4th retrospective, and a four-legged good-bye

Thought I’d drop these off from our 4th of July weekend, which also included a celebration of Grandma’s birthday. (Corin: “How old is Grandma going to be?” Me: [a number that sounds pretty high at 5] Corin: “Oh my. I’m not ready for that yet.”) Lots of fun cousin time for the kiddos and lots of good food for everyone.

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Radnor Lake from a quick. slightly rainy hike on Saturday afternoon

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I knew when I took that last photo, of my dad with his guide dog, Chief, that it would probably be the last one of the two of them together. Chief is retiring from his life of faithful service and this weekend will be going to join his new family in west Nashville, where he will spend his retirement relaxing and playing with his people and their other two Vizslas. After that very painful parting, my dad will be heading up to Pilot Dogs, where he will meet his new guide dog and spend two weeks training before they travel home together. I think my dad would say partings are by far the hardest part of the otherwise remarkable experience of having a guide dog. It is no small thing to say farewell to a friend and companion who has been by your side nearly every moment for so many years. We’re all losing a member of the family. But Chief is 10, has arthritis and has earned his leisure years. We will miss you, buddy, and hope your days are full of love and joy. Don’t boss those young pups around too much.

K minus one month

In just over a month, my oldest will head off to his first day of kindergarten. This proves denial is not working, so I’ve decided to embrace looming reality. For this reason, we are currently making a picture schedule for Corin’s school morning routine. This will hopefully take the currently unachievable goal of being ready to leave the house by 8 a.m. and make it a calm and effortless daily reality. Stop laughing. This needs to work.

My dad called this morning as we were shopping for paper and magnets to make this magic picture schedule. He was subjected to a constant stream of asides: “No, Corin, we’re not buying a 1,000 piece puzzle. Because it’s too many pieces for you. Why don’t you choose a 300 piece one? No, you don’t like any of those? Okay. We’ll go without. Please stop whining that you want a puzzle. No, we’re not buying minion flip-flops. Do you have the money for them? No? Neither do I.” (Can someone tell me why they need to carry minion footwear at the Jo-Ann register?) My dad seemed wildly entertained. I was not.

On the plus side, we’ve been checking out lots of early reader books at the library, and Corin is doing great with them. Teaching an almost-kindergartner to read is reminding me how terrible English is at following its own rules. “The silent e at the end makes the vowel say its name, except, you know, when it doesn’t.”

Lina has also fallen in love with books. When she was very little, I worried her short attention span would mean we’d have a hard time reading books, but I guess persistence has paid off. She will gladly bring you a book to read, and she spends hours every day flipping through pages on her own. She can be rough – I’ve taped more pages back together in the past few months than I ever have with Corin – but I figure it’s a small price to pay for a bookworm.

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(Full disclosure: Corin had already read the book in this video at least once. The first time through was much slower. Also, the dog’s scratching is super annoying. Sorry.)

Ships ahoy, and they’re firing at us, matey!

We’re plugging away at summer over here. Things have settled into a bit more of a routine, as they tend to do. Some weeks are harder than others, but we’re adjusting to the new appointment schedule and are finding space for a little fun, too.

Last week, friends invited us to go sailing on Percy Priest Lake. There wasn’t much wind, but it was a lovely picnic outing all the same.

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Yesterday, we went to the early Fourth of July celebration at a church a few minutes away. It was such a fun event, with a community band concert, free Marble Slab ice cream and a pretty impressive professional fireworks display. The weather was surprisingly cool, and my parents were able to join us. Everyone had a great time…except Corin, who firmly believed in his intensely imaginative soul that he was under direct attack by the fireworks and raced to the farthest recesses of the church building as if his life depended on it. I guess we wait a couple years before we try that again.

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Pre-fireworks, enjoying the music and free ice cream – That part, he admits, was fun.

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High five!

Ice cream mustache:
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And when we’re not at appointments or on fun outings, life looks pretty much like this:

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I think we might make it through the summer just fine, after all.

On the man in our lives

It was another full weekend, with a celebration of our 13th anniversary (which is actually this coming Tuesday), and of course, Father’s Day today.

I’d love to be able to take credit for picking the man who has made such a remarkable husband for 13 years and a truly show-stopping dad for a little over five. But really, I’m not sure how much credit I deserve. I was a very young – and as a result, fairly ignorant – 18-year-old when we first started dating. I was a still very young – and still fairly ignorant – 23-year-old when we got married. A lot of those kinds of relationships don’t last, for good reason. Who really knows at 18 what they want from life or what kind of person they will become? When you start married life at 23, there is still a lot of growing and changing to do. How do you know you will continue to share the same values and want the same things from life?

The truth is, we didn’t. After five years of dating, we knew each other well, and we understood each other’s characters. But in the end, we took a gamble. To varying extents, marriage is always a gamble. We gamble that the person we’re marrying is who we think they are. We gamble that we are ourselves who we think we are. We gamble that the character and values we share with our spouse will remain constant enough to allow us to continue on the same life path together.

I was confident in my decision at 23, but Jon has surprised me. We have our daily frustrations, same as any couple. Sometimes, I mutter about murdering him in his sleep as I clip in the car seat he left sitting out. But as a husband and father, he has blown me away. In his steadiness and patience, in the depth of his love for me and our kids, in his wisdom and spiritual depth, in his incredibly hard work, he has far surpassed anything I imagined when we said our vows. Life has thrown us some surprises and will probably throw us a few more. But I believe deep down to the soles of my feet that God knew every twist and turn, and He brought us to each other, to lighten the load when it’s heavy and to multiply the many joys as they come. The gamble isn’t so scary that way.

Jon still makes me laugh. We still enjoy each other’s company above any other. And my kids are blessed beyond measure with a dad who is not only perfectly capable of caring for them, but who truly loves to do it. When I left them with daddy for five days last weekend, he looked forward to the time. I came home to kids who clearly thrived while I was away and a daddy who lit up when he told me about the fun they’d had together. He came away with a little better appreciation for what I juggle every day, but he loved that uninterrupted time with his kids, and they loved it, too.

That’s the man who has so surpassed my 23-year-old expectations. That’s the only guy who could live up to the very high bar my daddy set. That’s my husband, and the father of my children.

After all that, I’ll leave you with a few pics from our night on the town.

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Goofy mirror selfie on our way out the door to dinner

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If you’re going to San Francisco…

This week, I am coming off a fantastic long weekend in San Francisco with my best friend. Re-entry into real life has been rather rude (especially after that flight delay that got me home at 2:30 a.m.), but I have memories of our resort stay, city excursions and Napa Valley tour to sustain me. I won’t bore you with all our travel details but will share a few pictures and just say that I’m pretty lucky to have spent several fabulous days with a lovely friend who goes all the way back to high school, knows all my secrets and loves me anyway. I miss you already, Lila!

(All pictures taken with an iPhone – no digital SLR on this trip!)

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Our historic cottage at Cavallo Point, at the foot of the Golden Gate Bridge, directly across the bay from San Francisco

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A few of the famed “painted ladies” seen on our Victorian homes walking tour

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Stained glass skylight inside a restored Victorian home, now a hotel

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From the Golden Gate Park rose garden

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Japanese gardens

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From our walk back across the Golden Gate Bridge

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Seen from across the bay, in Sausalito

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Fabulous weekly farmer’s market at the ferry building in San Fran

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Inside the ferry building

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Chinatown, obviously

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Ferry that took us from the city across the bay to Sausalito, where our resort was located

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Alcatraz as seen from the ferry

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Sausalito

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Napa Valley train ride

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Castello di Amorosa winery tour

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Views from the castle

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Roses and grape vines at another winery along the way

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Our resort (partial view on far left, red roofs), the marina and bay as seen from our hike Monday morning

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Yep… It’s a rough patch.

This afternoon, weeks of thunderstorms finally cleared, and I decided we should greet our long-lost friend the sun with at least a short walk in the neighborhood. It was a great idea…in theory. It unfolded in the following way: We made it to the end of the street, me pushing the stroller with Lina, Corin riding his balance bike (because he’s not quite confident enough to tackle that new big boy pedal bike). Then, Corin wanted to turn left, and I decided to go right. He dealt with this disappointment by running his bike into the back of my leg, whereupon he immediately lost the use of the bike and was required to walk the remainder of our jaunt. The end result was a five-year-old wailing his way around the neighborhood at full volume. You’re welcome, residents of Gracelawn and Woodside Drives.

This came after a late morning grocery shopping trip in which my children pinched, shoved and kicked each other, both wailing loudly, in the front seat of the race car cart (another theoretically good idea), successfully making me the object of either pity or scorn from one end of Publix to the other.

Corin is really struggling right now. I think there is definitely some kindergarten-related anxiety, and he also may be missing his teachers and friends from the Pre-K he loved. He seems insecure and unsettled, and I’m not entirely sure how best to help him through whatever this is. We’re working on it.

There are some definite bright spots, though. Lina’s hair pulling is so much better. We had our GiGi’s Playhouse group this morning, and she didn’t terrorize the room! She was rambunctious and a little ornery, in typical two-year-old fashion, but the locks of children and adults remained unmolested. She is walking calmly across parking lots holding my hand, and don’t look now, but she hasn’t thrown her milk cup on the floor in days. Of course, there is the new shoving-her-plate-across-the-dinner-table thing, but we’re celebrating the victories, my friends.

I will leave you with this photo of Ms. Personality helping out during the presentation at GiGi’s this morning. When I look at this, I feel relatively confident we’re going to survive the summer. (I also feel relatively confident the toy picture on the screen did not look that creepy in person.)

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What I’m Learning

I have hesitated to write this blog post for several reasons. One is I prefer to spend my time illustrating how typical our family is. I don’t spend a lot of time dwelling on how Lina – and by extension our family – is different, because in most ways, we’re not. Another reason is I don’t want to sound like I’m putting on a hero cape; I am no more a hero than any other parent of small kids. Also, I’m still kinda new at this whole “parent of a kid with special needs” thing. We’re still feeling our way along, learning as we go.

I do want to be real about the challenges we face. I mean this blog to be a glimpse into a real family that happens to have a child with Down syndrome. Sometimes there are things about that that are hard. There are things about being a family of any kind that are hard. But I’m also very lucky. Parenting a child with Down syndrome demands my best; it requires that I step up my game. I get to see the world from a little different angle, and that turns out to be a beautiful thing.

I see endless blog posts that purport to speak for whole groups of people. (“Ten Things Never to Say to People Who Pick Their Noses.” “Twenty Things Mermaids Wish You Knew About Life Under the Sea.” I obviously made those up.) I get it, and I suppose those lists have their place, but it’s way too presumptuous for me. I’m just going to share what I’ve taken from my experience thus far. Maybe it will mean something to you; maybe it will just help me clarify my own thoughts.

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Things I’m Learning as Lina’s Mom

1. A new language – TEIS, IFSP, IEP, OT, SLP, sensory diet, petechia, hypotonia, typically developing child, peer model, ABA… You get the picture. But I’ve also learned that no one starts out knowing it all. We all learn as we go. When I need to understand a new term or concept, I do. My new vocabulary has been accumulated step by step, and it represents how far we’ve come in the last two-and-a-half years. I have a much greater confidence in my ability to suit up and face the next thing, whatever that is.

2. To live in the moment – If I let it, the future can sometimes feel like a scary place. There are so many uncertainties that could be crippling if I allowed them to be my focus. Instead, I make a deliberate choice to embrace the present moment. Jon and I pour our energy into being the very best we can for both our kids today, doing everything we can right now to prepare them for the future we want for them. We celebrate today’s victories and look for ways to overcome today’s challenges. I am soaking in these days with little kids, because I know how quickly they are passing. Being Lina’s mom has required me to do better at what I should do, anyway: focus on what’s in front of me, and spend my energy on things I can actually control.

3. Real optimism – I’ve mentioned before that I struggled in the beginning with knowing how to find the right balance between realism and optimism when it came to Lina’s capabilities. With a little time, the right answer came. I’m going to choose optimism, every time. I am going to believe that my greatest hopes for her are possible, and then I will do everything I can to make it happen. I recently in my work learned an organizational change process called appreciative inquiry. One of its key tenets is the “anticipatory principle,” which suggests that what we believe about the future influences how we act today. It turns out that decision for optimism I made after Lina’s birth has solid roots in change theory research. This natural realist is no longer afraid of planning for the best possible future. Life today for young people with Down syndrome looks nothing like it did a generation ago. I believe that it can look very different again by the time Lina is striking out into the world. That belief shapes my actions right now.

4. To measure my children only against themselves – This is one we all know but sometimes have a hard time practicing. We watch another child master something our kid hasn’t even begun to tackle yet and worry: “Am I missing something? Should my kid be able to do that?” With Lina, this can go to a very hard place. Simply interacting with kids her age makes her delays apparent. Add to that the periodic assessments that measure in black-and-white the gaps between her and typically-developing kids, and suddenly those comparisons color how I see my daughter. I am learning to better keep all that in its place. I can be clear-eyed about the goals we need to work toward, but with the solid understanding that my child is not defined by how she compares to anyone else. She is fierce and independent and goofy and affectionate, and she is growing and learning new things every day. That perspective has also made it much easier to avoid comparing Corin to any other child, or myself to any other parent, for that matter. We are all works in progress, thanks to the grace of God.

5. How to live in the real world – Neither of my children is perfect. I’m not perfect. My husband’s not perfect. Our marriage is not perfect. Our faith is not perfect. Our life is not perfect. We live in a messy, imperfect, sometimes downright awful, sometimes dazzlingly gorgeous world. I know – and I want the world to remember – that Lina is not some aberration in an otherwise perfect universe. She is a beautifully imperfect kid in a world full of beautifully imperfect kids. We talk about “celebrating differences,” but do we, really? We congregate in increasingly homogenous churches, neighborhoods and towns. We seek out people who are like us, because – let’s face it – it’s just easier. Let me turn this into a challenge: Seek out people who are different from you, and look for opportunities to really hear their stories. If in your daily life, you’re never uncomfortable or challenged to see past your preconceptions, something’s missing. It may be a cliche, but God’s children are a kaleidoscope. We come from different backgrounds. We come in all shapes, sizes and colors. We talk and move and think differently, and we all have our own struggles. The most basic thing God asks of us, after loving Him, is to care for each other. If we’re not doing that, nothing else matters. If we’re spending our lives in a comfortable bubble, we’re not living the gospel. Having a child with special needs doesn’t make me immune to this problem, but it does help me to leave my comfort zone and to seek to really understand people who appear to be different. I’ll say it again: I challenge you to seek out and get to really know and love people who are not like you. That’s how God changes lives, starting with our own.

It’s not a pithy Top Ten, but there it is: the ongoing lessons of my daily life. Stay tuned; I guarantee there is more to come.

This speeding train

Lina seems to be going through another developmental jump, adding new signs and a few spoken words to her vocabulary, following through on more pretend play, stacking eight-plus blocks (and carefully turning them to make sure they line up properly), answering questions with “yes” or “no,” initiating friendly interactions with family, friends and strangers… You can tell she is taking in so much and understanding more of her world all the time.

We’re also seeing an improvement in her hair pulling, although it’s still very much a work in progress. The new occupational therapist did a full sensory evaluation and had me keep a detailed behavior log for several days. We learned that Lina has some challenges with transitions (meaning any time we change activities or locations) but is within the normal range on all sensory processing. The take-away is that at this point, the hair pulling is mostly behavioral. Lina’s receptive language skills are well ahead of her expressive IMG_2321communication, which creates frustration. She doesn’t always know how to interact and communicate with other kids and adults, and she may not know how to say that she’s overwhelmed or tired. The OT and speech therapist are helping us work through these issues. As the hair pulling eases a bit, we’re finding that a lot of the behavioral challenges we face would probably look pretty familiar to any parent of a strong-willed two-year-old.

We also learned after an initial evaluation at Vanderbilt last week that Lina qualifies for the KidTalk study. The Vanderbilt KidTalk program conducts research studies on communication intervention for preschoolers with Down syndrome (and also separate studies for preschoolers and school-aged children with autism). We’d been on a waiting list for a few months, and they called us a couple weeks ago with an opening in the current study. Lina was randomized to the intervention (rather than the control) group. This is very exciting, because it means she has immediate access to free communication interventions four times/week for approximately five months. We’ve heard great things about KidTalk and are hopeful this will push her progress over the summer and heading into her first weeks of preschool.

Of course, you can imagine what it looks like trying to fit four new therapy sessions per week into an already busy schedule. These sessions added to her existing early intervention, speech, OT and PT appointments mean Lina will be receiving six to eight sessions per week. The KidTalk study will also involve driving to Vanderbilt every six weeks for evaluations (some of which require three separate appointments) to measure progress. Those evaluations will continue for several months after the interventions are finished. Juggling the family schedule has started to feel like an Olympic sport. IMG_3444

Lately, I feel like someone hit the high-speed button on my life; this train is whipping around the tracks at 100 mph, and I can’t figure out how to slow it down. I had dreams of enrolling the kids is swimming lessons this summer. I want to have friends over on the weekends to cook out. I want to have play dates and spontaneously decide on a zoo outing or a day at the park. These are the last few months before Corin starts school for real, and I crave time to enjoy my kids. I don’t know where to find it.

This isn’t my usual kind of post. I try to keep a positive perspective, because I know how blessed I am. I truly am so grateful for my family and the life we have. I always feel the urge to disclaimer: I know there are so many people out there with problems WAY bigger than mine. But right now, I’m having a hard time finding balance. I don’t want off the train; I’d just like to be able to slow it down a bit, to take in the scenery and enjoy the ride. My guess is that’s pretty much what we all want.

I’ve decided I’m going to have to start carving time out where I can. I’ve got a very fun trip to San Francisco with a dear friend in a couple weeks, and that’s keeping me going for now. I’m probably going to have to start saying no to more event invitations. (Friends, listen up: If I decline an invite, please don’t be hurt. And please don’t stop inviting us! We want to see you; just know we’re juggling a lot and trying to find some sanity to the pace of life around here.) We’re going to have to be mindful in setting priorities.

In the meantime, I am so very grateful for the times we do get to relax, like our recent camping trip and moments when I can sit and type a blog post (while ignoring the never-ending piles of unfolded laundry). I am so grateful for understanding friends who offer a listening ear, and for family who pitch in wherever they can while managing their own busy lives. (Corin is staying with my parents this entire week – his longest stay away from home!) I am so grateful for a remarkable husband who is crazy about his family. Above all, I’m so thankful for a God who gives me the strength I need, even as I struggle to find time to make Him the priority He has to be. I pray that somehow, amidst all my busyness, He can use me to to really, truly touch the lives of people around me. I don’t know how to do it, but it has to be the overarching purpose of this crazy life. That’s something I’ve been thinking a lot about, and maybe there’s another blog post there. For now, I need the reminder that in this train analogy, I’m not the conductor. Thank God, He is.

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Camping for the win

We got back yesterday from a long weekend of camping at Grayson Highlands State Park in Virginia. We’d wanted for a long time to go camping with my Uncle Peter, an avid outdoorsman from Durham, so we decided to meet him at this spot near the North Carolina border. Jon took a couple days off work and we made the six-hour drive on Thursday, arriving in time for a late dinner.

Travel of any kind with little kids is hard work, and camping has its own set of challenges. Getting everyone packed up is a huge pain, and there is just so much that can go wrong. But to our pleasant surprise, the last couple trips we’ve taken have been remarkably smooth. This drive was the longest we’ve done with both kids, and it was – dare I say it – almost easy. (I know, I know. I can hear the groans of parents remembering car trips that left permanent emotional scars. I’m not trying to rub it in, I swear.)

Grayson Highlands was, true to Uncle Pete’s word, an absolutely gorgeous place. There were several hikes of a manageable length for young legs, complete with wild ponies and rewarding views. The campground itself was lovely, and we took advantage of a couple programs they offered over the weekend: a welcome bonfire with s’mores on Friday night and a salamander hunt Saturday morning. We ate some fantastic camp meals, everybody slept relatively well, we had a little down time to relax, and it was generally one of the nicest camping trips we’ve taken. (There was the Shower Horror of 2015, in which an attempt to bathe myself and the toddler in the campground shower resulted in wailing heard the next mountain over – hers, not mine, although I admittedly felt like joining her. Needless to say, she just stayed dirty the rest of the trip.) The kids had a blast, which makes us feel like perhaps we can achieve our goal of teaching them to really appreciate the outdoors.  I call that a win.

And now we’re home, with kids in need of catch-up sleep, adults with a bit of sunburn, and mounds of camping laundry to fold. Oh, and some really great memories, too.

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For all his many faults, he’s been a faithful camping companion since 2003.

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Playing superheroes: Somebody’s The Hulk or Thor, somebody’s Iron Man, and there is always an army of bad guys waiting to be defeated.

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Pregnant mare

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“Don’t pet the ponies,” the signs said. But what to do when THEY pet YOU?

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The head of his herd, aptly named “Fabio” by the rangers, letting us know who’s the boss. 

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Wearing her food, so pretty much a normal day

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She loved playing in the tent.

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Salamander hunting!

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Nap time

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Snack time

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Red trillium

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Orchid

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Tennyson looking down at the Christmas tree farms below

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Painted trillium

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On to the next thing

Yesterday was Corin’s last day of preschool. He was a little sad, but he mostly seems excited about moving on to kindergarten. His teachers made him an awesome yearbook binder of photos and art projects from the year. It was so fun to see his progress since last August. Tomorrow is technically the last day of school and graduation, but we’re skipping in favor of a four-day camping trip in Virginia. I figure he’ll have plenty more graduations in his life. For now, I’ll just feel a little nostalgic over the passing of this milestone, and then it’s on to the next thing.

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Best preschool teachers ever

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Awesome classroom assistant

Yesterday was also Lina’s last day at Mother’s Day Out. We’re taking the summer off, and then it’s on to the early childhood preschool in September.

Of course, by taking the summer off, I mean we’ll be running around to various therapy appointments every week, in addition to potentially being enrolled in a Vanderbilt research study that would involve four appointments a week plus periodic visits to Vandy for progress evaluations. We won’t exactly be kicking back and taking it easy.

We’ll also be working very, very hard on the sensory issues at the root of Lina’s hair pulling. We had our first visit with a new OT on Monday, and I am very hopeful she will really be able to help. It will take some time, but I think we could be in a much better place in a few weeks. I can’t tell you how much I need that to be true. We stopped at one of our favorite farmer’s markets yesterday afternoon, and the kids had a great time on the playground. Lina loves the playground, but it is exhausting trying to police her every move. No matter how fast I am, I can’t entirely prevent her from pulling hair. Parents have been so understanding, but what can you really say when your child comes away with a handful of another kid’s hair? Her aggression has spread to pinching and hitting. She is clearly so frustrated and anxious; I think soon we’ll have a much better handle on why and how to help.