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Thursday, December 25, 2014

Christmas Day Houston 2014



Closing scene from A Christmas Story


Well, we survived our first Christmas in Houston.  More imperfect perfection.
 
This was the first year in 18 years that we did not have to play "Santa".  I remember having to set an alarm for the middle of the night so Santa would come in the middle of the night.  This year we went to bed and didn't have to worry about tip-toeing around so as to not wake sleeping children.  In fact, we slept in until 9 a.m. and still waited for the kids to roll out of bed.  Teenagers!  Corbin was the first up - I think he was still a little excited for presents this year.  We watched A Christmas Story this morning while waiting for the girls to wake up.  I, of course, took a picture of the closing scene, because I'm a dork and that's how I roll.  It's a great scene with the snow falling and the tree in the window.  No snow falling here.  I hear Minnesota had a brown Christmas for the first time in 28 years.  I don't know if that's a true fact but I think Mom she said she heard it on the news.
 
The day started out with stockings - we had stuffed the stockings for our kids, and then Kaye had brought her stockings from home and had filled them with gifts for the kids.  Chad's stocking is from when he was a little kid that she saved all these years.  It says Chad on one side and "Bunky" on the other.  Bunky was his nickname when he was little.




Jumping up to receive her treat
Of course our furry family member, Cali, has a stocking.  She got a Christmas bone in her stocking shaped like a candy cane. 






















Reindeer antlers made of candy
We all enjoyed opening up our stocking stuffers.  I was so worried that the kids were going to be disappointed, but it really did help that Kaye brought down her stockings so they each had two stockings to open. 
White Elephant Gift
We started a tradition several years ago with Chad's mom and stepdad that we would stop exchanging regular gifts and go to silly, white elephant gifts.  It has been fun to try to top each other on finding the most outrageous gifts that would get the most laugh.  This year Chad got a Chia Uncle Si.  I think they won the prize this year for the best white elephant laugh. 


Cheers!
I was really proud of Courtney this year.  Since she has a job, she spent her own money and bought her own Christmas gifts for each member of the family.  Grandma and Grandpa are coffee drinkers and we don't drink coffee here.  She was thoughtful and bought them each a coffee cup to keep here for when they visit.




A different kind of Christmas Glitter

Here is my picture perfect shot for this Christmas.  The photo of Carly with the sparkler is not photoshopped.

Courtney bought Corbin some fireworks for Christmas.  They have brought back the fireworks stands here in Texas to sell them for (I assume) New Year's Eve celebration.  Corbin couldn't wait but it was a little on the breezy side tonight, so we ended up cracking out the sparklers.  Each kid lit a sparkler in the backyard and waved them around.  On Christmas.  Because in Texas, you can do that.  :)


Corbin used his head lamp that he got from Grandma and Grandpa to see in the dark. 
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Overall, we had a very low-key, but really nice Christmas.  I made Christmas dinner and I didn't screw anything up.  Nothing burnt and I managed to get all of the food on the table hot, which always seems to be a tricky feat for me to get everything done at the same time and to serve the food while it's hot.  I guess everything worked out well in that regard this year.  :)


Imperfect? Yes. Courtney was not feeling well.  Carly disappeared twice to meet with her boyfriend; we seem to need to pull them apart with the jaws of life.  As I am typing this, I am having an allergic reaction to something and my eye is itching and swollen shut.
 
Perfect?  Yes.  Chad and I were together with our kids, and none of the other details really matter.  After dinner Chad and I rented our favorite classic, "The Apartment", starring Jack Lemmon and Shirley MacLaine.  It's an old black and white movie made in 1960 but it takes place at Christmastime and it is a story about love where they end up living happily ever after.  I got to hold his hand and snuggle next to the fireplace while watching the movie, and well, it just doesn't get any better than that. ♥

Our Non-Perfect/Perfect Christmas Eve in Houston

I read a lot of Facebook/social media and I often think that people make their statuses out to be like they live perfect lives.  People talk about how wonderful their lives are and show perfect holiday pictures, because they all want the world to believe that they live these perfect, happy, storybook lives.
 
Well, that's not my life.  Sure, I don't like bad pictures of me posted on facebook but honestly things have been sort of sucky for me lately.  This post is going to be a documentary of our ordinary, non-perfect/un-Facebook worthy day.
 
I started the day by wrapping the kids' Christmas presents.  Having three children has always been expensive at Christmastime, but right now we are living on Chad's income alone since I am unemployed. I want the kids to have a good Christmas, but we have had to seriously scale back this year.  A LOT.  I think I have had about twenty "pep talks" with them to prepare them for gift opening tomorrow: Mom and Dad couldn't afford much this year; don't expect much; you'll probably be disappointed; remember Christmas is not about presents, etc. 
 
I wrapped what little gifts we could afford and put them under the tree.  Corbin walked by and commented that there must be more coming because there wasn't much under the tree.  DOH!  Apparently he didn't grasp the concept of my pep talks.
 
Chad and Courtney ran some errands and my mother-in-law Kaye and I had a baking extravaganza.
 
 
Grandpa Mike fell asleep through the baking extravaganza

There are a few holiday treats that Chad has grown up with and Kaye sent the recipes down ahead of time and requested that I not bake treats until she got here.  We started with making Christmas bark - a yummy concoction of saltine crackers, brown sugar/butter, and melted chocolate chips and pecans.  You layer it all together and then throw it in the fridge for an hour.  After that, you break it into bite-sized pieces.  YUM.

I decided to make white chocolate covered peppermint oreo cookies. 

White chocolate covered candy cane oreo cookies


I bought white chocolate chips and started melting them on the stovetop.  The white chocolate chips started to burn/turn brown.  I thought...what the heck am I doing wrong?  Kaye suggested that I try melting them in the microwave.  So, we tried putting them in the microwave.  They turned even more brown.  Couldn't figure out what the heck we were doing wrong!!!  We ended up with a disgusting amalgation that I thought looked like dog barf.


This is what happens when you don't melt white chocolate chips correctly.  Christmas Barf.

It turns out that I did not read the melting directions on the package.  In order to melt the white chocolate chips into smooth, creamy dipping chocolate you have to add one tablespoon of vegetable oil.  Who knew?!?!?  In any event, I had saved enough white chocolate chips to make another batch - this time, it melted perfectly and I was able to make white chocolate covered peppermint/candy cane oreo cookies.  Kaye didn't want to throw away the Christmas Barf concoction because, as disgusting as it looks, it actually tastes really good.  We put it in the fridge and decided to make Christmas Barf fudge.  I'll let you know how it turns out in the morning.  See, life in our house is not Facebook perfect.



Carly is breaking apart the Christmas Bark into pieces

We had a mid-day snack of summer sausage/cheese and crackers.  The girls were helpful in putting it all together while we were busy in the kitchen.

Courtney and Carly making a meat and cheese platter

Two favorite holiday treats that Kaye makes every year is cherry bars and orange cookies.  The orange cookies are Chad's favorite Christmas cookie.

Kaye is baking orange cookies

Carly decided that she needed to nap but Courtney stayed up to help frost the orange cookies.  I took this candid shot of Courtney and Kaye finishing up frosting the orange cookies.


Finishing up the orange cookies
We also baked traditional sugar cookies.  We decided to take a break before frosting and decorating the sugar cookies.

Lighted garland on the railing upstairs

Another random photo of our lighted garland

Our Christmas Tree 2014
The family then casually relaxed and watched "Christmas Vacation".  Courtney and Carly actually sat by each other and played nice.  Maybe the holiday bug bit them and they were feeling friendly.  Or, maybe they knew Santa was watching.  Who knows.
Selfies.  Always selfies.

We had a non-traditional Christmas Eve dinner of Papa Murphy's pizza.  Chad and Corbin had the honors of making the pizza this year.

Corbin waving and Chad preparing the pizza for the oven.

Clark Griswald on the TV.

After we had our pizza, we finished frosting the sugar cookies.





We cleaned up the table and decided to play a little Pictionary.  Grandpa Mike hasn't played Pictionary before and the first word he had to draw was "Obstetrician".   Needless to say, we let him re-draw from the card deck to choose a different word.  The kids had no idea was an Obstetrician is.  Good thing.  ;)

Grandpa Mike at the drawing board

Corbin at the drawing board.  His word was "terrier".

Carly always guesses the right words.  She's the best guesser of the family!

Chad and Corbin drawing an "all play" word

Grandpa Mike and Corbin laughing at the word they have to draw

We played two games of Pictionary total.  Another perfect example of our not-perfect life: The first game was great; lots of fun, people laughing and having a good time.  Game 2 had fighting, people wanting to quit, and finally Chad called it off before the game was even over because he had "had it" - he'd reached maximum capacity of bickering, pouting, and after Courtney knocked over the deck of cards and spilled them all over the floor, he was done.

Random tree ornament photo...just because.

Chad trying to get Cali to "stay" in front of the tree for a picture.  Cali ended up shaking, laying down, and turning in a few circles before finally getting her settled by the tree for a photo.

Cali Christmas Eve 2014
So there's our not-perfect/perfect Christmas Eve in Houston.  I did really well until my mom called me.  See, traditionally we spend Christmas Eve with my family at my mom's house.  It's also filled full of chaos and laughter.  It didn't feel like Christmas Eve today because I wasn't in Minnesota at my mom's house.  She called and I was fine, but then my stepdad got on the phone and wished me Merry Christmas and it was all over for me...I bawled like a baby.  I sat in my closet and cried because I was sad that I couldn't be there.  I pulled it together and finished the rest of the day.

Right now A Christmas Story is on the TV and we're getting ready for bed.  Last minute wrapping is going on upstairs and Chad and I are ready to hit the hay.  Tomorrow will be our first Christmas in Houston and we will have been here for almost a year.

Merry Christmas Eve from the Nelsons in Houston.  :)

Thursday, December 18, 2014

Family Updates :)

Well, Carly officially passed her driver's exam last Friday.  She had to wait until Tuesday to actually be able to drive solo - here in Texas, the place where you take driver's ed now offers driving assessments like the DMV/DPS offers.  You take the test with the driving school, and if you pass you bring certified papers to the DPS and they take your photo and issue you a license.  Since she took her exam on Friday evening after 4 p.m., she had to wait until the DPS opened again on Monday.  Further, here in Texas they have a rule that you must submit a VOE - a Verification of Enrollment and Attendance.  Apparently they won't issue you a driver's license when you're 16 if you're not enrolled in school. (Interesting, eh?)  So, Carly had to "order" a VOE form from her school (she had to do this when she got her permit, too) - which takes 24 hours for the school to generate.  So, poor Carly had to wait four extra days to actually drive after she passed her driver's exam.  Since Chad drives a company vehicle, she was given Chad's 2007 VUE (much to the chagrin of Courtney, who feels entitled to that car since she is the oldest child).  She has now cleaned out the car, brought it to a carwash and vacuumed the entire inside, and gotten car air fresheners.  I can remember the freedom of being 16 and having my own car.  She is on cloud 9!

Courtney finished her first semester of college - her last final of the first semester was this week.  She has six weeks off for the holidays and she is super pumped to have a break!  A change for Courtney is that she originally leased student housing (a very small apartment shared with one roommate on campus) - however, she got a job in Katy coaching at her cheer gym, which is an hour away from school.  Coupled with the fact that she didn't get along with her roommate, she never spent any time at her campus apartment.  I think in the month of November she spent a total of two nights there - if that.  We decided to move her back home with us and try to sublease her apartment.  She misses Minnesota very much - especially all of her friends.  However, she has made some new friends here in Texas.  They even came to watch her cheer at her last cheer competition!  Nice!

Corbin is still adjusting to homeschool/online private school.  He needs the structure of a school day but cannot handle the social stress of his disability with autism and ADHD - I am hoping that things get better for him as I am at a loss on how to handle getting him to WANT to do his schoolwork.

Chad has been busy with his work making many sales calls and he's even driven from Houston to Dallas back and forth in one day - that's a 4 hour drive each way - 8 hours total in the car for one sales call.  Those days can be exhausting for him!!!  He is sooooo good at what he does and I am really, really proud of him.  He's very humble about his job, saying he has a lot to learn but is enjoying the new experience.  It's wonderful for me as a wife to see him flourish - he really has taken to this like a duck takes to water!

As for me - well, I'm hanging in there!  Had some rough things happen to me recently but overall I am looking forward to starting fresh for the new year.  :)

Merry Christmas!


Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Random thoughts at 2 a.m.

I can't believe how much things change in a year.

We're fast approaching December 16 and that marks the official date that Chad was offered his job a year ago.

We moved across the country and so much has happened!

I've taken a seasonal retail job to help with the holiday bills.  I haven't worked retail since working as a photographer at Proex and that was about 12 years ago.  Those were the days when we shot studio portraits in film.  The days where everyone ordered double prints.  The days where we offered same day or next day prints - the next day prints needed to be done before the store opened and some days we were there until 2 a.m. printing photos.  I remember when we converted to digital cameras in the studio - we were no longer allowed to use bubbles in the studio to protect the digital equipment and some of the photographers had a really hard time adjusting to not using bubbles to get the kids to smile.  For me, personally, I had never quite mastered the art of bubbles in the studio.  You had to have the trigger cord in one hand and the bubble wand in the other and I could never blow bubbles left handed.  There were some photographers who were really good at it - they would use a puppet and the puppet would "eat" the bubbles - how they managed to do this without a third hand, I'll never know.  (I could do a fantastic game of peek-a-boo, though!)  While I don't miss the days of being on my feet for long periods of time and bustling about running around like a chicken with my head cut off, I do miss the portrait studio sometimes.  It seems like portrait studios are a thing of the past.  I often wonder how this new generation is handling not having photos printed?  Everything is digital now.  I hope parents are making a lot of shutterfly books!

Corbin has officially withdrawn from public school and has enrolled in an online private school.  I have become his "personal learning coach."  Right now it is necessary to keep him focused and on track.  It's been a difficult transition for him and he doesn't like doing the assignments.  I think he thought that it would mean less homework or testing and that isn't the case.  There are still assignments to be completed and submitted to the teachers.  As with everything else, the transition is difficult but we will get through it.

I posted on Facebook that we went shopping for our Christmas tree in shorts and sandals.  It was a very unique experience.  The girls have been complaining that they miss the snow for the holiday season.  It's not quite the same having all the lights on the houses with no snow on the ground.  Different.  Not less, not more, but different. I don't miss driving in the snow or having to shovel it.  I don't think I'll ever say, "Hey!  I sure could use a turn at shoveling the driveway right about now!"

We just told our management company that we are going to renew our lease for another 12 months.  Another 12 months on Calico Glen Lane!  We love this house that we are renting.  Who knows what life will bring us in 2015 but we're here to stay for another year.

Carly is scheduled to take her driving test this Friday.  That means we will have two teenage drivers on our car insurance policy.  Sympathy cards can be mailed to 17907 Calico Glen Lane, Houston, Texas 77084.  ;)

Mom visited us over Thanksgiving and it was so nice to just hug her.  We enjoyed many games of Pictionary (Corbin loved to play it and since he was being social, we indulged him.) - I think by the end of her stay she was all Pictionaried out but it was so great to see her.  I am looking forward to having her come back in March.

I'm blogging at 2 a.m. because I can't turn my brain off...hoping this bout of insomnia goes away soon.  Can't sleep when there's too many things rattling around in my brain.  Who...what...where...when...why.....I haven't discovered any secrets of the universe in all my deep thinking but by golly my brain sure is trying.  Decided to do a brain dump to help ease the mind so this is what you get...random thoughts.  Now, back to your regularly-scheduled programming...


Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Life Lessons

I am absolutely convinced that we are put on this earth to learn life lessons.  We are here to learn to live, and to learn to love.  Some life lessons are hard and knock you flat on your feet.  Some life lessons are beautiful and miraculous.

My general personality disposition is positive.  I can be sunny and I can be funny.  I can also be extremely sensitive.  That's just me.  That's how God made me and I have said several times that I won't apologize for being who I am.  Being sensitive means that I can overreact in situations.  Those who have known me for a very long time know that I bounce back pretty quickly.

One of the lessons I have learned recently is that I do need to have a thicker skin and not take things so personally.  I paid dearly for that lesson and lost something important to me.  However, I have also learned that there are things beyond my control and that I have to let things go.  I've learned a long time ago that there is no point in holding on to things that are not good for me, and that I have to move on.  I have also learned to trust in God.  My spiritual journey in life has been a rollercoaster of highs and lows, but in general I want to believe in God and his love for me.  I have to believe that God has a purpose for everything that we go through.

I will take this lesson in stride as I move forward with the holidays and surround myself with my new friends in Houston and my family.  Chad and I have been together since 1992.  We have been through a lot personally but one thing that I have found is that we communicate well and I can lean on him when I need to.  He has given me strength I need and between him and God, I've got this.

Thursday, September 18, 2014

Breathe...just breathe

I can't believe how busy things have been this last month.  I wish I could press the "pause" button on life and just have a few minutes to make time stand still.  My life is not as bad as others.  I have a very good life and I am very grateful for the blessings I have.

Carly
The second day of school (August 26), Carly started texting me saying she had the worst stomach ache and she wanted to come home.  I was at work and I told her that she had to tough it out.  She begged and pleaded with me, telling me that something was terribly wrong and she really needed to come home.  I refused to leave work and made her stay.  Chad was unable to pick her up, and with our move to Houston, we have no family that can step in when we have an emergency.

The next day, she still had not improved so I took her to the ER.  She had abdominal pain and nausea/diarrhea.  I was concerned that it was her appendix.  The ER on staff was great.  They took blood and urine samples.  Right away from her urine sample they could tell that she was dehydrated and they put her on an IV.  Her blood work ruled out all of the "bad" stuff - she didn't have elevated cbc, her glucose was great, she didn't have any signs of infection, she didn't have any signs of appendicitis. Although they could not tell me what exactly the issue was, they ruled out many things that it wasn't.  We went home thinking it was probably viral and with her being hydrated again, she would be feeling better.  They asked us who her primary care physician (PCP) was.  I told them that we didn't have one as we moved to Houston six months ago.  The ER gave us two business cards of two doctors in the area that were taking new patients.

She had a rough weekend and still did not get better.  In some sense, she was getting worse.  I called one of the doctors on the card, and they were not able to get her in for a same-day appointment.  The other one was able to get her in that day.  Call it fate, but we absolutely loved that doctor.

I am uncertain what nationality her doctor is, but I suspect he is Nigerian as his accent was thick and hard to understand sometimes.  He took time with Carly, examined her thoroughly and seemed to genuinely care about finding out what was causing her pain.  He ordered a whole slew of tests to be done.  He ordered an ultrasound to look at her internal organs.  He ordered another set of bloodwork, to compare it with the ER to see if anything had changed.  He ordered more urine work.  He ordered a Celiac panel.  He ordered an H pylori test.

Two days after her doctor appointment, she went and had the ultrasound done (Thursday). More waiting.  We had to wait for the radiologist to read the ultrasound results and then send the results to the doctor.  The following Tuesday, she had a follow-up with her doctor to get the test results.  The results showed that her gallbladder is not functioning properly. It is full of sludge.  This is what was causing her abdominal pain and nausea/vomiting.

In the meantime, the poor child has been unable to sleep, unable to eat.  She is losing weight, she is pale as a ghost, and I just want to FIX HER!  Her PCP referred her to a general surgeon to discuss her "gallbladder disease".  This does not mean cancer or anything scary.  It just means that her gallbladder is not functioning properly anymore.  Sometimes it happens and doctors are unable to explain why.  She is a healthy, active 16 year old cheerleader who gets tons of exercise - drinks nothing but water and fruit juices (no sodas).  

The general surgeon did not want to jump to surgery right away.  He wanted to be 100 percent positive that it was the gallbladder causing her symptoms and not something else.  (More waiting.)  So, he sent her in for a "HIDA scan with ejection fraction".  This whole process was about three hours total, after insurance, checking, prep, etc.  They injected her with a radiopharmaceutical, which then traveled through her blood stream to her liver and gallbladder.  She had to lay still under a scanner for an hour.  Then, instead of injecting her with another chemical to make her gallblader contract, it was explained that the company that makes that chemical has stopped making it.  So, to substitute, they made her eat fatty food.  They made her eat a cup of vanilla icecream and gulp down a protien shake that had a high fat/caloric content.  Then, she had to lie back under the scanner and be still for another 1/2 hour scan.  The scanner was supposed to be recording how her gallbladder was reacting to the food.

This evening we got the results back and the surgeon confirmed that her gallbladder is dysfunctional and he recommended surgery to remove it.  His secretary casually asked me when we wanted to have surgery performed.  We are going on 4 weeks of pain and misery for this child!!!  I told her ASAP, and the soonest that can get her in is next Thursday, the 25th.  I am so frustrated!!!

In the meantime, between the second day of school and now, we have had two ER visits, two doctor visits, one radiology/ultrasound visit, and one Nuclear medicine visit.  She has missed 13 days of school and we were informed today that she does not get any credit for the semester after 10 absences.  I am working on getting that rectified.  After this, I am emailing the teachers and the principal to get this resolved.

Chad
Chad celebrated 19 years at Det-tronics today.  He's been working hard and I am proud of how far he has come and the man he is today.  He is still playing hockey on the weekends.  

Courtney
Courtney is adjusting very well to college life.  She has made several new friends and has already had a few sleepovers with her new friends at her college apartment.  She took her first college test today and got 100% (government).  I still get to see her on the weekends (I have become a laundromat and an ATM for her).  I also get to see her when she picks up Carly for cheer.

Corbin
Corbin is basically repeating last year with his struggles with having no friends due to his autism.  One thing he has going for him this year is that I am asking the state to formally evaluate him so he can qualify for special ed services.  Academically he doesn't need any help, but he needs speech and social therapy.  The ball is officially rolling on his testing.  It's a long process and I don't expect anything to happen anytime soon.  Hopefully by Thanksgiving or Christmas we might hear back.  In the meantime, he has what basically amounts to "shop" class and it is all he can talk about these days.  He absolutely LOVES it.  He made a glass mug and sandblasted a pattern into it.  He is very proud of his creations and he really enjoys this class.  It is one of the only things that keeps him going is shop class.

He also transferred from a twin bed to a double bed.  He has been complaining for a while now that his twin bed is uncomfortable and that his back hurts.  We bit the bullet and went back to IKEA (which I said I would never do) and bought him a new bedframe and mattress.  He is in heaven with his new bed.  He sleeps better and has more room.  He's about 5'7 right now (same height as the girls) and he is growing still.

We got a new refrigerator.  You would think that is a strange thing to be excited about, but we have always had crappy, hand-me-down refrigerators that never worked.  We have been married for 19 years and have never had a refrigerator that dispenses water or ice.  We were finally able to purchase ourselves a new one and it is awesome.  Again, I know it is strange to be excited over a refrigerator, but it is a byproduct of our hard work finally paying off.  :)

Signing off for now...

Saturday, September 13, 2014

Follow-up to Social Media Rant

I am so grateful for the private messages I received.  I received support from friends in the most unexpected places.  I want to share a message I received from a friend from high school.  She and I got into a fair share of trouble together, and due to circumstances and miles, I haven't seen her for 25 years.  Her message to me really hit me in a time of need, and it was all thanks to social media.  So, there are positive things that happen via social media, and I was grateful for that lesson.

My friend writes:

Christy I didn't post a comment because you asked us not to in regards to your blog about Corbin. BUT as a mother and someone who loves you I felt absolutely compelled to send you a personal message and speak the words that so many of us mothers are probably screaming inside after reading that... When our children are hurt, sad, confused, upset... Or quite frankly, ANYTHING BUT GLEEFULLY HAPPY, we want to reach out to our friends, families, other mothers, and complete strangers to know that we are not the only ones, to hear our children are not alone, to know we have support and to know in this horribly critical and sometimes unloving world that at the end of the day we still have people who care about what happens in the lives of our children!!!

Christy.. I support you, I love you and know this.. you share the same battles, heartbreaks and heartaches as all us other mothers do and when no matter what the mood.. Happy, sad, heartbroken or gleefully happy.. Please continue to share your triumphs and battles!! Because us other attention seeking mongers need to know we're not alone out here!!!!

I've worked very hard at keeping identities anonymous for this situation, because it is not my intent to call people out, but rather clarify my feelings on the matter.

I want to say thank you to my friends who reached out in support, especially the person who wrote the above note (you know who you are).  It feels good to know that not everyone views me like the person who originally caused me to vent.

Monday, September 1, 2014

Social Media...Setting the Record Straight

Moving across the country has provided many challenges to me, and one of them is losing contact with family and friends.  The only link I have left now with a lot of people, including family, is through social media.  I Facebook quite regularly, because frankly it is my only lifeline to people in Minnesota.

I often use the "feeling" emoticon in Facebook to convey what's going on with me personally.  That being said, I learned a valuable life lesson today.  I am naïve.

I have some posts about my son's autism.  I recently used the "heartbroken" emoticon to convey how I was feeling about my son's first week of school and how it affected him so much.  My son internalizes things and is profoundly deep.  He is in a lot of pain emotionally, and just because his bruises are not on the outside of his body, doesn't mean he isn't wounded on the inside.

Someone relayed their opinion to me today that they find my posts about Corbin as too much attention seeking on my part rather than productive.

I am literally shocked that anyone would think that I would use my son's pain as attention seeking.  If I post that my daughter is in the ER being hydrated with IV fluids for nausea, I am not trying to seek attention.  I should not even have to explain why I post that.  If I post about feeling helpless, heartbroken, upset, sad, or frustrated about Corbin's autism, I am not trying to gain pity.  But, apparently not everyone sees it that way.

So, here's the deal.  If you think that when I blog, post, or talk about my son being on the autism spectrum, and that I am in any way, shape or form using it to get attention or to get people to feel sorry for me, or want people to comment pitying remarks, then you couldn't be more wrong.  I wear my emotions on my sleeve and that's a part of who I am. But if you're calling me a drama queen because of it, then you don't get me or know me at all.

Everyone is different and handles things differently.  If you don't want to see my posts about how I am feeling today, yesterday, or tomorrow, then by God unfriend me.  I am a sensitive person and I tend to externalize how I feel; everyone knows when I am pissed off, happy, or sad.  I have never professed to have a perfect life and I make mistakes every day of my life.  But this is me.  Take it or leave it.

I spent the morning upset because the person who accused me of using my son's autism as attention seeking hurt me deeply.  I shouldn't let it hurt me, because this person isn't close with me.  However, it hurt me all the same.  I love my child and it hasn't even been a year yet that he has been diagnosed.  That doesn't mean I am trying to overshadow my son's problems with anyone else's problems.  It doesn't mean I think my problems are more important or less important that anyone else's. I am simply stating how I feel.  If I bitch about Houston's traffic, somehow that's okay, or about my crazy neighbors and their Buddha shrine, then it's funny, but if I post about being sad about what my son is going through, I am seeking attention?  Oh, how naive I have been.  I guess I need to post more sunshine and rainbows to blow up everyone's asses.

Friday, August 29, 2014

Clarification...and updates

Chad thinks my previous blog post implies that I want to move back to Minnesota.  That is not the case at all.  I do love it here; Houston is "home".  Minnesota no longer feels like home to me, for the simple fact that my husband and family are here.  We have a wonderful house and we are making great new friends and co-workers.  So, to clarify my last post, no I don't want to move back to Minnesota, and no, I don't hate it here.  I really dislike the long commute time, which I have no control over.  I was simply venting about how horrid the traffic is and how I'm not longer googoo gaga over how wonderful Texas is.  But that certainly does not mean that I am unhappy, or that I hate it here!!!

For the record, I have survived a Houston July and August, and it is not that bad.  People made it out to be much worse than it actually was.  I guess people need something to complain about and the weather is a good topic.  The pool will be closing soon, and I will miss our family weekend excursions to the pool.  We have a great time but just like in Minnesota, the Texas pool season is Memorial Weekend to Labor Day Weekend.  It would be great if we could live in a house with a pool, but maybe someday in the future.  It is on my wishlist.  :)

The kids have started school.  Courtney survived her first week of college, and she has found some new friends.  One friend actually has Aspergers/ADHD/dyslexia, so Courtney has a new found understanding of what her brother is going through. 

Carly has had a horrible stomach issue that landed her in the ER for dehydration.  She was able to get a liter of saline via IV and some nausea medicine, as well as a "GI cocktail" that she had to throw back down her throat or else it would have numbed her tongue.  No clue what that stuff was.  She missed the third and fourth day of school this week.  I hate that she is missing school so early in the year.  Hopefully, it will work through her system soon.  She was still pallid this morning when she left for school, and she isn't eating much yet.

Corbin's school has been uneventful.  It is always uneventful the first week or so, and then the usual problems associated with having autism and adhd kick in.  I am always hopeful that things will be different at the start of a new year.  I haven't lost hope but I won't be surprised if things take a turn there as well.

Got some new red medium heeled open toed shoes today.  What is it about a pair of new red shoes that makes you feel so good, anyway?

Monday, July 7, 2014

Independence Day in Texas

I think I offended many of my Minnesota peeps when I called Minnesota lame in a Facebook post, and it was just a poorly-worded post that I uploaded from my mobile phone riding as a passenger in the car on the way home from our firework festivities.  Coming from a state where the large firework cakes are illegal (see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cake_(firework), it was very different to be in a state where they were being lit everywhere from people's back yards.  In Minnesota, you usually have to go across the border to Wisconsin or one of the Dakotas to purchase these expensive cakes (usually around $100 a piece; sometimes you can get a two for one deal) - and you have to light them off where you won't get caught by the police, so they are very popular at people's cabins/lakes in Minnesota.  One of the best memories at my mom and stepdad's cabin was the year we lit off a dozen or so cakes.  The kids loved it.  They were worth the oohs and aaahs.

Since it was our first Fourth in Texas, Corbin's therapist actually recommended a spot called Towne Lake to see the fireworks.  We made our way to a strip mall and got our chairs out and waited for the show to start.  It was storming in the distance, but close enough to make you feel uncomfortable.  I actually think they started the fireworks a little earlier than planned.  The timing was perfect - as soon as the show was over, it started raining.  Good job, Towne Lake, for making the executive decision to light them a little early. 


 



Texas sure likes its fireworks.  We just couldn't believe all that was going on around us when we got home.  I might as well have stayed home in my back yard!  It was unbelievable.

So sorry, Minnesota, I wasn't calling the State of Minnesota lame - I was just calling the fireworks laws lame.  For pete's sake, one year the boys across the street were lighting off small bottle rockets, and another neighbor came storming out and yelled at the boys to stop because "they could land on someone's roof and cause a fire"! 

I also have to say that with my panic disorder, I have avoided crowded locations and our kids have been disappointed that we haven't gone to see a true fireworks display in quite a few years.  Corbin was the only one home this year, and he really, really enjoyed the show.  He talked the whole time (past of it was his autism and ADD coming out) but we didn't mind because we knew how excited he was.  Carly elected to stay with her friends in the subdivision, and I am sure she got just as great of show if not better than we did at the professionally-lit fireworks.  She did get a case of poison ivy on her feet though running around with her flip flops on.  Not such a fun souvenir from the 4th!

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

EDITED: Discovering Corbin's Autism

They say that 1 in 68 children are on the autism spectrum.  If this doesn't alarm people, it should.  The autism numbers keep rising and as of today, there is no "cure".

Corbin was an unexpected gift.  We laugh now at the story when we first learned we were expecting our third child.  Our family of four was complete with the two girls.  We never intended or expected to have a third child.  I was on the pill, and I took the pill militantly.  It had always been an effective form of contraception for our family in that it worked when I was on it, and when I intentionally went off it to get pregnant with Courtney and Carly, there were no problems.  We were at a point in our lives where we couldn't afford another child, so when we discovered we were pregnant again, we called our parents to deliver the "bad news".  How stupid!  I remember when Chad told his mom, "We have some bad news.  Christy is pregnant again," his mother literally laughed out loud and said that it wasn't bad news!  (Of course it wasn't bad news.  We were young and dumb.)

Because I had a sister that passed away from spina bifida, all of my pregnancies were closely monitored for genetic risks.  I was given level II ultra sounds to make sure none of the markers for spina bifida were showing.  When we were given the chance to find out the gender of the baby (as we had done that with the girls), we were so happy to hear that we were expecting a boy.  Again, what an unexpected gift - first, to even be having another child, and second, to be having a boy after having two girls was such an excitement.

Corbin was born without any complications during delivery.  He also developed normally in the sense that he did not have any speech delays or physical delays.  He walked and talked within the normal range.  He had normal eye contact.  He did not regress.  Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
Corbin and Chad.  Corbin is about 2.  Love this photo, which is why it is behind glass in a frame.
It is only now, at age 12, when I look back on his life that I see things that I "missed".  These things aren't necessarily alarming and there was no way I could have known at the time that he was showing some signs at the time.


The signs and symptoms of autism vary widely, as do its effects. Some autistic children have only mild impairments, while others have more obstacles to overcome. However, every child on the autism spectrum has problems, at least to some degree, in the following three areas:
  • Communicating verbally and non-verbally
  • Relating to others and the world around them
  • Thinking and behaving flexibly

http://www.helpguide.org/mental/autism_signs_symptoms.htm

Looking back to the very early years, it is apparent that Corbin has some mild to moderate sensory issues.

Moderate Sensory Seeking: Water. Corbin uses water to calm himself.  At a very early age - very early, like age 2, he started running his own baths.  He would not plug the tub but would run the water out of the bath faucet and sit under it for extended periods of time.  He would take these "baths" up to 10 times a day.  (Sounds excessive now, but back then it seemed like he was playing.  For the most part he was "playing".  It was his happy place.  It was also not harming him.)

I found him sitting in the toilet once (fully clothed) when he was about 18 months old.  He was perfectly happy sitting in the water like it was his own wading pool.  He was also drawn to puddles.  He would plop himself right in the middle of a puddle and splash about. 

Tidy bowl Tot - 18 months

Corbin, aged 4, snuggled with a blanket.

 
Corbin in kindergarten at a pilgrim days program.
 
Mild Sensory Seeking: Chewing objects.  Corbin went through a phase in grade school where he would chew his shirt.  He would chew holes in his shirt and there would be a big wet stain.  Even now that he is older, he chews on plastic cups, paper plates, and even metal from pop cans.  (No, I don't allow him to do this.  I usually find signs of it after the fact.  Like, a half eaten paper plate.  No joke.)
 
Sensory Avoidance: Picky Eater.  Corbin will only eat a few kinds of foods.  He will not "substitute" off brands or other flavors.  If something is slightly off, he will completely reject it and not eat it.  It makes for sad holidays when all he will eat is a biscuit and avoid turkey, ham, mashed potatoes, stuffing, vegetables, etc.
 
Sensory Avoidance: Crowds.  Looking back, I see so many instances of sensory avoidance to crowds that I just shake my head and wonder why I couldn't see it back then.  Examples:
  • Cheer competitions.  Cheer competitions are extremely LOUD.  Lots of people yelling/cheering, very loud music, and lots of crowd energy.  Corbin would literally shut down and go to sleep.  He would pull a blanket over his head to shut out the light and would fall asleep.  It was the only way his brain could handle it.
  • Disney World.  While walking in a crowd we had to stop for a parade.  Instead of being interested in watching the parade, Corbin sat down, pulled out his portable legos, and went into his own little world.  Again, it was his way of pulling into his own world and shutting the noise and crowd out.
  • Hockey Rink: Bringing Corbin to watch Chad' hockey games was never fun for Corbin.  Many times he would pull the blanket over his head and go to sleep on the bleachers (exactly like the cheer competitions).
  • Classroom noise: Classroom noise bothers Corbin immensely and he has trouble focusing on tasks if the students are noisy or chatting.
  • Public Places, In General: Corbin only minimally tolerates public places (e.g,, restaurants, malls, grocery stores, etc.)  When he does go out, the time frame is usually short and it isn't long before we hear, "Can we go home, yet?"
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Sensory Avoidance: Clothing and shoes. Examples:
  • Avoided wearing shoes when little.  He would go outside and I would tell him that he needed to put his shoes on.  He would say to me, "No, thanks, Mom - I'm just going to wear my feet!"
  • Hates tags/seams in clothing: Self explanatory.  Thank goodness all of the t-shirts now from places like Old Navy and Target have no tags.  Best thing ever!
  • The kid spent the first 8 years of his life naked.  It drove the girls crazy when they would have friends over and Corbin would come around the corner with no clothes on.  It got to a point when he started growing older that it was necessary/mandatory to wear something, because he cannot have his junk hanging out anymore.  It has gotten much better now that he is older, but to this day, he prefers to be undressed.  Even when he gets home from school, he usually goes to the "bath" (lets water run), and then runs around in jammy pants.


Children with autism spectrum disorders are often restricted, inflexible, and even obsessive in their behaviors, activities, and interests.

Obsessive Interests:
  • Toy Guns.  Corbin has an arsenal of toy guns.  This is all he asks for when it comes time for birthdays or Christmas.  He did do imaginative play when he was younger (which is why he is on the high functioning end of the spectrum - lower functioning autists usually do not engage in imaginative play), playing with his guns: He pretended to be a sniper.  He called his guns his "shoot 'em" and ran around and pointed his gun at inanimate objects and sniped things.  (This subsequently convinced my daycare lady that he was going to be kicked out of school when he went to kindergarten, and that he was going to grow up to be Dylan Klebold.)  Everything that was NOT a gun, turned into a gun.  A spoon, a coat hanger, a stick - you name it, he turned it into a gun.  He would then get lost in his own world and go snipe things.  He did NOT want to play with other kids his age.  He preferred to be alone, in his own world, chasing after imaginary bad guys.
  • Video Games.  Chad was a big PC "gamer" when Corbin was around 2 years old.  Chad would play first-person shooter games and Corbin was obsessed.  He was NOT allowed to play any violent video games when he was little, but he would try anything and everything to get in to the first person shooter games.  One time we were at Best Buy - he was about 5 - and he found a first person shooter game being demo'd on a PC.  We told him that he could not touch/play the game, but he was drawn to it like a magnet.
  • Facts.  When Corbin was younger, we used to call him Cliff Clavin.  Cliff Clavin was a know-it-all who often recited facts on the 80's sitcom Cheers.  As Corbin got older, he learned to relate to others by reciting facts.  Corbin's interests in facts were usually attained from Netflix (weather/space shows, shows on war, shows on dinosaurs) or library books.  [Most kids check out library books that are entertaining.  Not Corbin.  He brought home books about Hurricanes, WWII, or space.  Not typical.]
Unlike the severe withdrawal from the rest of the world that is characteristic of autism, children with Asperger syndrome are isolated because of their poor social skills and narrow interests.  Children with the disorder will gather enormous amounts of factual information about their favorite subject and will talk incessantly about it, but the conversation may seem like a random collection of facts or statistics, with no point or conclusion.   They may approach other people, but make normal conversation difficult by eccentric behaviors or by wanting only to talk about their singular interest. 

Corbin and Chad at Ft. Myers Beach, FL

 
Rigidity, Inflexibility:

Corbin is a rule follower.  He responds well to structure and if you throw something at him that is not in his routine, he cannot handle it. I have learned to try to communicate something that is out of his ordinary routine as early as I can as to avoid him having a hard time with it.

Formal Speech:

Children with Asperger syndrome often exhibit expertise, a high level of vocabulary, and formal speech patterns.
This characteristic is very prevalent in Corbin.  He has always used adjectives to describe things that normal kids would not typically use.  For example, a normal kid might say, "I saw a dead turtle on the road".  Corbin would say, "I saw a turtle languishing on the side of the road." A normal kid would say, "I think (blah blah blah)."  Corbin says things like, "I am calculating in my mind (blah blah blah)"  I can't think of any other examples right now, because honestly they happen so frequently, we are used to them.  Many times Corbin will say a sentence and Chad and I will just look at each other and silently communicate with each other/acknowledge that his autism symptoms are in full gear.

However, the biggest, most painful thing about Corbin's autism has been his lack of friends.

Children exhibiting Asperger characteristics are often isolated because of their poor social skills and narrow interests. They may approach other people, but make normal conversation impossible by inappropriate or eccentric behavior, or by wanting only to talk about their singular interest.


Historically, Corbin has been bullied.  He had years in school where he was so nervous to be in class or go to school that he went through a phase where he exhibited school avoidance behaviors.  He has been punched, had nasty things written about him on playground equipment, and has been ostracized by classmates.  He sits alone at lunch.  He is the last to be picked for team sports.  Nobody wants to be his friend.

I saw this first hand on the last day of school - we were at a bowling field trip and the kids broke off into groups of 4 for bowling teams.  Corbin was not invited to join any groups and was actually shunned away from one group.  I stepped in and asked if Corbin could join their team and they reluctantly agreed.  Corbin had a good time bowling that day, but I don't know what would have happened if I had not stepped in to ask if Corbin could be on a team.

While living in Minnesota, we tried switching schools to give him a fresh start with new classmates.  Unfortunately, at that time Corbin was undiagnosed and his ASD symptoms presented themselves very early on.  Kids pick up on these things and don't want to associate with him.  It didn't take very long for him to be sitting alone at the lunch table or being the last kid picked for team sports.

When we finally got his diagnosis in October 2012, we felt relief in the sense that we could be a name to what was going on with him and maybe begin to help him.  However, there has been a huge delay in getting him help because of insurance formalities and because we moved from Minnesota to Texas.

Starting a new school in Texas was overwhelming for Corbin.  Not only did he switch from an elementary school to a middle school, he had a very large culture change.  Things are just different here.  Things are taught differently and in general, attitudes are different. 

Corbin is a very literal person so he doesn't understand sarcasm or humor.  Sometimes he does, but it just depends on the situation.  He is devastated that he has now started his third school in three years and yet again he is shunned by his classmates and has no friends.

Yet as Aspies go through adolescence, most realize that they are missing out by not fitting in. It is at this point in their lives that they crave friendships, yet this unfulfilled desire on top of high school pressure to conform, constant rejection and harassment can often cause clinical depression in Aspie teens. They grow more isolated even as they crave more interaction with others. Young Aspie children often believe everyone in their kindergarten is the same and everyone is a friend. Aspie teens know better.
This is the hardest part of Corbin's autism right now.  He has said many times, "I just want to be a normal boy.  I am not a normal boy."  It breaks my heart.  He has said, "I walk through the halls and I might as well be a ghost."  This has actually caused Corbin to become more withdrawn and pull inward within himself as a self-preservation method to survive daily life in school.  Become invisible so nobody will point out that you're different.

Yet, Corbin craves having friends.  He wants to just have a normal social life.  He has NEVER had a normal birthday party with several boys in attendance.  He has never been invited to other boy's birthday parties, or to hang out and do normal boy things, like shoot hoops or ride bikes, or skateboard.

The pattern this causes is that Corbin prefers to stay inside and play his video games.  He is old enough now to interact with other kids his age via video games and when he talks to them over his headset, he sounds and acts like a typical teenager.  He doesn't say awkward things or use formal speech.  It's hard to take this away from him, because it is about one of the only normal things he has going for him.  Yet, it really isn't teaching him social skills at all.  He isn't reading facial expressions or body language.  He isn't in real life dealing with real life situations.  He's in a virtual world where everything is fast moving and pretend.

There are times when we go out of the house and Corbin will decline to join us because he prefers to stay in his virtual world where people talk to him and he is happy.  He doesn't want to go out into the loud (sensory overload) world and interact with people.  There are times when we do force him to come, just to get him out of the house.  A couple days ago there was a community social event at the pool.  They served hotdogs and lemonade, and had a blow up bouncy waterslide.  We arrived at the pool early before the event started and Corbin was swimming in the pool more than he normally does.  You could tell he was waiting for the event to start.  When it finally did, he ran over to the bouncy water slide and went down that thing at least 30 times.  It was a glimpse into what a normal kid should be.  He happily interacted with us (his family) and had a great time at the pool.  In fact, I was sunburned and wanted to leave, but my husband wanted to extend the social time just for Corbin.  I understood completely as those social times for him are so few and precious, we treat them like a fragile glass that we don't want to shatter.

Adults who speak to Corbin often find him well mannered (he is a VERY POLITE kid), and very well spoken (because of his advanced language skills).  He is very normal looking, in the sense that he doesn't look like a disabled child.  It is difficult for people who aren't familiar with high functioning autism to understand what Corbin's struggles are.  I am hoping that his speech therapy will help him, which will be starting in two weeks.  His initial meeting with the therapist went well.  Corbin defined his own goals, which were the following: 1) Make friends.  2) Express feelings properly, and 3) Understand sarcasm and humor correctly.  I was not present with the therapist when he made these goals, but I was proud of him for recognizing what he needs to work on because are correct.

Corbin turns 13 in a few weeks and I don't know what to do to help him through these difficult teenage years.  It's bad enough for a normal kid to go through puberty and middle school.  It's incredibly difficult for an autistic child who has no skills or tools to make it through a normal day.

All I can tell you is that Corbin is a) not a violent person.  He's often too sensitive, too caring.  He would literally give you the shirt off his back if you needed it.  b) he is very acutely aware that he is not "normal" and craves being a normal kid; and c) he's very loving, affectionate, and sweet.  He truly will make some girl a great husband and a great father some day.  I love him so much.

EDITED TO ADD: I want to make clear that I did not diagnose Corbin with Autism or ADD.  He actually was evaluated by his pediatrician for ADD and received a diagnosis for ADD-inattentive type in 2009.  When my nephew was diagnosed with Asperger's, I was curious about the disorder and poked around in some internet support groups just to gather some information for my own personal concern/interest.  It was there that I realized that while my son's symptoms do not present in any way similar to my nephew's symptoms, that autism is in fact a spectral disorder and he fit some other symptoms on the spectrum.  Instead of guessing (even though I knew it in my gut), in October of 2012, we had him professionally evaluated by the Alexander Center in Minnesota.  The Alexander Center specializes in developmental-behavioral pediatrics.  It was there that he received a professional diagnosis from both a pediatric psychologist and a speech and language pathologist.

I felt the need to add this because some people reading my blog are not in touch with me except through social media and may not have known or understood that he was professionally diagnosed.

My handsome fella :)