Sunday, September 07, 2008

The Two Princes

Our slumber party at Grandma's actually went really well. We had a Blue's Clues Roller-Coaster Birthday Slumber Party, with popcorn and mac and cheese and presents (they each got a Blue's Clues playset) and sleeping in Grandma's bed! We munched popcorn through Hanna, which was little more than a prolonged summer storm here. No real flooding.

Today we wandered into the woods to see how high the river was. I grew up in these woods. There was once a well-trod path here, beaten smooth by the passing feet of myself and my brother nearly every day. Now my sons had a look at their future domain, two princes of the woods where their mom once roamed free.

I was roaming mostly free in these woods by the age of seven, when we started building the house. I would run down the path into adventure and freedom, and return with the ringing of the ship's bell my mom and dad mounted on our porch. When you heard the bell, it was time to come home. I assure you that bell is very loud, and carries a lot farther through those woods than one might expect.

Joey is now six years old. There was a time when I thought by now we'd be spending summer afternoons with Joey wandering through these woods regularly. That has not been the case. WIll he ever roam free in these trees, in his own little kingdom? Will he learn to return with the clang of the bell? That day certainly is not yet here. I thin kit will come, but not today.

We wandered over to the garden, too, but the deer ate most everything we planted there. I am dreaming of building something of a walk-in cage for future planting, but when will I have time and resource to build such a thing? Anyway, by that time, most of what was being said were whines, as if they were allergic to the woods and outside. I think we need to take more walks together! Beat down the paths a little more!

I couldn't even get Joey to look at the swollen river, or the trees, or anything. He was preoccupied with branches constantly brushing him and insects buzzing about and being tired. I may come some mornings and hack at the trees and the paths so he can get more used to being outside, being in the woods, and has some set paths he can use before he strike out to make his own.

Andy was being persnickety, too, though he had more interest in the woods, like the tree we saw that had been beaver-felled, and the small yellow flowers, and looking for spider webs. He's not old enough to be wandering about unsupervised, but I still need to get him out into the woods more. I hate to see them both with forest allergy.

In the end, we retreated to the walking along the driveway. Joey is much more comfortable with having the set road to follow. Again, maybe if I make more paths clear, my little prince charmings will be more willing to survey their domain.

Saturday, September 06, 2008

Slumber Party at Grandma's!

So we're at Grandma's, for the great Slumber Party. The plan is to stay overnight. WE'll see what reality brings.

The afternoon has seen the boys mostly hanging out, eating popcorn, and watching Little Bear ad Blue's Clues. It rained pretty good. Now it's just windy here.

Later entertainment: dinner. Jell-o. Cookies.

Hmmm.. maybe I need to get some real activities organized here...

Things I Noticed When I Woke Up This Morning

It's Raining. Finally.

There are two boys in this bed.

I am a Mom Sandwich between said boys.

Neither of them are asleep.

I'm still tired.

Hey, it's 8 am. They let me sleep in! (Too bad it was almost 2 am before I fell asleep!)

The cat is also on the bed.

With non-sleeping boys.

And she's alive. In fact, she's asleep.

And neither boy is trying ti either pet her or chase her. How weird is that?

Thus the day begins...

Friday, September 05, 2008

Preparing for the storm

Hanna is headed our way, so I've been battening down hatches and putting away lawn furniture. It should be a lot less than Isabel, but 40mph winds are not a pretty thing around here. Well, the city ain't made for it.

JoeyAndyDad is on his way to Texas (I hope the plane is taking off as I type with him safely aboard it). I hate planes. I'll be praying hard until I see him again on Sunday.

This may be a heavy-posting weekend. Or a non-posting weekend. I have no idea which.

Thursday, September 04, 2008

Talismans

Kids like talismans- small objects to hold for security. Joey and Andy are no exception. Andy has blankie, which must be with him whenever he is upset or getting ready to sleep. The only place blankie goes out of the house is the beach; otherwise, it lives here, lest it be lost and disaster ensue.

Joey has sort of daily favorites, sometimes weekly favorites. Cars are popular. School buses seem to be a great favorite. Blocks work very nicely. The blue plastic elephant from the beach is this week's talisman.

These talismans are security for my kids. It is such a small thing, to save a lot of headache.

For some reason, there is a campaign among adults, including some of the teachers and therapists at Joey's school, to eliminate the need for a talisman. They think nothing to chiding children for having one, taking it away, telling them t put it in their cubby or their locker or their bookbag for the day.

How much more focus and work they could get if that talisman remained in the hand!

Whenever we go out to stores, restaurants, even the park, that talisman give Joey that little bit of solid support, that little bit of fidget, that little bit of what he needs to cope. The reason given for taking these items is that the kids might get teased.

Somehow I think a meltdown would be far more distracting and a target for teasing than a matchbox car.

But that's just me, I suppose.

Wednesday, September 03, 2008

Beach Trip: Part Four

In which we visit Marty's Playland.


On March 30, 2008, the Ocean City Boardwalk was ablaze: specifically, the Dough Roller, next to one of our favorite points, Marty's Playland. We had not been able to gather much information about the extent of the damage, and so with some trepidation, we approached the restored arcade on Day Three. Well, actually, JoeyAndyDad and I scoped it out on the evening of Day Two, while the little ones slept. We wanted to check out the SkeeBall and the ten-cent cranes and be prepared. For those of you similarly worried, it looks like Marty's lost a SkeeBall or two, but the others are up, running, and looking lovely. The cranes have been moved again, it looks like the floor had some damage that is still being repaired, but the are there and working, too.

So we started our Marty's adventure, and the boys right away discovered a new horse-riding game. Its kind of a combo of a ride and a game. We had to help, but they really liked it.

Then we made our way to the SkeeBall, and worked on bowling. Joey got good enough to win tickets- he even bowled a 150! Joey really liked playing. Andy was more interested in games that made more beeps and had more flashy lights. He was pretty good at one that raced little cars on a track, and he was not too bad at iguana game.

My favorite- and my mom's- is, of course, the ten-cent cranes. We don't have pics this year of the cranes. See, one of the things to be won this year were those little plastic crystal-looking animals, and one was a blue elephant. Joey had one earlier in the year as a prize, and of course it broke, and seeing one in the machine was very exciting. So he and Grandma went to work to try to "win" it.

Now, folks, the ten-cent cranes are antiques. As antiques, they often have trouble. Sometimes, you put your dime in, and they don't work just right. It's just part of playing the cranes.

But for Joey, when he puts his dime in, he expects the crane to work. Perfectly. So he was getting a little frustrated that the crane wasn't picking up the elephant like he thought it ought to. He'd get close, and move it around, and even grab stuff (he got lots of little toys!), but it just didn't get that elephant.

And then it happened.

He put the dime in, and the crane got stuck. It wouldn't go at all, because it got hung up on itself. Grandma called for help from the maintenance folks (who naturally hang out around the antique games), but it was too late. The noise of the arcade. The frustration with the machine. The lights, the people, the elephant not being caught. He started to scream, and I turned from what I was doing- which was mostly organizing tickets that the guys had won- and reached out to hug him to calm him, but I reached too late. I missed him as he whipped around a corner of the machines. Two steps behind, I whipped around the corner, too.

No Joey.

Marty's is something of a labyrinth of arcade games of all kinds. It is kind of two big rooms, but divided by games and cases into a maze of smaller areas. Fabulous if you like the crunch of an arcade. Pure hell if your child has just disappeared in teh crowd, despite wearing a bright orange shirt and screaming his head off.

Gone. He was gone.

I followed what I thought was the most obvious path, around the games back to where Grandma was standing, unaware that I did not have him. The sheer panic on my face must have spoken a thousand screams. We began scouring the arcade. I ran quickly through the little maze of rooms, familiar to me from childhood for the most part (and to my mom from her childhood), but there was no sign of him. He was gone. Maybe he had gone to look for Daddy?

But no, here was Daddy with Andy in hand. Seeing us panic, not knowing what happened, JoeyAndyDad had instinctively (and intelligently) grabbed Andy's hand, so we only had one to look for. Grandma and I headed to the Skeeball. Maybe he had gone there... or continued right out the door, maybe trying to get to the car? Or to his beloved and comforting beach? Was he lost in the crowds on the boardwalk? Was he lost in the arcade? Either possibility would be terrifying for him. (I was reminded later of the possibility of someone taking him. Fortunately, my brain didn't explode.)

No Joey at the Skeeball. No Joey to be seen anywhere outside. Grandma took up station at the doors, to watch for him, and I think JoeyAndyDad stayed at the Skeeball with Andy to watch for him, and I plunged back into the dark hub-bub of the arcade.

Retrace the steps. Go back to the cranes. I headed back to the back of the arcade, where the cranes are set up next to teh prize/ticket redemption counter. And...

There he was, right next to the crane!

He was pretty upset. A very nice lady saw me, and told me she was about to get someone to announce over the loudspeaker that there was a lost child (she had tried to talk to Joey to calm him down, but discovered that was not an easy task- when upset, Joey often speaks what would be perceived by others to be nonsense). I hugged my little guy tight and got him out of there.

Dad took the guys for another round of rides, but Joey was perseverating on the blue elephant, so Grandma and I feverishly plugged dimes into machines until we got one. Actually, I ended up with two, but that's a good thing, as these little toys break easily.

We came back the next day- our last morning at Ocean City- to play the air hockey. The boys were very into it. I think when Joey ran, that's where he went- it is a very dark corner of the arcade, so that the lights of the hockey tables show up. Until very recently, the idea of Joey running towards dark would be ridiculous, but with the glow of the lights, the corner may have seemed a good idea to him. Or a blind run into the dark. Either way, it is the one corner of the arcade where I probably would not have been able to spot him.

The boys thought the air hockey was great fun. Everybody was much calmer. Joey clutched his beloved blue elephant for the rest of the trip.

I think I'll put the other one on the Christmas Tree for good luck.

Tuesday, September 02, 2008

First Day of School: First Grade

We take a break from our vacation stories to note that today, I am the Mother of a First-Grader. Joey got up, dressed, packed with breakfast (yogurt and sugar-free snack cake), lunch he made himself (ham and cheese roll-up with grapes and broccoli), and snack (sugar-free Capri Sun water thing and sugar-free Jell-o). Oh, and some cash for milk. I think I did OK. Now I can feed him a snack when I pick him up for speech therapy, and a nice dinner, and not worry that I am over-feeding him.


We are going to be doing some experimenting with his placement this year, putting him in a "regular" reading group, and then later in a math group. So he'll have three teachers this year- actually 4, because the inclusion room has two teachers, a regular ed and a special ed.


I miss him already.

Beach Trip: Part Three

Assateague Adventure!

We had our first boatride! We chose the Assateague Adventure, which includes a landing on Assateague Island halfway through. The boys were so excited! They were very patient waiting for the boat to head out to sea.

Joey and Andy liked looking out and watching the water slip by, and the houses and boats in the harbor. Joey liked the patterns the water made as the boat slipped through it. We also passed the Duckaneer, a boat that looked like a pirate ship. Maybe we'll go on that adventure next year!

Andy also liked to show his brother stuff, like the ponies on Assateague, and some of the big boats. He also liked exploring some of the tanks on the boat- with horseshoe crabs and urchins in them! Fortunately, once the boat got going, the boys didn't have to stay seated, they could walk around the boat. Andy would have gone crazy.

My handsome boy sure liked being on the boat, even if it made him a little sleepy. It was also a little chilly, but we did OK in our long clothes. Some of the other folks on the trip looked cold.

We toured the Ocean City harbor before heading out to the island, so we got to see the big fishing boats and trawlers. The guide pointed out boats for fishing, clamming, and even collecting whelks. Andy got to show a whelk shell to the rest of the passengers on the way home.

The boat landed at Assateague, and we disembarked with nets to catch stuff in the water and check out what we found. Everything had to be left behind, though. Andy was eager to get out there and start looking!

We had to take off our shoes to keep the sand off the boat. When we came back, they hosed everybody off and checked to be sure everything we found was left behind. They let a couple of kids take some shells, but all the seaweed and sand had to stay put.

The boys wandered along the edges of the island looking for stuff to net. We rolled up the pants and got busy searching for cool stuff!

Some of the other passengers went into areas marked "closed for preservation of endangered species", which we didn't appreciate. We stuck to the shore, off the grasses and mudflats. Assateague is a barrier island, so it is constantly changing.

We got to see some of the ponies and some herons, but not the deer we saw last time. that's OK. We'll be back!

Joey found a few shells, including a spider crab shell and some clam shells. On the boat, he also got to touch an urchin, a starfish, and a horseshoe crab!

Andy's great finds included several kinds of seaweed and clam shells. This red piece was his favorite, but we also found some brown stuff, and some bright green kelp, and some seagrass (which the crabs need to breed!)

We made sure to carefully put everything back in the water that we found in the water. Andy wanted to keep his red seaweed, but we talked about how seaweeds help feed other animals, and he put that back, too. But I made sure to get a photo of it for him (which made him a lot happier about putting it back.)

Then we wandered back to the boat, and to the beach. We looked at all sorts of cool things on the boat, too. I think the boys really liked the Assateague Adventure, which was pretty cool for a first boat trip!

Monday, September 01, 2008

Beach Trip: Part Two

Our adventures continued at Trimper's Rides. Everything started out normal: Joey on the Whip, whipping it up, and Andy at the fishing pond, catching sharks and winning prizes, with nary a sidelong glance at the rides.
Then things started getting into gear. Andy got on a little train ride, one of those small things like you find outside grocery stores or in malls. He did OK. Then he got on the ride with the cars that light up. We were ecstatic! Wow! He rode like a champ! then he got on the ride with the bigger fire engine while his brother went outside.

Meanwhile, Joey discovered he was too tall to ride his favorite motorcycle ride. He was upset, and is still repeating, "I'm too tall! I'm too tall!" However, he discovered he was tall enough for Big Boy rides! He got on a boat that swung all around (I would have loved it when I was young... but now it looked a little dizzying), and the Himalaya (one of those rides that goes around with up-and-downs, and then goes... eeps.. backwards!), as well as some of the middling rides, like the smaller roller coaster.

Joey likes rides a lot. He was sad about not being able to get on teh little rides, but the big rides were no small consolation!

Andy is in that in-between size- he can ride the little rides, and those "middling" rides! So he got on the bumper boats and the airplanes. He loved the boats. They didn't look like much fun to me- he kinda just floated around- but he loved them!

Grandma even got in on the ride action! I think she tried to get on the Himalaya with Joey when she realized he got on it, but didn't manage it. She came and got me instead (and I would have liked to have seem photos of my face about every five minutes this whole afternoon. 'Andy's on a RIDE!' then 'Joey's on the WHAT????') She did manage to get on the Mixer!

The boys had a really great afternoon. Trimper's is always a treat- on the carousel, on the Whip, or just wandering around looking at the great paintings and happy faces. Andy and I even won a couple of real games- we pounded a frog into a lilypad for a big prize, and we picked up ducks, and we shot water guns!

And Holy Frijoles, he got on a ROLLER COASTER!!!!

Sunday, August 31, 2008

Beach Trip: Part One

Ah, the Beach. The Surf. The Sand. The backs of my children's heads.

My boys are never happier than when they are at the beach. Even Andy got into the surf this year! Joey could spend the rest of his life in the surf, and he'd be in heaven.
We got there and got right down to business. We got them into their swimtrunks and got them on the sand. The next morning we started there, too. The boys were in love at the first crash of the waves. Joey liked watching the waves and running through the water.

Andy even let the waves crash and pull on him! We had to go in when he got cold, but he spent a good long time in the water, which was a first! He didn't even mind when he got knocked over the first day, when the waves were a little stronger. He was a very happy boy in the ocean!

They both got into belly-flopping on the sand! What fun!

When we left, the boys kept saying we were going to wrong way. Joey calls Ocean City "Joey's Beach" and the hotel "Joey's House." When we win the lottery, I'm getting a beach house!

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Coming Soon: The Beach!

We are at the beach, living it up. Coming attractions to the blog:

Andy rides rides.
Joey get on the Big Boy rides.
Boys have their first boat ride.
Joey rolls a 150 at Skeeball.
Mom and Dad get two evenings to themselves.

Well, I'll share as much as I can... when we get back. I'm busy snuggling boys. :)

Monday, August 25, 2008

Andy's First Day of Preschool: Year 2

You know it is going to be a good day when you wake up with both boys fast asleep in your bed. Don't they look like perfect, squishable little angels? (That's because they ARE! And never fear, I squished them.)
It was one sweet prince's first day back to school. we were worried, because there was a new teacher, a new building, and lots of new classmates. I have signed Andy up for the 3-day half-day preschool, so most of the kids in his class are preschool "newbies." Most kids who have a year under their belt go on to the five-day or the full-day. He has a couple familiar faces in there, one from his old class, one from church.
Andy hopped right in and got down to business. I think the teacher was surprised. This is only her fourth year teaching preschool. Let's all wish her luck. Anyway, Andy found a nice game to play and settled right in, so we kissed him and hugged him and left him to his world.
Joey has been a little depressed lately, and leaving Andy at school was very upsetting for him. A visit to Max and Charlie and Jack-Jack didn't cheer him up, so I took him to the Bug Box. And this time, I remembered a camera. He loves the turtles and the snakes, and he's interested in the spiders and butterflies. Most of the bug-bugs, like the stick bugs and the grasshopper, don't hold his attention- I don't think he can discern them from their surrounds yet, or it take a lot of energy for him to do it. The snake was on the move today, so tha brought a giggle out of him.
We didn't stay as long as usual. He was still sad and missing Andy, and there were some very little kids there today, who were whiny. Joey got very upset and concerned about them when they cried or complained, and I think that wore him out, too.

Then we went and got Andy. That made Joey very, very happy indeed.

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Ready for the morning

Extra change of clothes, check.

Nut-free snack with drink, check.

New shoes and socks, check.

Laundry done for full range of clothing choices, check.

Camera with batteries, check.

Gas in car, check.

Andy goes to preschool in the morning.

Then we start packing for the BEACH!!!!

Sending Him Packing

As the school year rushes up upon us, we are definitely taking a new tack. Because the elementary school lunches are just not appropriate for Joey (he has put on a ton of weight!), we are sending in packed lunches and breakfasts this year. He will buy milk at school.

So we are searching for ideas. Joey's entire daily calorie intake should be 1400-1600 calories, so we need breakfasts around 350 calories and lunches to be around 450-500 calories. Also, we want his total daily carb intake to be less than 200g, and with our family history, maybe no more than 180g. So 45g (3 servings) at breakfast, 60g (4 servings) at lunch, give or take. He needs to have a serving of protein at breakfast and two at lunch.

So far, we have cottage cheese and fruit and yogurt for breakfasts. I wish he ate eggs again. We're going to have to try to get that back into the picture.

For lunches, I could roll veggies in cheese or lunchmeats. I'm hoping he'll keep eating broccoli and sweet potatoes for me. I like to get him eating nuts, too. PB&J is a fine standby, though both boys have been liking those at dinner (and I'd rather go heavier at lunch, and keep the light dinner.) I wish he ate lettuce, that would make things a lot easier. :P

Anybody got any great ideas of delectable foods that can be packed for school? I doubt we have access to either a fridge or a microwave. :(

And as you can see from the timestamp, I am losing sleep over this.

Saturday, August 23, 2008

Those pictures I promised





Friday, August 22, 2008

Roadtrip

After the success of Sunday, we again turned our faces to my Aunt and Uncle's house, and the glories of the pool and the cousins. (Sorry about no pics yet, my hard drive is running short of space, to soon be remedied). It was to be a fine day of fall gardening, relaxing in the pool, and playing with cousins. The perfect adventure.

We tool down the road in good time, stop for breakfast, then stop for gas at the 1/3-way point. We have to cross the Potomac on 301, and I want to be sure we have a nice potty break before crossing into the world of Southern Maryland- it will be a good half-hour before we reach more civilization after leaving the little corner and the safety of its WaWa. We pull out, and toodle down the road. All is good.

Now, there are two ways to get to my Uncle's house. There is a rather straightforward way up I-95, then cut over to 301 from there, but it requires a ride over the Wilson Bridge, a total nightmare, and not a lot of places to stop quickly if Joey feels unwell, which he has been doing more of lately. The longer but pleasanter way is down 301 over the Nice Bridge, with plenty of place to pull over, even the shoulder of the road is reasonably safe if need arises. It's also much prettier, with more to point out to the boys, and plenty of family history to talk about along the way.

Toodle, toodle, toodle. What are all those cars doing up there? Why are they stopped?

Oh, no. Accident on the bridge.

301 might be great if you have to pull over, but turning around? Not so great. Now, better than if there was a problem on 95; but there are other ways to get up the 95 corridor, such as route 1. But once on 301, getting back to 95 is an hour venture, plus we'd be back to the start of our journey. Yeeps. Eeps. Erk. Once on 301, you are stuck on 301. There are not parallel roads to turn on to and skirt the disaster. besides, the disaster is the Bridge. On either road, no "alternate route" in the world will help if the bridge is down. There isn't a close alternate bridge.

So we are stuck. For an hour and a half.

Also, 301 at this point sits right next to Dahlgren. For my non-locals, Dahlgren is a military installation that works on missiles and other fun technologies of destruction. Hence, the area is a cell phone dead zone. I can't even call to tell my Uncle what has happened, and why we are running late.

And I have my poor mom with me. Now, this Uncle is my father's brother, but they've been so insistent in asking about her that she decided to join me for the visit. Also, I have two small boys in the car.

And one of them has decided he needs the potty. Now.

One of the good things about having small boys is their keen ability to pee in a cup. A large-sized McDonald's cup, specifically.

Twice.

I hopped out of the car at one point and fetched our crayons and coloring sheets form the back of the van. That bought us some time. We sang songs. We read books. I did some needlepoint. We finally got across the bridge.

First item up for bids was getting a potty for Mommy, who had to drink a very large McDonald's soda in order to provide a cup for other necessities. Then we had to pull over and let the boys run for a minute, as they were going INSANE. Then we still had another hour to drive. Oh, and now it was after noon, and lunch awaited us at the end of that further hour- an hour and half late eating does not make for happy boys.

Yes, it was a joyful ride. One babbling away, the other demanding silence and any toy Joey put his hand to. Mom didn't say much. It was hard to hear one's self think, which is required to form conversation.

But at long last, we arrived, and there was much rejoicing. And much swimming in the pool, despite it being C O L D. And much running of the cousins. Not much gardening. And a smooth ride home, with Andy sleeping most of the way.

But oh, the adventure!

Thursday, August 21, 2008

A Jump In Measles

Looks like there has been a jump in measles outbreaks this year- up from the normal one per yea, to seven already. The majority of the cases are in unvaccinated children.

I especially "liked" the part about doctors being frustrated about people questioning vaccination due to info from television shows. If you don't vaccinate your kid because of something you heard on a tv show, please keep your kid away from my kid. Even vaccines aren't 100% effective, and your kid getting a disease vastly increases the chances of my kid- even with vaccinations- getting sick.

Last Day: ESY

Today is my son's last day as a kindergardener. In one week, he will be a first grader.

Wow. I'm the mom of a first-grader.

How did that happen?

I sent him off with his backpack and his snack, in the shirt he picked out himself this morning. He put on all his clothes himself. He got his own water from the fridge this morning, after he was done with his juice.

My baby is getting all growed up!

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

When life gets you down...

Just tell it all to Steve.



Or post a comment. I'm happy to listen, too. :)

The Beloit List

The Beloit College Mindset List is out.

And once again, I feel old.

Monday, August 18, 2008

New Designs


The holiday season will soon be upon us. By special request, especially by my aunt, I have a new series of designs for the shop. I have Family, Mom, Dad, Grandma, Grandpa, Aunt, and Uncle up. If you guys want something else, just let me know and I'll tweak it and get it up for you!

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Issues of Food

Joey is getting a little round. There is no getting around it: I suck as a nutritionist. Trying to take control of what Joey eats has been elusive. His love of mac and cheese does not help.

Joey normally eats both breakfast and lunch at school. The teachers use these meals to help Joey with important skills. He must ask for a tray. He must stand in line. He must communicate with the lunch ladies. He must offer his card to pay for his lunch. He must learn to eat different foods. I could go on.

So I looked up the rules about food programs in Virginia, and what is supposed to be served, because to be honest, it all looks like junk food to me: poptarts, chicken nuggets, spaghetti, potatoes, muffins. How many carbs are they supposed to be pushing on my kid?

The school lunch program is required to provide 1/3 of my child’s daily recommended intake of protein, certain vitamins and minerals, and calories. No more of 30% of the calories can be from fat, and no more that 10% of saturated fat.

The school breakfast program is to provide ¼ of these things (INCLUDING PROTEIN… how do muffins provide protein, exactly?), including calories.

All of this is based on the federal dietary guidelines. According to those guidelines (2005), Joey should be eating 1400 calories if sedentary, 1400-1600 calories is “moderately active” and as much as 2000 calories if “active.” So my first question is: how are they defining school children? Are they feeding them as “sedentary” or “active”? Because folks, it only takes 100 extra calories each day to gain 10 pounds in a year. A 600-calorie difference is huge. It is the difference between him being able to eat dinner and not.

To complicate matters, it isn't calculated daily; it is calculated as an average over the course of a week. One day that lunch could be 1000 calories, as long as over the course of the week there is a lunch with, say, 300 calories.

Let's look at a week of food from my child's school. Finding specific nutritional information about these meals has been elusive, so the calorie and carb count you see is my best guess based on nutrition information I found about similar foods available to the general public. The only information I have about the food being served is all it is listed here, so I cannot assume any of the foods are "diet" (ie, sugar-free, fat-free, etc.) unless it specifically lists the food as such on the menu. Also, I noticed they allow Joey to have chocolate milk, and he usually chooses that, so the "milk" is for chocolate milk.

The Menu: (Calories) [Carbs]
Monday:
BREAKFAST
Breakfast Pizza (420) [41.5] {** “School” pizza can be as high as 530 calories!}
Chilled Juice (90) [23]
Milk (160) [25]
Total: (670) [89.5]

LUNCH
Chicken Patty on Bun (380) [44]
Lettuce & Tomato Cup (4) [1]
Steamed Broccoli (30) [6]
Vanilla Cream Cookie (250) [37]
Milk (160) [25]
Total: (824) [113]

Daily Total: (1494) [202.5]


Tuesday:
BREAKFAST
Blueberry Pancake (240) [46]
w/Sausage (85) [0] {**Some sausages can be 270 calories per serving!}
Orange Wedges (62) [15] {**Assuming this means fresh oranges}
Milk (160) [25]
Total: (547) [86]


LUNCH
Hot Turkey/Bacon Sub (400) [47] {**This could be as low as 300 calories, as high as 600 calories!}
Seasoned Corn (67) [16]
Fresh Fruit (65) [20] {Bananas are much higher}
Apple Turnover (260) [34]
Milk (160) [25]
Total: (952) [142]

Daily Total: (1499) [228]

Wednesday:
BREAKFAST
Ham & Cheese Croissant (280) [29]
Fresh Fruit Cup (65) [16]
Milk (160) [25]
Total: (505) [70]


LUNCH
Hot Dog (240) [18] {**many brands are higher, depending on the filler used}
on Bun (110) [20]
Potato Wedges (147) [31]
Chilled Peaches (80) [10]
Sherbet (120) [28]
Milk (160) [25]
Total: (857) [132]

Daily Total: (1362) [192]


Thursday:
BREAKFAST
Bacon & Egg (184) [0]
on English Muffin (189) [30]
Chilled Juice (90) [23]
Milk (160) [25]
Total: (623) [78]


LUNCH
Deep Dish Pizza (478) [57] {**Assuming it is cheese only.}
Tossed Salad (15) [2]
Green Beans (7) [1]
Choice of Pudding (130) [21]
Milk (160) [25]
Total: (790) [106]

Daily Total: (1413) [184]


Friday:
BREAKFAST
Chicken Biscuit (170) [18]
Apple Juice (90) [23]
Milk (160) [25]
Total: (420) [66]


LUNCH
Grilled Cheese (200) [40]
Smiley Fries (160) [24]
Fruit Jell-O (70) [17]
Choice of Muffin (180) [22]
Milk (160) [25]
Total: (770) [128]

Daily Total: (1190) [194]

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As you can see, my guesstimates seem to be OK, as we are consistently getting around 1400 calories per day, and about 170-200 carbs per day. Friday was the only exception; perhaps they are using a more caloric brand of chicken biscuit or cheese sandwich than I used.

Therefore, the school is assuming ALL of their children are 1. male (girls need about 200-400 fewer calories per day) and 2. active, otherwise I would have no room to feed Joey snack or dinner. We are supposed to send in a snack of a juice-box and food item every day. Normal choices would put this snack at about 100-200 calories; I have chosen more in the 30-calorie range, due to the joys of diet drinks and diet jell-o.

But wait. Is my child really active? He gets PE three days per week, and recess every day. So about an hour of his school day, maybe an hour and a half, is active, assuming he is actively participating- which, I noted in my visits, he spend a good deal of his recess time rambling about the perimeters, not running, climbing, swings, or other "active" activities. Many afternoons are taken up with therapies, not running. Let's say Joey is "moderate." He is allowed 1400-1600 calories per day.

So on many days, he may have consumed all the calories he needs before he ever reaches my door; at best, he needs no more than 200 calories at dinner. Yikes.

If I feed him a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for dinner- and nothing else- that is 300-350 calories. I could skimp it to about 250 calories. Double yikes. Skinless chicken breast with broccoli? There's 200 calories. If there is no butter on the broccoli. And he gets only one serving. And nothing else.

No wonder we're having a problem.

Hint to folks screaming about obese kids: try feeding them less at school! Just because there are kids who don't get food at home doesn't give you the right to stuff my kid full of sugar and calories. Have a kid on the free lunch program? Then provide their snack, too. And give them the extra calories there. Not at breakfast and lunch. For breakfast and lunch, assume "sedentary." Its also a good idea to assume there will be food awaiting those sedentary kids at home. Assume mom would like to make cookies once in a while. Or serve mashed potatoes with dinner. Or even peas.

So I think we're going to talk to the teachers about packed lunches, where I can control the calorie count. PB&J with carrot sticks and a sugar-free dessert, eaten with his beloved chocolate milk, is only 500 calories. A hard-boiled egg, piece of fruit, and his beloved chocolate milk is only 300 calories. Plus his 30 calorie snack- that's 850 calories. Even at "sedentary" I can feed him a nice 550-calorie dinner (still light!), and be all good!

The Prompt Meme

I picked this up from, of course, Maddy.

You write the reaction you have to each prompt- don't change it. I think it is cheating to read mine first, so here are the prompts:

1. My ‘ex’ is still…..
2. I am listening to….
3. Maybe I should….
4. I love………..
5. My best friend(s)……….
6. I don’t understand………..
7. I’ve lost my respect for………..
8. I last ate………….
9. The meaning of my display name is……..
11. Someday………….
12. I will always…………..
13. Love seems to be……….
14. I never ever want to lose………….
15. My mobile phone is………..
16. When I woke up this morning……..
17. I get annoyed at/with……….
18. Parties………..
19. My pets………...
20. Kisses………..


And here are my answers:
1. My ‘ex’ is still….chasing bears.
2. I am listening to…Joey giggling. He’s chasing the cats.
3. Maybe I should… save the cat. Or get Andy up.
4. I love……….Allan.
5. My best friend(s)……… is stuck in the house today .
6. I don’t understand……….why Beau doesn’t call.
7. I’ve lost my respect for……….Cheetos. [You wanted my first response…].
8. I last ate…………last night.
9. The meaning of my display name is…. I’m Joey’s mom. It was chosen before Andy was born.
11. Someday…………I’ll mulch the garden.
12. I will always………….be chubby.
13. Love seems to be……….a squishy boy. Any age.
14. I never ever want to lose…………. my keys. [My sanity is long gone.]
15. My mobile phone is……….lost.
16. When I woke up this morning……..I was thinking of buying a present for the daughter for a high-school friend who just recently tracked me down. [She’s probably the only person from my actual high school that I ever really cared to hear from again.]
17. I get annoyed at/with………stupid people in stores.
18. Parties……….are a vague memory.
19. My pets………..are cats. One of them is diabetic like the rest of us.
20. Kisses……….are awfully sweet when they come from a boy (any age) first thing in the morning.


Give it a go. It's fun.


I am a
Daisy


What Flower
Are You?



My husband is gonna laugh his butt off when he sees this. He thinks daisies are daffy.

Saturday, August 16, 2008

Out of sorts

What does one do when one child likes to repeat sounds to calm down, and the other needs absolute silence?

My mom is thinking about buying them both headphones. Joey's will be connected to a CD player, so he can play his favorite songs and chatter and sing to his heart's content.

Andy will get noise-canceling phones so he doesn't have to hear any of it.

Yes, the boys are out of sorts. Friday afternoon, I tried to get the boys outside- something that is usually a very popular idea- and we had a drip of rain. They both ran into the house at the first drop. That is really odd. They retreated to the basement. Any time either of them appeared upstairs, I had him bounce on the trampoline for a minute. Trying to get them calm. It worked a little.

Allan kept them moving a good bit today, in the basement, outside. We went to see Dexter, and that was a good time had by all. BUt I think the wild schedule takes its toll. Tomorrow we'll go see the cousins, and so that will be another tiring, unscheduled day. Then he will go to school, but not usual school, because its only a half-day, with no breakfast or lunch there. Joey finds that really odd. Everything is chaos.

Three months of chaos. The result? Out of sorts. It's only natural. At least we have enough structure to pull him through. The summers before, those preschool summers we failed to get ESY for him, he would be a wild ball of stimming by now. I know some folks don't see anything wrong with stimming, but for Joey, it does become problematic if he only stims.

Right now, it is a matter of management. Joey needs to chatter. It is a sort of stim, but not a distracting, drift-away kind, so I don't really want to stifle it (it would kind of be like taking a kid's teddy bear away- perfectly harmless for a kid to hug a teddy bear to calm himself, right?) Andy needs quiet. having them both stressed out in the same car can be... interesting.

How much are those phones, again?

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Disappointment

You know, I was really looking forward to seeing this for my birthday:


But now, it looks like I will be stuck seeing this:


Yes, that is how my week is going. Thanks.

Life is Good.

Things that make life good here:

"My tummy hungy."
Boys on red bikes at the park.
Morning tickle-fests. In my bed. With both boys. Added bonus if Daddy is home.
"I'm a clue! I'm a clue!"
A cat going by at 100 miles an hour- because you know a giggling boy isn't far behind.
An hour at the Bug Box. Especially if the snake moves.
Red cherry tomatoes that mysteriously disappear, even though tomatoes are currently "yucky."
Wimoweh. We get most of the parts in between the three of us.
Very wet boys coming to give me a hug for taking them to the beach.
Shoes on feet, and I never touched the shoes or the feet.
Answers to questions. Any answer to any question.
"I love you, Mommy." Even when it comes after just doing something naughty.

Yep. Life is good.

Language Matters III: Things I Usually Avoid

There are some things I usually don't talk about here on my blog. I sometimes allude to them, but rarely discuss them, such as specific encounters with idiotic people and negative experiences with other people. I would far rather talk about positives. It sets an example. Teaching by positive model is far more effective around here than saying, "Don't do that!"

The issue of Tropic Thunder has caught my attention because I have had negative experiences. After all, what do I care, it isn't a movie I would have gone to see, even without the offensive language; and offensive language never stopped me from seeing South Park. In reading over the remarks made on my iReport and other surrounding reports on CNN and other news sites, I have caught the pulse of something disturbing. People seem to be ignorant of the use of "retard" towards disabled people.

We have all worked hard here to help and support Joey, and Joey has done a ton of work to be able to function in everyday situations that most people take for granted. We can go to a store. We can eat in a restaurant. Most people don't know he's autistic unless something is said, or something goes really wrong. However, there is no missing that he is unusual. Eccentric. He sometimes comes off looking spoiled, because he gets antsy and needs to move, or doesn't return immediately when I call. He sometimes dashes off and has to be called back. He sometimes needs to be contained in a shopping cart, even at six years old (and big enough to look 8 or 9). He sometimes babbles nonsense. For some reason, people think any of this is any of their business.

Which is fine, we're in public, we're not invisible. It is how the questions are sometimes asked.

"Why is he acting so retarded?"
"Why don't you tell him to sit down and stop acting like a 'tard?"
"That is so retarded! Why is he saying that?"

Excuse me? And it isn't even the question itself; it is the tone of voice when it is asked. They are not asking me if my son is intellectually challenged, and if they can help or get more information about his challenges. It is a judgment against him, against me, said with a broiling distaste and hate that results in just one response from me: we walk away. I don't even dignify such questions with a response.

Yes, this word is directed at people with disabilities. Yes, it has been directed towards us. Yes, it hurts.

I'm not out to ban movies like Tropic Thunder, or Something About Mary, or anything like that. People have a right to make movies. People have a right to ask me these questions. This is a country with free speech, and no-one will go to jail for coming up to me in a Wal-mart and asking, "Why is he acting so retarded?" That's wonderful. I like knowing who the bigots are. I also have the right to write this blog. I have the right to tell those people they are bigots, jerks, and even... well, fill in the colorful metaphor of your choice. That is free speech.

I find it disturbing that people don't realize this term is used to disparage disabled people. It is. We have the right to free speech, but with rights comes responsibility.

Just because you can say something, doesn't mean you should.

Just walk away.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Wordless Wednesday: Campout!



Tuesday, August 12, 2008

CNN!

Hey, we made the CNN iReport! Did anybody see it?

Language Matters II

As Joey learned to talk, my husband decided to teach him to say "let go, please" when he was done with being hugged. We would catch him, hug him tight, and then just hold on until he said (usually through his giggles), "Let go, please!"

Now he uses this phrase whenever he is done playing with us, and is ready to move on. Andy does, too. And we always let go, even if we aren't really done hugging yet (is one ever done hugging a boy?)

The purpose of this exercise was multi-fold. It provided Joey with words to end a situation and control his environment. It encouraged him to talk and use words. It provided the lesson that words have meaning. Words are tools, and used correctly, have results.

In some ways, self-advocates are just now starting to garner words and expect results. This is partly a "Horton Hears A Who" effect- you need enough people using words at once for people to hear you. And it is partly because improvements in interventions, supports, and communication skills among persons with disabilities- particularly communication disorders- is improving at a rate that many new voices are being added to the chorus.

It is a sad comment on society that people are not protected unless they yell loud enough to be heard. But there it is. We add our voices to the cry: "We are all unique! We are all human! We all have rights!"

That is really what the din over Tropic Thunder is all about. A tip over the top of the volume to, "Being mean is not funny!"

Monday, August 11, 2008

Language Matters

Battles over what is a semantics problem, and what is a real language problem, rattle about the blogosphere all the time. What is a meltdown? Autistic or person with autism? What do our words really say?



One thing I am telling Joey a lot is "words have meaning." It is important to use words carefully, and think before you speak. Words have meaning. Why is that so hard to remember?

Farewells: A New Year Turns

As summer draws to its close and a new school year dawns, it is time for Andy to say goodbye to old friends. First, a goodbye to his first successful preschool teacher, who has also run his summer camp classes, Andy's Mrs. S (not to be confused with Joey's Mrs. S). We brought Andy to her class with some trepidation, as he had a lot of sensory issues and an unsuccessful preschool experience. Fortunately, Mrs. S runs a tight ship, and Andy learned what was expected of him double-quick. She was sensitive enough to his sensory needs that together, they were able to negotiate a successful preschool experience! Andy loves his school, he loves Mrs. S, and we will miss her. At least he will see her around and about next year!

However, we will not be seeing MIss Cindy any more. Sadly, she is moving to Texas. We said goodbye to Miss Cindy on our final visit on Friday. I don't think Andy really understands, but we're going to handle it just like another new teacher, because he will get a new therapist. We don't know who just yet. The difference Miss CIndy has made in our lives is earth-shattering. Without other serious issues to address, sensory integration OT really does work wonders with sensory integration disorder. We have gone from a child we thought would be going into special ed, to an excellent shot of him entering a "regular" kindergarten class (though I'm personally shooting for the inclusion class- I know those teachers ROCK!) Goodbye, Miss Cindy. Thank you. We miss you already.

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Mysteries of Life

First, two boxes appeared on my front step, one for Joey and one from Andy, from Alivan's. We have no idea who they are from. Apparently, the person has specifically requested Alivan's to keep their identity secret. So if they are from you, thank you. The boys- and their mom- was surprised and it really made our day!

Then there is the Mystery of the Tomato. We finally have a tomato from our garden- a real one, from a plant we actually planted. I put it on the counter to ripen, and take with us to Grandma's today. We were having a "campout", which was more of a cookout with a tent on the porch. Anyway, I picked it up to pack it, and noticed these odd marks on it...

Hmmm. I wonder where those came from.

Meanwhile, Andy's new favorite phrase is, "I'm hungry!" He's still picky about what goes in his mouth, but at least food is now being eaten. In fact, I think if I let him, he would do nothing but eat. I am trying to take advantage of the new interest in eating to introduce new foods, but unfortunately, I think he would also spend this entire time eating Poptarts.

Saturday, August 09, 2008

This is Andy