I know...I know. No one else but me is interested in m kids toilet training habits. But best believe when the time comes that N-Zilla actually uses the potty I will be tweeting, FB'ing, and I might even put a ad in the paper.
Taking a break from the toleit.
It's discouraging to me because Son #1 and Crazy Horse where potty trained by 2. Tiger Lily (The Baby) is showing interest on using the potty. She's in the first stages...but my N-Zilla is gonna be 4 this summer and has no interest.
We've tried everything. Stickers. Singing. Snacks. NetFlix in the bathroom. Everything.
It's just not working.
Sooo...Mrs. Awesome and I have decided that we are putting a halt to the potting training at home and at school. It was starting to do more harm then good. At home and at school. It's so frustrating for us...so we know how much more frustrating it is on him.
Goodbye Yo Gabba Gabba Chonies and hello (again) Target Brand Pull-Ups. For now.
N-Zilla
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Thursday, February 2, 2012
N-Zilla and Mrs Awesome
I have a son. His name is N-Zilla. He has his own Hashtag on twitter. And he is lovable and destructive.
My Lovable and Destructive Son, N-Zilla, has a Pre-K teacher. She is Awesome.
She is awesome because she loves her job and because of that loves N-Zilla.
Mrs. Awesome loves her Job and N-Zilla who has his very own Hashtag, because of that he is doing great things. Like...Talking and counting.
N-Zilla counted to 13 yesterday. This morning he said "No", and "Where's my head phones"?
N-Zilla my Lovable and Destructive Talking Counting son loves school!
I love him and Mrs. Awesome!
Friday, January 27, 2012
It started off as venting but turned in to adoration.
Walking around out side. Can not sit in the cry room at church and have a limited time sitting with the other adults during mass. In short...we go for lots of walks.
N-Zillllllaaaaaa! I was very sad this day. My loveable and destructive adorable son (and his baby sister) broke my very last gift from my teaching days. When am I ever gonna go to Viet Nam. Or have an awesome student named Vivian from Viet Nam.?
N-Zillas fav pose
His fav subject. ONLY!N-Zilla's found a new quite place. It's my quite place. In addition of knocking over our patio furniture and his toy chest, he know knocks over my frames.
In addition of knocking over our patio furniture and his toy chest, he know knocks over my frames.
Okay...I started writing this post to complain and convince myself that it's ok that my house looks like it's been ransacked and infested with Thomas the Trains and Lighting Mc Queens...but all I can think of is how cute my N-Zilla is.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
N-Zilla broke a pepper shaker.
Today N-Zilla my Loveable and Destructive son threw a pepper shaker in a restaurant. It broke. Glass shattered everywhere. Me, like the Rockefeller that I am asked to put it on my bill.
Their is more I want to write about this day. Like...why did I not see it coming? What set N-Zilla off? Son #1 and Crazy Horse acted totally normal...why? Why didn't I seem more surprised?
Later. Way later I had several mini panic attacks. I didn't pack him a sensory bag. I should of. I was to lazy and double booked to make dinner. I didn't want to be bothered with the cleaning of the mess. I shoulda just made dinner at home. I sent N-Zilla to school with underwear instead of pull-ups. I made him sit on the toilet this morning when he didn't want to. I put him on the bus and didn't give him his weighted blanket, and I was still late to work. I didn't tell him that he was going to his Grandma's house after school. I hid his trains so he wouldn't get over whelmed....so me and his older siblings didn't have to deal with the mess of a dumped out toys box. He found them anyways. I should have prepared better for the day.
Their is more I want to write about this day. Like...why did I not see it coming? What set N-Zilla off? Son #1 and Crazy Horse acted totally normal...why? Why didn't I seem more surprised?
Later. Way later I had several mini panic attacks. I didn't pack him a sensory bag. I should of. I was to lazy and double booked to make dinner. I didn't want to be bothered with the cleaning of the mess. I shoulda just made dinner at home. I sent N-Zilla to school with underwear instead of pull-ups. I made him sit on the toilet this morning when he didn't want to. I put him on the bus and didn't give him his weighted blanket, and I was still late to work. I didn't tell him that he was going to his Grandma's house after school. I hid his trains so he wouldn't get over whelmed....so me and his older siblings didn't have to deal with the mess of a dumped out toys box. He found them anyways. I should have prepared better for the day.
(Upside of today: 1) We didn't get kicked out of the restaurant like we did at China Moon. 2)Despite the broken glass it was a very pleasant meal with Son #1 and Crazy Horse. Because I didn't dwell on the broken glass to long, I got to hear about their day at school. 3) No dishes to wash at home.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
It's not that easy to blog about N-Zilla.
N-Zilla. What can I say.
Lately I have been more comfortable writing about my mishaps and musings at the other blog then I am writing about my N-Zilla.
I think sometimes I just don't want to think of anything else but "normal stuff" when it comes to N-Zilla. Still...sometimes I cry when I see him hit a mile stone or realize a delay.
As they say "don't get it twisted". My Loveable and Destructive son is still as loveable and destructive as ever. A broken wine glass is proof.
I just have this anxiety about him. For him.
I have this habit of planning months ahead for things. Like birthdays. Feb is Crazy Horses. March Is Mr. S's. April is Tiger Lily's (the baby). And two months later is N-Zilla's and Son #1.
I have like 4 or 5 months until N-Zilla's Birthday. Yet I'm freaking out.
I want to include family and friends without excluding him.
I've got a brillant idea for a birthday party for the Loveable N-Zilla from my cousin. So I'm sure things will be fine.
I see how he is at social gatherings. He gets over stimulated. Starts knocking things over or retreats. Christmas and New Years (which I have yet to blog about). Basket Ball games and such. I see him. I know him. I think that is why I have birthday party anxiety.
Mr. S suggested we invite his friends from school. I had to say it out loud to Mr. S, "N-Zilla doesn't have any friends".
"Well then...Just invite his whole class".
I wanted to ask if he was even present during New Years.
...but instead just drank my coffee and talked about how ugly our couches are.
Lately I have been more comfortable writing about my mishaps and musings at the other blog then I am writing about my N-Zilla.
As they say "don't get it twisted". My Loveable and Destructive son is still as loveable and destructive as ever. A broken wine glass is proof.
I just have this anxiety about him. For him.
I have this habit of planning months ahead for things. Like birthdays. Feb is Crazy Horses. March Is Mr. S's. April is Tiger Lily's (the baby). And two months later is N-Zilla's and Son #1.
I have like 4 or 5 months until N-Zilla's Birthday. Yet I'm freaking out.
I want to include family and friends without excluding him.
I see how he is at social gatherings. He gets over stimulated. Starts knocking things over or retreats. Christmas and New Years (which I have yet to blog about). Basket Ball games and such. I see him. I know him. I think that is why I have birthday party anxiety.
Mr. S suggested we invite his friends from school. I had to say it out loud to Mr. S, "N-Zilla doesn't have any friends".
"Well then...Just invite his whole class".
I wanted to ask if he was even present during New Years.
...but instead just drank my coffee and talked about how ugly our couches are.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
N-Zilla's Mom is giving advice.
If I could give any constructive advice to parents and families going through any diagnoses process. Anything to do with SPD. ASD. AS. Or Just having kids. Here they are.
1. The first and most important is YOU ARE YOUR CHILD'S ADVOCATE. Never forget that.
2. Relatives might be rude. Strangers will be rude. Try your best not to let it get you down. Number 2 will tie in with number 3.....wait for it.
3. Start a blog! You won't believe how much you release. Then you reread and reflect. Plus there is a huge community out there via blogging/twitter/facebook. Where you thought you were alone...you find out that your not and who knows maybe your words are there for someone else.
4. Trust your gut. It's hard when you hear "what if's"coming from every direction. Remember YOU ARE YOUR CHILD'S ADVOCATE and YOU KNOW YOUR CHILD BEST.
5. Ask for help. Their are so many programs. N-Zilla was in speech therapy through ECI (Early Childhood Intervention, through Brighten in San Antonio). Now he is in pre-k through the school district. Any Baby Can is a awesome resource
6. Ask for help. Again. Find a special someone who knows and gets your little "N-Zilla". Have them watch him/her for a bit. Take a nap. Drink some wine. What ever. Just get the help and unwind. Your N-Zilla will thank you later.
7. Have a sensory diet ready. N-Zilla's consist of three hat that must be worn at the same time, a diesel 10 train, a body sock, pictures of familiar routines, and tight hugs. Find out what your kiddo likes and have it ready.
8. Read the signs. We can tell when N-Zilla has had enough of company. So he has learned to excuse himself and go to a quite place. Usually it is his room with his trains or going on google images to look at Diesel 10. Don't call attention to it. At restaurants we go for walks to avoid meltdowns. We also avoid triggers. Like my beloved Red Robbins.
9. Don't let anyone down play or push a diagnoses. Remember 1. and 4.
10. Continue to Love you child. You'll get through it. Some days will hurt more then others. Some days you want to get ear muffs and drink heavily. Some days are great. But isn't that how it is for most parents? (Please tell me I am not the only one.)
Those are Tips From N-Zilla's Mom.
1. The first and most important is YOU ARE YOUR CHILD'S ADVOCATE. Never forget that.
2. Relatives might be rude. Strangers will be rude. Try your best not to let it get you down. Number 2 will tie in with number 3.....wait for it.
3. Start a blog! You won't believe how much you release. Then you reread and reflect. Plus there is a huge community out there via blogging/twitter/facebook. Where you thought you were alone...you find out that your not and who knows maybe your words are there for someone else.
4. Trust your gut. It's hard when you hear "what if's"coming from every direction. Remember YOU ARE YOUR CHILD'S ADVOCATE and YOU KNOW YOUR CHILD BEST.
5. Ask for help. Their are so many programs. N-Zilla was in speech therapy through ECI (Early Childhood Intervention, through Brighten in San Antonio). Now he is in pre-k through the school district. Any Baby Can is a awesome resource
6. Ask for help. Again. Find a special someone who knows and gets your little "N-Zilla". Have them watch him/her for a bit. Take a nap. Drink some wine. What ever. Just get the help and unwind. Your N-Zilla will thank you later.
7. Have a sensory diet ready. N-Zilla's consist of three hat that must be worn at the same time, a diesel 10 train, a body sock, pictures of familiar routines, and tight hugs. Find out what your kiddo likes and have it ready.
8. Read the signs. We can tell when N-Zilla has had enough of company. So he has learned to excuse himself and go to a quite place. Usually it is his room with his trains or going on google images to look at Diesel 10. Don't call attention to it. At restaurants we go for walks to avoid meltdowns. We also avoid triggers. Like my beloved Red Robbins.
9. Don't let anyone down play or push a diagnoses. Remember 1. and 4.
10. Continue to Love you child. You'll get through it. Some days will hurt more then others. Some days you want to get ear muffs and drink heavily. Some days are great. But isn't that how it is for most parents? (Please tell me I am not the only one.)
Those are Tips From N-Zilla's Mom.
Monday, November 28, 2011
Tick Tock...The N-Zilla alarm.
So we had a holiday week. (For the record I don't remember getting a whole week off for Thanksgiving). I have to say it was pretty enjoyable. I of course took the year off from volunteering and cooking. That might have had something to do with it.
Guilty Mama Confession.
I write these next few sentences as a guilty mother. N-Zilla and The Lilith (baby sister) were sick, because they were sick the house was pretty quite. The mess factor was down to a code blue. That's a good thing. The Todds spent their days laying on my bed watching Little Einsteins only lifting there heads to "drink" their food and take fever reducing medication. The occasional nap, diaper change and story time. Vacation with the Todds was a cinch.
Tools
I prepared weeks in advance for the holiday (Thanksgiving). I went to the store buying early Christmas presents for the N-Zilla so he and us could enjoy our Thanksgiving dinner out. Had a sensory bag locked and loaded for both of the Todds really. I even designated a spot in the van for the bags. I was Mama hear me roar.
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| This is the first time I have ever spent more then 10$ on head Phones. But they are Awesome! |
Thanksgiving Dinner and other Social Engagements
As with most babies, toddlers and kids their is a social time limit. We are learning N-Zilla's. We know now that it's okay to excuse ourselves from the table and take a little walk with him until the food comes. We know to always have the Thomas the Bag ready and two Lighting Mc Queen cars handy AT ALL TIMES.
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| Notice that both hands are holding Lighting Mc Queen Cars |
Tick-Tock
We are on a time limit. (Any one with kids or pets waiting at home could say the same thing.)
We are on a time limit at Birthday parties. At game night. Shopping etc. N-Zilla our Loveable and Destructive Alarm sends us signals when to go. We have to excuse ourselves a little bit earlier. Hoping that we don't offend our host if we leave to early or praying that nothing is broken if we stay to late.
I'm Thankful for...
No matter what time we have to leave any where...I'm still so flipping happy that I enjoyed a whole week of vacation with all four kids home. Plus the weekend.
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