumps around a bit), and is able to understand the relationship each of the important people in his life have to him (grandma, grandpa, mommy, daddy, cousins, brother, aunts, uncles, etc...). For a child who has a difficult time pronouncing his "L's", I'd say we've found a good fit for his own gain. But, developmentally, I also know that Sign Language can give a 3D picture to a 2D word. It aids in literacy and attention. Learning languages before age 6 is way way way easy (because our human brains are meant to do just that... learn and retain) and so why not share this language with him? One day he might meet his best friend, who happens to be deaf or hard of hearing. Or one day he might want to be in the helping and education field and won't have to struggle in learning. His fine motor skills are pretty dang good and I give some credit to his use of signing.
Question: So does he make the "funny faces" when he signs too?
Answer: I hate this question but I answer it anyway because I've finally figured out that the people who ask this were not exposed to Sign Language growing up and simply don't understand this. (Google Lydia Callis if you have no idea what I'm referring to). I never understood this question simply because until recently, it was never asked. Then somebody sent me a Lydia Callis spoof (thinking I'd find it funny, which I really didn't) and I understood that the general public was exposed recently to an up close and personal pan of an interpreter (typically interpreters on TV are on the bottom corner of the screen, but during Hurricane Sandy, she just so happened to be behind Mayor Bloomberg and the camera was in her face). So here's the answer, I hope to myself begin to incorporate the animated facial and body expressions into my signs. I am not skilled enough yet (because often I have to think about what word goes with which sign). What this is is equivalent to our Tone of Voice in Spoken English. You can hear mood, urgency, etc... in spoken English. In Sign Language, since you can't hear it, it must be shown. If somebody were to have a conversation with me using sign language right now, they would think I am confused or tired because I have to think so hard that a confused face is all I'm guessing I'm making when I'm attempting to get through a sentence. I'm probably pretty boring to talk to (like Ben Stein's monotone voice). So, yes, if he continues with Signing, I hope that he isn't monotone like his mother! I don't know why this question bothers me like it does, maybe because it is a new question to me, but it really does.
So, there's my story behind signing and why it's right for my family. I hope it was helpful! If you have any more questions, I promise I will answer them!
Question: Why are you teaching him Sign Language? Is there something "wrong" with him?
Answer: Nope! Our son is a typical child, at least so far! In fact, in true mother fashion, I'll argue that he's gifted (as I will argue about my nephews, nieces, younger son, siblings, and cousins). In fact, so far, he has reached or exceeded all of his developmental milestones. When he was born, however, he had an attached frenulum (medically referred to as ankyloglossia). In short, the "stringy thing" (frenulum) on the bottom of his tongue attached at the very tip of his tongue, making him "tongue-tied." My older sister, Kelli, and a couple of my cousins also were tongue-tied at birth and so this was something that was recognized right away. My mom (a dental hygienist) had the wherewithal to have Kelli's clipped around age 2 when she was put under anesthetics for a separate procedure. Kelli, to my knowledge, has never had issues with speech, but hers was clipped at a young enough age to not interfere. I do know a handful of people whose tongues were not clipped until after a few years of speech pathology were deemed ineffective. (Imagine having restrictions on how far your tongue can reach... R's, S's, Th's, and L's are pretty tough to do for some kids with ankyloglossia for this reason). Anyway, years ago, physicians stopped clipping the tongue for speech reasons (it is thought that it doesn't always play a role in speech delays) but will clip it if feeding and nutrition are being affected. Well, when you have a child who is over 10lb at birth, it is difficult, to say the least, to convince somebody you're concerned that he may be at risk for malnutrition haha. All jokes aside, we were unable to find somebody who was willing to clip his tongue. Though you can still see the adhesion of the frenulum to the tip of his tongue, it seems as though it is self-correcting via stretching. Well, being in the social services field, I could be guilty of being hypersensitive to recognizing the future problems that this could have on him (being teased for a speech impediment, mostly) and so I was not thrilled when all of my efforts were nullified and his tongue remained heart shaped. That said, I also have a few tricks up my sleeve for my second (and biggest) concern: that speech would be difficult for him and he would frustrate easily with us not being able to understand his attempts at communication. The most effective trick is that I am teaching him (and my husband) Sign Language.
Question: So you're teaching him Sign Language because he's going to have a hard time talking?
Answer: Nope, I'm teaching him Sign Language because I was going to teach it to him anyway.
Question: But aren't you afraid that teaching him Sign Language will inhibit his speech development? If he learns to sign first, why would he be motivated to learn to talk?
Answer: Learning Sign Language IS Learning to Talk. It is a method of communication. And when a child learns to communicate and learns how it feels to effectively communicate, the child naturally strives to learn more methods of communicating (verbal or physical, or both) because it is so much less frustrating than crying until somebody guesses what you want or need. Communication yields more communication. As Signing Time! co-founder, Rachel Coleman explains, learning to crawl does not keep you from learning to walk. So, learning Sign Language will not keep a person from learning Spoken (or written) English.
Question: You said you were going to teach him Sign Language before you knew he was tongue-tied. Why?
Longest Answer Ever... My own personal journey in signing:
I was first introduced to Sign Language when I was 5 years old. I went to a fine and performing arts school (Roosevelt Magnet School in Peoria, IL) and with most of the songs we learned, we learned how to sign too. We learned everything from colors, numbers, and alphabet to the Pledge of Allegiance. When I left Roosevelt, I went to a school that offered inclusion programs for children of all different abilities. There were children at school who had developmental delays and used some signs to effectively communicate needs. Because I already knew the basic signs (and then some), and because by 9 years old I had already been introduced to several children with special needs (via Easter Seals), it was second nature for me to hang out with the other kids that used signs. I learned that I was able to help my peers and helping feels good. I continued this (still today) and I credit my knowledge in signing to my interest in working with people of all abilities.
When I was 12, I applied at Easter Seals to be a junior camp counselor. By that time, I had made up my mind that I wanted to be a Physical Therapist when I grew up so that I could work with people with Cerebral Palsy, Spina Bifida, Muscular Dystrophy, and other diagnoses. I was very passionate about helping people with all different needs and was eager to spend a couple weeks of my summer doing just that. I was disappointed, to say the least, when the person from Easter Seals told me that they could not hire me to be a staff member because I was not old enough for my worker's permit. I offered to volunteer and they refused (even with letters from the teachers at school whose classes I helped in during lunch and recess). I cried and cried and just didn't understand. My mom and grandma told me to "pray about it" and so I did. A couple days before camp was to begin, I received another phone call from Easter Seals. They saw on my application that I was able to communicate using Sign Language (at the time, I only spoke English Sign Language, which is basically the exact same sentence structure as spoken English... and is not standard for an interpreter to use). The lady asked me "so you said you can sign, are you fluent?" I was honest and said "no, but I am a quick learner and I know enough to have a conversation. (in whatever 12 year old language I used)". She then told me that the interpreter who was scheduled to go to camp was sick and that none (NONE!) of the staffers knew sign language. There was one girl who was deaf and one boy who was hard of hearing who would need some extra help. I had my bags packed practically by the time I got off the phone. I became the youngest junior counselor in the history of the camp. I was READY. I had the time of my life with my 2 new friends (who were my age and 2 years younger). I played and played and learned and taught. I was not fluent when I arrived at camp, but I was proficient (and then some) when I left.
Because I had the foundation, I continued to learn via self-teaching. I bought sign language dictionaries and sought out any conversation I could have with anybody who signed. By doing this, I was able to easily gain access to other volunteer positions within the agency. When I was 15, I was placed in the "2 year old" room of children with developmental delays. This was my first (recognized) exposure to children with Autism. Every Tuesday and Thursday I "taught" (along side certified teachers, not by myself) in the "Developmental Classroom". It wasn't until I had this experience that I was able to see the remarkable progress a child with a developmental disorder can make simply by using Sign Language. Most memorably, that summer I was witness to a 2.5 year old child with autism (non-verbal when I began that summer) address his mom as "Mommmmyyyyy!!!!" for the very first time in his life. His new-found ability to speak out loud, which was rooted in our work with him and Sign Language, literally brought her to her knees and brought us all to tears. It was by far one of the most amazing experiences of my life (to date). At that point, at 15 years old, I made the decision that no matter the ability of my children (whether typical or extra needs), I would teach them sign language. 12 years later, I began doing just that.
Question: So you're fluent now?
Answer: No, again! Between high school and now, I have lost a lot of my knowledge of signs. Not to mention, I became familiar with English Sign, which again is not standard for interpreting. I had limited exposure after high school to anybody who used ASL (American Sign Language) and I kind of went about my life. Occasionally I would re-teach myself with a song or two (how I learned in the first place) but really, use it or lose it. I pick it back up really easily and am finding myself becoming more and more proficient again as I teach my husband and son.
Question: When he learns how to talk, will you stop using signs?
Answer: Again, signing is speaking. And he does know a whole lot of verbal English now. But, no. He is able to effectively communicate his wants and needs and his likes and dislikes with us with both of his languages. There are a lot more benefits to signing than learning new verbal words. He frustrates less easily than a lot of 2 year olds that I know because it doesn't take much for us to find out what's on his mind. He can tell us if he's happy, hungry, grumpy, tired, if he wants milk, juice (or shoes), cheese, music. He tells us he wants more, wants to go home, likes the stars, moon, sky, rainbow. He can name and identify all of his colors, can count so far to 14 without mistake (then he jumps around a bit), and is able to understand the relationship each of the important people in his life have to him (grandma, grandpa, mommy, daddy, cousins, brother, aunts, uncles, etc...). For a child who has a difficult time pronouncing his "L's", I'd say we've found a good fit for his own gain. But, developmentally, I also know that Sign Language can give a 3D picture to a 2D word. It aids in literacy and attention. Learning languages before age 6 is way way way easy (because our human brains are meant to do just that... learn and retain) and so why not share this language with him? One day he might meet his best friend, who happens to be deaf or hard of hearing. Or one day he might want to be in the helping and education field and won't have to struggle in learning. His fine motor skills are pretty dang good and I give some credit to his use of signing.
Question: So does he make the "funny faces" when he signs too?
Answer: I hate this question but I answer it anyway because I've finally figured out that the people who ask this were not exposed to Sign Language growing up and simply don't understand this. (Google Lydia Callis if you have no idea what I'm referring to). I never understood this question simply because until recently, it was never asked. Then somebody sent me a Lydia Callis spoof (thinking I'd find it funny, which I really didn't) and I understood that the general public was exposed recently to an up close and personal pan of an interpreter (typically interpreters on TV are on the bottom corner of the screen, but during Hurricane Sandy, she just so happened to be behind Mayor Bloomberg and the camera was in her face). So here's the answer, I hope to myself begin to incorporate the animated facial and body expressions into my signs. I am not skilled enough yet (because often I have to think about what word goes with which sign). What this is is equivalent to our Tone of Voice in Spoken English. You can hear mood, urgency, etc... in spoken English. In Sign Language, since you can't hear it, it must be shown. If somebody were to have a conversation with me using sign language right now, they would think I am confused or tired because I have to think so hard that a confused face is all I'm guessing I'm making when I'm attempting to get through a sentence. I'm probably pretty boring to talk to (like Ben Stein's monotone voice). So, yes, if he continues with Signing, I hope that he isn't monotone like his mother! I don't know why this question bothers me like it does, maybe because it is a new question to me, but it really does.
So, there's my story behind signing and why it's right for my family. I hope it was helpful! If you have any more questions, I promise I will answer them!
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
Our Transition to a Big Boy Room (and Bed)
The minute we found out that we were expecting our second child, we knew that a room transition would be a factor in our older son's bedroom. Our older son (now 2) was in the nursery, which is just that. It has beautiful built-in shelves and dressers and is just the right size for one lil bambino (or child). As the oldest child, he has the luxery of getting first grabs at our larger bedroom. Given the small age difference (18 months), we knew that we needed to have a crib in the new room and were fortunate enough to have enough room for both a crib and a queen bed (for when he was ready to transition into a "big boy bed"). We wanted to make this room boy'ish and when we found out baby #2 was also a boy, we decided to go all out and use St. Louis Cardinal's and generic baseball them around the room. Our last name happens to start with a C (Cunningham) and so we were also able to incorporate that above the crib in a Cardinal's type fashion. We decided to have both the bed and the crib in the room as we have hopes of having more children and when that happens, our younger boy will be moving on over to share a room with Big Brother (and we hope that he's still in the crib age at that time too lol).
I am so excited to have finally finished the "big boy room". I expected our older son to have a difficult time leaving his old room so I started the new room a couple months before the baby was born. I put his toys in there and we had play time in there as often as possible. I then started shifting his clothes into the dresser in the new room so every morning our routine would be to get dressed in the room. Toddlers begin having some vivid dreams (including nightmares) and are often fearful of an unfamiliar area when they wake up in the middle of the night (we've all been there... staying the night at a friend's, waking up in the middle of the night and having NO idea where you are until you are re-oriented and lucid enough to remember that you are at your friend's house). Well, as a toddler, this is espeically terrifying, which is why it's important to allow the child to get to know their new room pretty well before the room transition takes place.
I had a lot of advice about when and how and where and how quickly, etc..., to transition our son into his new room. Some great advice, some old school and not so great. Hearts are all in the right place. But I knew from my own experience in working with young children and with all the children I've had in my life before what our chosen method would be. Our boys are very big for their age (each starting out just over 10lbs at birth and growing at the same rate as other kids... so doubling their weight at 6 months makes them 20lb... tripling at 1 year makes them 30... Quadrupling at 2 years... 40lb, etc...) and so many people who are giving said advice tend to forget just how young our lil buddy is. (He turned 2 on November 17... our second is 6 months old... they look like they're 4 and 1). Here were our rules to transition:
1.) Make it gradual. Familiarize him with his room before making him sleep there in the dark at peak nightmare age.
2.) Do not switch rooms within a month of the new baby being born (so a month before or a month after) as that is a trauma in and of itself for a young child. That is enough of a transition.
3.) Do not force him to sleep in a big boy bed (unless he chooses) when changing the room... And do not take away paci, blankie, etc... which are good transition safety items that can gradually be removed after he's comfortable in his new place. If he wants his crib, allow him to have that security too (I openly wanted to keep him in his crib until he climbed out or was potty trained... I didn't ge tmy way, which I'll explain later).
4.) Wait a couple weeks to sleep new baby in his old room as to not allow him to think the new baby is taking ONE MORE THING away from him (first he has to share his mommy and daddy, then his toys, then his books, etc... NOT MY ROOM!!!!).
We were fortunate enough to have thet luxury to be able to follow these rules and it worked out very well for us. If he were older (2.5-3 I would have been less rigid about them (especially the big boy bed and paci ones) but at 18mo-2yr, gradual changes are so important in order to have smooth transitions.
One of the ways that we got him used to sleeping in there was to put him in there (the crib) during nap time. Since it was light in there, this was less scary for him and he was less reluctant to sleep in there (it still sometimes was a struggle). Last week, though, (10 days after his 2nd birthday), he was having coughing fits in his crib and so I picked him up and brought him to his big boy bed so that I could lay with him and keep him on his side and/or propped up. Never did I imagine that that was how he transitioned into his big boy bed. The next night he requested going into his "ball room" and "big bed" and so we laid down together. He loved it. He's been in there every night since and has not seemed to look back.
So here is the new room!!!
I am so excited to have finally finished the "big boy room". I expected our older son to have a difficult time leaving his old room so I started the new room a couple months before the baby was born. I put his toys in there and we had play time in there as often as possible. I then started shifting his clothes into the dresser in the new room so every morning our routine would be to get dressed in the room. Toddlers begin having some vivid dreams (including nightmares) and are often fearful of an unfamiliar area when they wake up in the middle of the night (we've all been there... staying the night at a friend's, waking up in the middle of the night and having NO idea where you are until you are re-oriented and lucid enough to remember that you are at your friend's house). Well, as a toddler, this is espeically terrifying, which is why it's important to allow the child to get to know their new room pretty well before the room transition takes place.
I had a lot of advice about when and how and where and how quickly, etc..., to transition our son into his new room. Some great advice, some old school and not so great. Hearts are all in the right place. But I knew from my own experience in working with young children and with all the children I've had in my life before what our chosen method would be. Our boys are very big for their age (each starting out just over 10lbs at birth and growing at the same rate as other kids... so doubling their weight at 6 months makes them 20lb... tripling at 1 year makes them 30... Quadrupling at 2 years... 40lb, etc...) and so many people who are giving said advice tend to forget just how young our lil buddy is. (He turned 2 on November 17... our second is 6 months old... they look like they're 4 and 1). Here were our rules to transition:
1.) Make it gradual. Familiarize him with his room before making him sleep there in the dark at peak nightmare age.
2.) Do not switch rooms within a month of the new baby being born (so a month before or a month after) as that is a trauma in and of itself for a young child. That is enough of a transition.
3.) Do not force him to sleep in a big boy bed (unless he chooses) when changing the room... And do not take away paci, blankie, etc... which are good transition safety items that can gradually be removed after he's comfortable in his new place. If he wants his crib, allow him to have that security too (I openly wanted to keep him in his crib until he climbed out or was potty trained... I didn't ge tmy way, which I'll explain later).
4.) Wait a couple weeks to sleep new baby in his old room as to not allow him to think the new baby is taking ONE MORE THING away from him (first he has to share his mommy and daddy, then his toys, then his books, etc... NOT MY ROOM!!!!).
We were fortunate enough to have thet luxury to be able to follow these rules and it worked out very well for us. If he were older (2.5-3 I would have been less rigid about them (especially the big boy bed and paci ones) but at 18mo-2yr, gradual changes are so important in order to have smooth transitions.
One of the ways that we got him used to sleeping in there was to put him in there (the crib) during nap time. Since it was light in there, this was less scary for him and he was less reluctant to sleep in there (it still sometimes was a struggle). Last week, though, (10 days after his 2nd birthday), he was having coughing fits in his crib and so I picked him up and brought him to his big boy bed so that I could lay with him and keep him on his side and/or propped up. Never did I imagine that that was how he transitioned into his big boy bed. The next night he requested going into his "ball room" and "big bed" and so we laid down together. He loved it. He's been in there every night since and has not seemed to look back.
So here is the new room!!!
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Inspirational Office Art
At our office, we have a secret santa gift exchange for the holidays. My co-workers and I are mental health therapists who specifically work with survivors of sexual assault and domestic violence. The coworker that I chose this year requested to be given some inspirational quotes for her office for her clients and her to see. In our field, as you may guess, days can become emotionally draining. We hear about very tough things each day and the stories that are told are from the mouths of incredible people who have survived some very unthinkable circumstances. Because of the intimacy of such topics, eye contact is not always an easy thing when a survivor is telling their stories. It is for that reason that I (and some of my coworkers) place calming pictures and quotes on the wall... this gives clients something to look at (instead of feeling as though they are awkwardly staring into space) and sometimes, when it's hard to think about what they want to talk about, they are a wonderful ice breaker.
I made this subway art for my coworker's office from three of my favorite quotes. The most favorite being the one from the Velveteen Rabbit. It was a book of mine that has been read countless times throughout my childhood and adulthood alike. As a teen counselor at leadership camp (are you surprised that that's the camp this nerd went to?? ha!) our staff nurse used to read this book to the campers. I continue to give this book as a gift for those who have touched my life on my journey to "becoming real".
Enjoy! (There are 3 Pages and you can print them for FREE!).
Inspirational Subway Art
I made this subway art for my coworker's office from three of my favorite quotes. The most favorite being the one from the Velveteen Rabbit. It was a book of mine that has been read countless times throughout my childhood and adulthood alike. As a teen counselor at leadership camp (are you surprised that that's the camp this nerd went to?? ha!) our staff nurse used to read this book to the campers. I continue to give this book as a gift for those who have touched my life on my journey to "becoming real".
Enjoy! (There are 3 Pages and you can print them for FREE!).
Inspirational Subway Art
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
1.5 Day Cleaning Challenge
The Stay-Cation Cleaning Challenge
I often wonder what life would be like for me if I had just a little bit less on my plate. Don’t get me wrong, I thoroughly enjoy my busy lifestyle filled with many blessings. The two jobs that I have chosen to take on are both in my career (one as a therapist the other as a college professor) and I wouldn’t give them up for the world. I am fortunate enough to have the opportunity, also, to continue with my education and I am FINALLY nearing the end of the path to becoming a PhD. Being a wife and a mother are the most fulfilling and the most challenging roles I’ve taken on and of course, those roles add to the portions on my plate. I think in all of this, I miss 2 things total: extra time with just my husband and a house that is as clean and organized as the house in which I grew up. Now, being the mom of 2 boys under 2, I am fully aware and have fully accepted that a spotless house that smells like flowers and fruits and pies is likely not going to always be a reality… in fact, for the most part, I don’t see it happening until my kiddos are all grown up and making a mess in their own homes… But, as we all understand, there are times when it is a necessity to have the June Cleaver home… and that time typically is determined by when we will have parties and guests.
Well, for me, that time has come. My older son is turning TWO on Saturday… we’re having an airplane themed birthday party for him and I couldn’t be more excited! I cannot believe how quickly two years have gone by but at the same time, I don’t remember life without him. But on that token, a couple months ago I saw this date creeping up on us knowing that between all of my responsibilities combined with all of my husband’s responsibilities (and him picking up slack from me being MIA taking care of school and work), I just knew that in order to not stress about cleaning the house and preparing for the party, it would probably be best to take off a couple days before hand. I never take off of work. Ever. So this was a big deal to me. I also, thankfully, had the forethought to take the Monday after off from work to clean up and unwind! Now, don’t get me wrong, I will be doing some work at home while I’m off (for my teaching gig) but all in all I plan on devoting a considerable amount of time to cleaning, organizing, purging, and making the house smell like flowers and fruits.
When I see the 20 day, 30 day, and year-long cleaning/organizing challenges, I often become jealous of the people who have it in them every day (or even have enough minutes in the day) to take on these challenges. My challenge (and it’s a challenge) is always to clean my kitchen and tidy the living room before I go to bed. That’s about the extent to which my body can handle at this point (haha). I want to be the mom who makes all the beds every day, curls or straightens her hair every day, puts make up on every day, and does each load of laundry as it accumulates and not after it explodes in my basement. I’m just not that mom. I have come to terms with that and for that reason, I have also come to terms with the fact that sometimes I just need days off to get our house back to square one. I am giving myself a 1.5 day challenge. Yep. 1.5. And being that I am typically an overachiever in the academic and career department, I am actually pretty confident that I will reach my goal. Thankfully, I have started with enough of a base (our house is a far cry from atrocious, by most people’s standards) that I won’t be starting from scratch. But I will keep a log of how long I plan to devote to each room and task.
If you’re busy like I am or just plain like that instant gratification and can’t wait 30 days to complete the challenges, maybe you can plan a “Clean-cation” like I did and take on this challenge. Flowers and Fruits, here we come!
1.5 Day Challenge Cleaning List
I often wonder what life would be like for me if I had just a little bit less on my plate. Don’t get me wrong, I thoroughly enjoy my busy lifestyle filled with many blessings. The two jobs that I have chosen to take on are both in my career (one as a therapist the other as a college professor) and I wouldn’t give them up for the world. I am fortunate enough to have the opportunity, also, to continue with my education and I am FINALLY nearing the end of the path to becoming a PhD. Being a wife and a mother are the most fulfilling and the most challenging roles I’ve taken on and of course, those roles add to the portions on my plate. I think in all of this, I miss 2 things total: extra time with just my husband and a house that is as clean and organized as the house in which I grew up. Now, being the mom of 2 boys under 2, I am fully aware and have fully accepted that a spotless house that smells like flowers and fruits and pies is likely not going to always be a reality… in fact, for the most part, I don’t see it happening until my kiddos are all grown up and making a mess in their own homes… But, as we all understand, there are times when it is a necessity to have the June Cleaver home… and that time typically is determined by when we will have parties and guests.
Well, for me, that time has come. My older son is turning TWO on Saturday… we’re having an airplane themed birthday party for him and I couldn’t be more excited! I cannot believe how quickly two years have gone by but at the same time, I don’t remember life without him. But on that token, a couple months ago I saw this date creeping up on us knowing that between all of my responsibilities combined with all of my husband’s responsibilities (and him picking up slack from me being MIA taking care of school and work), I just knew that in order to not stress about cleaning the house and preparing for the party, it would probably be best to take off a couple days before hand. I never take off of work. Ever. So this was a big deal to me. I also, thankfully, had the forethought to take the Monday after off from work to clean up and unwind! Now, don’t get me wrong, I will be doing some work at home while I’m off (for my teaching gig) but all in all I plan on devoting a considerable amount of time to cleaning, organizing, purging, and making the house smell like flowers and fruits.
When I see the 20 day, 30 day, and year-long cleaning/organizing challenges, I often become jealous of the people who have it in them every day (or even have enough minutes in the day) to take on these challenges. My challenge (and it’s a challenge) is always to clean my kitchen and tidy the living room before I go to bed. That’s about the extent to which my body can handle at this point (haha). I want to be the mom who makes all the beds every day, curls or straightens her hair every day, puts make up on every day, and does each load of laundry as it accumulates and not after it explodes in my basement. I’m just not that mom. I have come to terms with that and for that reason, I have also come to terms with the fact that sometimes I just need days off to get our house back to square one. I am giving myself a 1.5 day challenge. Yep. 1.5. And being that I am typically an overachiever in the academic and career department, I am actually pretty confident that I will reach my goal. Thankfully, I have started with enough of a base (our house is a far cry from atrocious, by most people’s standards) that I won’t be starting from scratch. But I will keep a log of how long I plan to devote to each room and task.
If you’re busy like I am or just plain like that instant gratification and can’t wait 30 days to complete the challenges, maybe you can plan a “Clean-cation” like I did and take on this challenge. Flowers and Fruits, here we come!
1.5 Day Challenge Cleaning List
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Toddler Turkey
Last night I happened upon two extra canvases that needed some TLC. So I asked my son if he wanted to paint! He excitedly exclaimed "ART! ART! ART!" the entire time I was setting up and until the project finished. In order to contain the mess that accompanies a 23 month old using acrylic paints, I simply taped a garbage bag over the surface of the counter. This saved me from having to dirty up a palette as well since all I needed to do was to put the paint directly on the garbage bag.
I let him finger paint with blues and greens since the turkey would use contrasting colors. After the paint was dry, I mixed up a brown color using red and green. I used a large paint brush to paint the bottom of his foot brown. I then pressed the canvas onto his foot. This footprint served as the body of the turkey. After wiping the bottom of his foot off with a wet rag, I put some red and yellow paint alternating on the garbage bag and let him put his hands in there and rub them around and play. He seemed to like the texture of the goopy acrylic. I then took his hand and put it on the top of the turkey's body and made several hand prints to serve as the feathers for the turkey. I like the abstract effect that the non-perfect orange, red, and yellow from mixing the paint with his hand made on the fathers of the turkey. After all of the paint dried I made the face of the turkey myself. I should make mention that he was in his high chair with only a diaper on in order to avoid as many stains as possible. He looked like a human rainbow after all was said and done. So cute!
Bath time was extra fun because all of the paint made the bubbles turn colors. He thought this was super cool!
I can't wait to make my four and a half month old's new turkey too!
Happy fall!!
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I let him finger paint with blues and greens since the turkey would use contrasting colors. After the paint was dry, I mixed up a brown color using red and green. I used a large paint brush to paint the bottom of his foot brown. I then pressed the canvas onto his foot. This footprint served as the body of the turkey. After wiping the bottom of his foot off with a wet rag, I put some red and yellow paint alternating on the garbage bag and let him put his hands in there and rub them around and play. He seemed to like the texture of the goopy acrylic. I then took his hand and put it on the top of the turkey's body and made several hand prints to serve as the feathers for the turkey. I like the abstract effect that the non-perfect orange, red, and yellow from mixing the paint with his hand made on the fathers of the turkey. After all of the paint dried I made the face of the turkey myself. I should make mention that he was in his high chair with only a diaper on in order to avoid as many stains as possible. He looked like a human rainbow after all was said and done. So cute!
Bath time was extra fun because all of the paint made the bubbles turn colors. He thought this was super cool!
I can't wait to make my four and a half month old's new turkey too!
Happy fall!!
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