Thursday, June 18, 2009

Counting Blankets

Diana is so weird...

For some reason, at bedtime, she feels the need to sleep under every blanket in the house that she can snag, including doll-sized ones. It wasn't so bad in the winter, because I knew she'd be warm if she stayed under them, but now summer's coming and she will roast come July.

First the little blankets, then the rest, counting them all one at a time "ONE blanket, TWO blankets..." We're up to nineteen and a "fuzzy" - the baby blanket that was once the softest fleece in pale pastels, now thin and worn and greyish in spite of washings.

She doesn't always stay under them once tucked in, and I'm hoping that once it gets warmer, she will stay out from under them and sleep on the big, lumpy instead. Someone should maybe explain that the Princess slept on top of layers of mattresses, not under layers of blankets...

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

IT Finally Happened

I debated whether to post something so personal... and decided that other parents might actually benefit from it so I am. If she wasn't autistic, she'd be mortified: Diana got her period. Of the three of us, I think my husband, AKA Daddy, was the most discombobulated by this new development.

Diana accepted the explanation of "big girls sometimes need Band-Aids" with no anxiety or fear. I put the pad (the Band-Aid) in her underpants and off she went. In fact, she was much more upset when I told her just now that she didn't need a new one. So now she's going to be all sad and out of sorts because I won't let her wear one she doesn't need. In fact, she just came up to me and said, pitifully, "Diana is soooo sad."

I have not yet explained the facts of life to her, because she's not intellectually mature enough to understand what she's being told. She's not even mature enough to hear my very simplified version, that she only needs to wear it for a few days a month, when she bleeds. She's now crying and whining and using her repetitive speech to comfort herself. *sigh* So I gave in, put a pad in her pants, and told her no Band-Aid tomorrow. I was so surprised at her easy acceptance of the pad, it never occurred to me that NOT having it would present a problem.

Interestingly, she got hers right before I got mine. I'll have to continue to watch and see if our cycles continue to mesh. It will certainly make things a little easier to predict, since I can feel the "symptoms" and recognize them, even if she can't yet.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Not Looking Forward to Summer

Memorial Day has come and gone. Summer break is looming. And I, I am dreading it...

Diana had half of Friday off, and of course Monday, so she nearly had a 4-day weekend. By Monday night, she was driving me crazy. And because of this she was like a cat magnetized to the one person in the room who hates cats: in my face, constantly, for most of the evening, after spending the whole entire day nearly out of sight. After her bath, hairstyling and mani/pedicure, she attached herself like a barnacle and even when I told her I was working and asked her to please go play, she clung. And got whiny when I insisted and raised my voice a little.

Summer vacation is going to be one long Monday night, and there's not enough yoga in the world to keep my blood pressure stable through the coming three months. We are going to drive each other crazy...

Monday, March 30, 2009

'Nother Photo Book

Shutterfly really makes it fun and easy to share photos. For my dad's birthday, I made a photo book of some of my favorite pics of his only granddaughter, whom he's quite goofy over. Dad's Diana's biggest fan. *shaking head* It's rather scary; he'd buy her a pony if she asked for one. (Thank all that's holy that she has not!)

Anyway, I used about 50 of my favorite pictures, including most of the ones at the top of the blog (but in color), and some of the two of them together. (Thought he'd appreciate them most of all.) They're not all the highest quality, but Shutterfly makes even my somewhat pixelated low-rez shots look as good as they can. I think he'll love it. Diana does!

It's funny; she loves looking at pictures of herself. She may have to arm-wrestle Grandpa for his birthday present... as if! He'd probably let her have it - if that starts to look like a possibility, I'll just order another one for her.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

IEP Today

Today's Diana's annual IEP meeting (Individualized Education Program), where we discuss her progress over the last year, and set up goals and challenges for next year (7th grade). These meetings can be sort of fun, because I know all the team members well... or I used to. She's at a new school this year. The principal and the teacher are the only other people listed on the "invitation," though typically the speech and occupational therapists are also there, along with a social worker and/or psychologist. I know the speech person, and the social worker from a few years ago, and I don't know if the psychologist from the grade school is also at the middle school, but I don't know if any will be there, since they are not listed on the form. I don't much like going in blind, but there should be no real surprises. Diana chugs along, and we - the adults on her team - try to challenge her to do more. The goals adjust, but the sentiment behind them doesn't.

Since it is a new school, I'm not sure if I should dress up more for this or not. *snort* What a dumb thing to worry about, right? My very first one of these, I was dressed "business casual" with my accordion folder and notebook (I was told I was intimidating, later, by the school psychologist, who has unfortunately retired). Later, it was jeans and whatever was temperature-appropriate, usually with a go-cup of coffee. I haven't bothered with the accordion file for years. Ugh! I don't want to worry about it - casual it is!

It will already be a little intimidating, since Marc is able to come with me, and he is an attorney. Having Daddy be a lawyer can be handy.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Survived Xmas

Diana has a lot of xmas to celebrate this year, since we celebrated the Solstice here at home, then Christmas at my in-laws, then Christmas again that weekend at my folks. There was much avarice. But in spite of the sensory overload, she was very even-keeled and well-behaved through it all. (Better, frankly, than her neurotypical cousins...)

She had me paint her nails red, and I added green dots for the holiday. Yesterday, we finally changed that out. They were looking pretty raggedy, so now she's sporting rainbow nails. Seven colors, one color per nail. I caught her looking at them with satisfaction off and on all evening, yesterday.

All I can say is, thank all that's holy that the holidays are over for another year. 'Course, now she's talking about the presents she wants for Easter...