N-Zilla...My Loveable and Destructive, AND Insomniac two year old.

Well another sleepless night...


Lets say another sleepless night for me.  The good thing is my N-Zilla didn't keep me up by crying endlessly into the night.  He was just continuously moving until about 2:30 am.  That seems to be the magic number when he finally falls asleep.

Lets break it down...
10 pm N-Zilla rubs his head back and forth against the wall
10 something pm starts singing
11 pm rubs my arm then pinches my arm fat for at least 30minutes
12 N-Zilla tries desperately to find the right spot to put his foot, and always ends up on my butt
12:15 N-Zilla squeezes my neck rolls over and kicks his dad..rolls over and squeezes my neck...this repeats for awhile
1 am N-Zilla, my loveable and destructive insomniac decides he will sooth himself by pinching my earlobe with one hand and pulling my hair with the other...
2:30 I can't breath...I push the boy towards the middle of the bed, go to the bathroom, and he's sound asleep.

5:30 am  I get up to start my day...start to get disgruntled that I did not get enough sleep, then realized at least he wasn't crying for 5 hours straight.

I will take what I can get.

It's not cute every single day....

Tonight was the baaaad night....or day.  Today was just conformation that I'm is right.  N-Zilla has a schedule..

N-Zilla is moving from the time he wakes up til he falls to asleep and with out direction or something to do my house pays dearly...Today every part of my house has seen the wrath of N-Zilla my Loveable and Destructive two year old.

Today I couldn't help it..I have a dead  line tomorrow for a class...I needed to get it done.  I could hear the Cherrio's hitting the floor as typed away. 

It's days like this I dislike being a mom.  It's days like this I want to put the t.v on and let the kids zone out...Matter of fact I did...didn't work.  I had to go on.

Tonight N-Zilla just wouldn't stop.  I had enough....I had to stop working.  I laid down with him.  I got kicked, slapped and I think my eye was poked.  N-Zilla wouldn't sit/lay still.   It reminded me of the days when he was a baby...the boy would not sleep...he was up until 4am....moving..tossing and turning...and crying.

Lately I feel like those days are back...

you can't tell but he's crying...that's how most of our dining experience's where until lately.

  

I put the schedule up for us to help N-Zilla..maybe he wouldn't be so destructive just loveable through out the week...Sometimes I feel maybe I'm over doing it...just leave it alone, "he'll grow out of it" but tonight reminded me of what we were going through a few months  ago...Everyday.  If I keep him busy for the majority of the day I don't feel overtaken and I'm sure N-Zilla feels more in control of him self. 

My goal is to make the play area a little Sensory area for N-Zilla...and The Baby...what the heck...For Son #1 and Crazy Horse too! 

So yeah I have a schedule taped in the kitchen, and I moved the outside toys into sections for N-Zilla.....some might think I'm overreacting...but one day with out the schedule and I want to run out side cry and smoke cigarettes.  I'm gonna try to not let my work interfere with N-Zilla my Loveable and Destructive boy's day..or any of my kids for that matter...sure I might age a little more..but if it avoids outburst like tonight and late night cleaning...then I don't mind.

...And Then He Bit me.....

The last few days have been a mental roller-coaster....trying to find some info about Sensory Processing Disorder...talk about Sensory over load for me....and not to mention we are all still morning the death of Wasabie (our doggie).

It was hard to weed through the info on the web...when you type in symptoms first things that pop up is Autism and ADHD...Finally got to Sensory Processing Disorder..and I was getting all torn up inside because lots of the symptoms Crazy Horse (daughter. .9 yr old) ...but she seems to have out grown it about the time I signed her up for Soft Ball...

The whole Sensory thing seems to be effecting N-Zilla in a whole different/opposite way.  Also what was a little discouraging was that their is not really preventive health for this kinda thing...I kinda have to wait til N-Zilla gets in a school setting (again) and acts out...not participate..or regress...

As of right now it seems like my Insurance won't cover Occupational Therapy or Sensory Toys that N-Zilla could benefit from.  I've come to grips with that.  What ever it takes..Even if I have to make my own flash cards and glue sand outlining the letters. 

Found out some helpful info...and still looking for blogs about parents that are going through Sensory issues and/or speech therapy...So please if your out there..send a comment.
Went with Sun Shine (my cousin) to Lake Shore... to see what they had...we also went to the mall and other stores had lunch together...I love Sunshine for the way she loves N-Zilla.  Poor thing has been victim to N-Zilla's Loveable and Destructive ways...things have been broken, lost, and ripped.  Sunshine is on board with N-Zilla...she doesn't treat him any different.  When buying things for N-Zilla she actually goes out of her ways to see if it will benefit N-Zilla.  Like the Silly Bands she got for N-Zilla, "Oh this should be good for sensory and colors".  She's totally looking out for N-Zilla..

Our last stop was Target....then straight off to Softball practice...I was filling drained but also in a good mood... N-Zilla was good at the stores...didn't pee in his underwear...he laid on the floor a couple of times...but no biggie.  And then he BIT ME!

In all of his life (2 2.5 years) the boy has never bit me.  What the hell! N-Zilla wouldn't let got..I thought he was leaning in for a kiss...now I'm going to be sporting a welt for the next day....

Hours later The Baby bit me on my shoulder...Go figure.

Rollie Pollie...the gate way Bug...

  

(First, my pictures are going to be bad quality for a while.  My Loveable and Destructive son put my Camera that Mr. S got me for Valentines day in the fish tank.  Any pictures that I put up that are in good quality are pre-water function.  Bare with me,  We have birthday's, promotions, and baptisms.  After all that..if nothing else comes up, I'll get a brand new (water proof) camera)

Today was Speech Therapy, and thank goodness N-Zilla was in a better mood this time.  We had a scheduled S/T on Monday; however the N-Zilla woke right after Mr. S went to work.  He didn't want to be held, ignored, talked to, and he wanted milk then he didn't want milk.  He wanted Thomas and Friends on but apparently I put the wrong one on.  At 6am I couldn't take it any more.  I went in my room to do some home work and listened to music to help drown out N-Zilla's crying....at 6:30am he fell asleep.  That was great except he didn't wake up for S/T.  He shook his head no and went back to sleep.  We rescheduled for Thursday.

N-Zilla was bright eyed and up early this morning.  This meant that I had to be too.  It also meant that we had a limited time to be cooped up in the house before N-Zilla would expire.  

Poured my self the best store brand (HEB) coffee....got the boy dressed and ventured out into the front lawn.  I figured we'd plant some flowers.  N-Zilla has shown interest in flowers lately.  I opened the bag of potting soil...gave N-Zilla his mini shovel to scope the dirt out.  It lasted all about 1 minute.  As soon as he touched the damp soil he shook his heads and said, "No, bug".  His interest faded quickly.  

I tried having him sit in my lap while while I planted the flowers...N-Zilla began banging his head against my chest...quickly I could see that wasn't gonna work.  N-zilla wasn't "throwing a fit", he just clearly did not like the dirt and sitting in my lap.  He didn't mind sitting and watching me.  He was my cheerleader saying, "o cul", "aww floweer". 

I wanted to try to get him involved because I could see his eyes shifting toward the blasted HEB Buddy bag that he carries with him ALWAYS! It holds his Thomas the Train tracks and trains.

I got some paint and gave him a paint brush.  What I really wanted to do was put the kids hand prints on the planter...but N-Zilla doesn't like paint on his hands. So I gave him the brush....He sat for while painting ( a few minutes).  It was a victory because he was calm and focused, at peace....paint eventually got on his hand and he called it quiets and moved on to his Buddy Bag.

The Speech Therapist came shortly after that...but it took 30 minutes to get him to venture out side of Thomas.

The day went pretty smooth after that.  I find that as long as I keep him busy from the time he wakes up til he lets me know he is ready to slow down (about 11:30), things go pretty good.  Only problem about that....I have The Baby and a full Load of On-line Classes and dead lines, tweens, and the house.  It gets sticky sometimes.  And honestly when ever I am focused on one, the other  gets neglected or not 100% of my 100%.  It can get mentally exhausting.  So at the end of the day..when it looks like I did nothing in the house...my brain is trying to remember if every body got what they needed through out the day and the dog got fed.

Night time went good too...to  tired to fight N-Zilla to sleep in his own bed, Mr S and I surrender and let the boy lay down with us.  Singing song's and saying rhymes, I think Mr. S got to bond with N-Zilla and see that he wants to speak so bad it almost looks like it hurts..but in stead he repeats "Thomas", and " Cu's Cu's" (blues clues).  I think he does this, because he knows that we understand him when he says those words.

I forgot to mention...another huge accomplishment...N-Zilla didn't freak out when I showed him a rollie pollie..he didn't touch it...but he didn't lose it when he saw it...hopefully rollie pollie's are his gateway bug.