Thursday, April 13, 2023

Easter Sunday

Easter morning came early! My parents wanted to attend their church's early service so my mom would have time to cook our Easter lunch. We were up and working on getting out the door by 8:30, and thankfully the girls cooperated and all got dressed. 
It probably helped that I told them they wouldn't be able to open their Easter baskets until after church, so they hurried a bit. 

But also, while we were getting dressed, Adalyn started to cry because she missed her dad. I told her that he was probably still asleep and not to call, but that she could send him a quick text message. Which, was a big mistake, because I had told him all about their Easter baskets and how I had hidden a message inside their eggs revealing their big present. 

She came to me and said "the Easter bunny isn't real? You're the Easter bunny?" with a sad look on her face and I was probably just exasperated and told her it was true. Her sisters were quick to tell her that the Easter bunny wasn't real but that Santa was and she was good. 

They opened their Easter baskets from me, not the Easter bunny. 

Adalyn had written a note to the Easter bunny and of course, he. I mean, I, wrote her back. 
Gretchen got some make up and candy. 
Adalyn got some Barbie toys and candy.
Megan got an outfit for cheer practice and candy. 

But their big present was bicycles for Megan and Adalyn and roller blades for Gretchen. But, those were at home since there was no way we could bring those to Gee's house. 
We were out the door for church, and stopped over for a quick photo op and doughnuts and juice. 

The girls wanted their picture in front of the tomb, and of course they had to role play crawling out of the tomb and standing guard. 

After church, we snapped a few pictures outside of my parent's house. 



These girls are growing up way too fast. I feel like they were just little and all wearing matching Easter dresses yesterday. 

All of the family arrived and we had a big lunch. 
Gee has her arms full with all grand girls! 

Then it was time for the egg hunt! Each of the kids hunting had a big plastic egg with money and candy inside. 
I love that she isn't too big for egg hunts. 

After the egg hunt, my mom came up with games to play. Thankfully, we had 4 very brave adult volunteers. We put shaving cream on their heads and the kids tosed cheese balls at them. 
Then it was the kids turn and the adults threw cheese balls at them. 

Then they had to transfer eggs in to a dish with just a spoon. 
After the games, we had a big confetti egg fight! And it was a mess! 
Easter was fun. 

I loved being with my family and extended family. It was exactly how I wanted to celebrate this year and just be with the people that I love. Sometimes it's hard that we live away from family. So, when we're able to have these holidays, the memories are extra special. 

 

Wednesday, April 12, 2023

Easter Weekend Wrap Up Part 1

I had told DJ back in November that I wanted to go home for Thanksgiving. I had several family members that I haven't seen in years since I haven't been home for the holidays, and I really wanted a big family Easter like I had growing up. We tried to work out a way for him to come too, but he had practice on Friday until noon and had to be back Monday; if he would've come it would have been a super fast trip and we would've had to leave Sunday afternoon missing out on a lot of the fun. So, we opted for him to stay home and the girls and I to go together. They were out of school on Friday, so we got up and left around 8. 
Gretchen and Gabby were front seat buddies. 
We stopped in West, Tx for kolaches! We use to always stop at The Czech Stop on road trips, but haven't in a while because we like to get where we are going ;) But, kolaches were a must on our girls road trip to Gee's house. 

We arrived in to Little Rock, stopped by a friend's house and made it to Gee's around 6 just in time for dinner. 
Saturday morning, Gee made bacon and pancakes and the dogs split a piece. 

Megan and Adalyn went to their cousin's house while Gretchen and I had a slow morning. We got dressed and waited on DJ's mom to drive down to spend the day with us. 

She arrived around noon, just in time for us to go to Amelia's family birthday party. 

After the party, we ran in to town and picked up shoes. I had forgotten that the pair I was planning on wearing had broken, so I needed new ones. 
When we got home, Gretchen booted me out of the driver's seat and drove down the driveway.
We spent the rest of the afternoon dying Easter eggs. 
Megan helped Gee mix up the dye. 


The girls all took turns using the egg-magic marker kit to color their eggs. 
The kit that Gee bought was dinosaur themed, so the girls had a blast turning their eggs in to dinosaurs! 


Once we ready to dye the eggs, we took it outside. 



Egg dying use to be such a pain when they were little, but gosh, now that they're older we can sit back and watch and it's so much more fun! Ha! 
Megan opted for licking her eggs. She also tried drinking the dye but that's neither here nor there. 
A quick picture with Nana before she had to leave to head back home. 

That evening we had dinner, and the girls decided to sleep in Gee's camper! 
Which meant our Easter bunny could come early and I could get to bed! 

 

Wednesday, April 5, 2023

Weekend Wrap Up

Last Friday night, DJ and I headed downtown to the CMT Crossroads recording and we were exited! We grabbed a bit to eat, got there early to get in line and ended up fairly close to the stage. 
2 hours of standing and waiting for the concert to start and they finally started passing out water, which led to rude people cutting in line. See below. 
This group of 4 grabbed an empty water box, pretended to pass it out, and cut through a crowd of people to get closer. Then they lit a joint, so that was loads of fun. The guy in the polk a dot shirt (that you can just see his shoulder) ended up taking a hit, and not being able to stand about 5 minutes later. 

After Darius Rucker and the other band played the same 3 songs 3 times, they pulled a 40ish minute intermission, where another group of 4 weaved their way through the crowd and stood right in front of us. One song in to the second set and I was ready to leave.

I told DJ that he should see how I react when people sit in seats they didn't have tickets to at football games. It's one of my biggest pet peeves, and I'll immediately get an usher and get them to leave. 

Saturday morning we were worshipping Jesus at our church's Easter egg hunt. 
Adalyn found her friend and Megan was still young enough to participate. While the little kids were hunting eggs, the big kids got doughnuts and played in bounce houses. 
We ran in to potty and take a picture! 
These sisters were having so much fun! 
It was finally time for their age group to hunt eggs and we were first told they could only grab around 15, but then they were told to grab as many as they could and it was a free for all! Probably a benefit of going last! 
Adalyn's basket was FULL! 
We found a spot and emptied all of the eggs for the candy, and to make sure they didn't win any of the prizes!


After our egg hunt, we drove to Dripping Springs for Adalyn's soccer games. 
We grabbed lunch then watched her play 2 games. Their team lost the first, we had an hour break, and then they played amazing and won the 2nd game. 
DJ had sent me this picture from where the CMT awards were being hosted on Sunday night- right across from the football stadium on campus! I told him we should sneak over and watch from the outside Sunday night, but we were both content to stay home in our comfies and watch from the sofa. 
Saturday night, Megan spent the night with her great aunt, and Adalyn went to a friend's house for a few hours, so DJ, Gretchen, and I went to eat Mexican food. 
The sky on the drive home was a gorgeous pink and blue. We picked up Adalyn from her friend's house, she made a pallet on the floor in our room,
and was quickly asleep! 

We all crashed around 10 Saturday night, and opted to stay home on Sunday. As much as I hated missing church, we just needed a day. We're go go go right now, and a day home relaxing, getting laundry done, having a family dinner. It was exactly what we needed. 

 

Tuesday, April 4, 2023

Easter Decor

It took me forever to actually get out my Easter decorations this year. I really wasn't in the mood. We are in a season where the house seems dirty all of the time and I'm falling way behind with day to day chores and dragging out the Easter decor was just one more thing that I couldn't bring myself to do. 

I finally got the boxes down one afternoon and they sat in our entry way for several days. Sigh. 

I had last Friday off, and I was determined to catch up with the house and get out a few decorations. I just wanted to add a few simple touches, nothing overboard. 
To our dining table, I added a wooden bunny, a nest of eggs, some carrots, and a little egg block. 

Over on our sideboard, I added my pewter bunny platter, some eggs, a plant, and a rabbit. 
Just a few touches to make it colorful, but still simple and clean. 


In our hall table, I added an egg, some wooden signs, and little wooden bunnies. 

Even though we won't be home for Easter, and even though I really wasn't in the mood to decorate, I'm thankful that I finally set out just a few touches for the season. 

 

Monday, April 3, 2023

Autism Awareness Month

 April is Autism Awareness Month, and yesterday was specifically a day dedicated to autism awareness. I felt compelled to write something down, because I work with autistic children every day and they've impacted my life in the most humbling way. You see, I've been a speech langauge pathologist for almost 18 years and my journey from what I've learned has come so far. 

18 years ago, when I graduated, I knew very little about autism. We were taught person first language and it was always "people with autism." I knew communication skills were low and I thought cognitive functioning was too. I knew there were social skill difficulties, little eye contact, difficulty with turn taking, language development. I knew the prevelance was around 1 in 150 or 200. Back then, it wasn't as high as it is today. 

In my 2nd year, we moved to Indiana and I began my work in the public schools. I distinctly remember evaluating my first client with autism. He was turning 3 and entering the public school system. His mom had started him on a gluten-casen free diet and he had a few signs and no spoken language. We wanted to place him in our developmentally delayed preschool classes that were language enriched and he would receive speech and occupaitonal therapy services. His parent did not want to enroll him in that class and instead enrolled in him in the Ball State Child Study Center, something we as a team disagreed with. That limited his therapy, and I saw him on consult once a month, and he was making progress. Eventually I started seeing him more often and his mom would bring him to me. By the time he turned 5, he no longer met the school's criteria of having autism. 

We know there isn't a cure for autism, but that child would have made me believe different. Either his wholistic diet and other methods worked or maybe he was wrongly diagnosed. But he his language had blossomed. He could play a game and take turns, and he just didn't need services as defined by the school at that time. 

We eventually moved to Oklahoma and I began to work in the public schools again. I had twin brother's on my caseload with autism, and they were likely the 2nd "case" that stood out to me. They were vastly different. Very bright, but the demands of the classroom were becoming increasingly more difficulty with each passing year leading to more outbursts and breakdowns. We also didn't provide 1:1 aids and had recommended a different classroom setting. Their mother was adamant that they remain in the general education setting. She advocated so strongly for them. They eventually moved out of the area, but professionally, they had impacted me. 

I once took a continuing education class from the Oklahoma Autism Center and I learned so much about their principles. I didn't know at the time, but we were taught they the classes/program were led by speech pathologists, and there were aids. The children were essentailly taught ABA (Applied Behavior Analysis) principles and progress was being made. And I thought, "what a wonderful thing tto be doing!"

In time, we moved to Texas and I received the position I'm still in today, although it looks different now than it does 5 years ago......

Because I had school experience I was placed in a school for autistic students who also received ABA services at school. I co-treated many of my students with their ABA therapists. My therapy looked like drilling language principles, giving rewards, sticker charts, breaks. It was very mundane as we sat at a table and drilled concepts. 

I loved the idea of these kids getting to learn in custom classrooms with teachers and aids, and ABA therapists present. It was a wonderful set up. I met some amazing therapists. Truly. I had one client whose mother was a therapist as well, and I will forever be grateful for my time with them. I'm still online friends with several of my co-workers from that time and I know they mean so well. 

During that time I also witnessed some of the saddest moments. When a child was in meltdown, there was ignoring of the behavior. I remember kids being in "safe areas" and adults would turn their backs, not giving attention to the tantrum. I heard of a child locked in a bathroom all day for his refusal. I saw my desk cleared of items because one student threw a flashcard down because he didn't want to do it. He was then placed in a hold on the ground because he didn't want to clean up the mess that he didn't make. 

My heart broke. 

I wanted to believe in the well being of it all. I wanted to believe that what these trained therapists were doing worked. I wanted to believe that these children would grow up and be well-incorporated adults in to our environment.

I eventually moved away from the school and back in to a private practice setting and I was relieved. I started to dig in as most of the clients I evalauted were autistic. I learned that autistic adults now preferred disorder first language. Autism is a part of them. It is not a disorder that needs fixing.  

I jumped in to online forums and learned as much as I could from other therapists. I learned about sensory needs. I learned about play based therapy. About augmentative communication. My mind was opening in all of these amazing possibilities. 

I've had so many clients that taught me more than I could ever teach them. I had one client who was so musically inclined. He would watch "Let It Go" on You Tube and slow the speed down or speed it up. I didn't even know you could do that on You Tube videos! He would listent ot he music. He would watch movies that were on my ipad and change them to other languages. I would just watch him explore on his "breaks" and be in so much awe.

When his family moved away and I had to say goodbye. I cried. That child really opened my eyes that autism wasn't something that needed to be fixed. It needs to be embraced. 

I began learning about Gestalt Language Processing. Autistic kids don't typically learn language in the way a "typical developing child" does. They can learn through music, television- and pick up on words and phrases that have meaning to them. 

I moved away from the idea of picture exhange and it's principals of hand over hand and forced langauge to embracing augmentative communciation in my sessions. 

I have therapists ask me "well, what if they throw a fit", and do you know since moving out of the school for autistic kids, not one client has had a meltdown that has been explosive. It's so rare. My clients are welcome to come in and choose what they want. We incorporate language through play rather than forced flash cards or drills. 

I'm not saying any of this to brag on myself. I'm still learning so so much. 

I'm learning every day about gestalt langauge, AAC, embracing stims rather than stopping them. Building trust. Slowly allowing myself to be present and engage in their interest and activities. I'm working on listening to autistic adults and their experiences, and doing things differently. I'm not writing goals to focus on eye contact and turn taking. The goal is not to change who a person is, but to embrace who they are and meet them where they are. I want to be an ally. I want to ask questions and learn and support families. 

There's so much more that I want to share when the time is right. In time, that will come. I know that everyone working with autistic individuals is doing what they think is best. I just urge us to all listen to each other and to support each other. 

To every client I've worked with- thank you for teaching me more than I could have ever learned on my own. To my current boss, thank you for trusting your therapists and giving us the opportunity to learn and embrace change, and our ability to collaborate with each other. 

To parents of autistic kids- you're doing awesome. Remember that your chils is not broken. Your child does not need to be fixed. Your child does not need 40 hours a week of therapy. Your child just needs to be loved and supported. Dive in to the community and learn what you can and as any parent does, fully support your child where they are. I know you're doing that already. You love your child more than life itself. You're their person. Thank you for that.