Magnetic Autism Awareness ribbon on my car in honor of my daughter.
raising a daughter with Autism
Magnetic Autism Awareness ribbon on my car in honor of my daughter.
This weeks photo challenge, abandon, has me thinking a lot of my visit to Italy. What better way to show abandon through pictures, than Italian ruins.
Most of these pictures were taken while I was in Rome, but the rest were taken either in Naples or on my way to Rome; there’s even a picture of the leaning tower of Pisa.
I had forgotten to add this to my other One Word Photo Challenge posts. This is a trolley that can take you on a tour of Little Rock. I’ve often seen it drive by when I’m down on President Clinton Avenue, adjacent to the river and river market. For more information on it, click here.
I love Spring and the beautiful colors it brings. I ventured towards the garden center, at my local store and purchased some flower bulbs and seeds. Tomorrow is supposed to be a nice day, especially for messing around in my flowerbeds. Here are a couple of pictures of some of the flowers representing this weeks photo challenge color: yellow.
If you would like to see when the next photo challenge is, click here.
There’s a long list of things that my autistic daughter can’t handle – the washer, blender, vacuum, mixer, doorbell, fireworks, parades, crowds, fire truck sirens, and now the fire alarm at her school. A few weeks ago her school had a fire drill. In a typical fire drill, the fire alarm sounds and the teachers gather the students together to take them outdoors to safety. It’s something all school’s are required to do to teach the kids fire drill safety. But how do you have a fire drill for someone who is extremely sensitive to loud noises? Her therapist tell me to continue to expose her to this noise, so that she can get use to hearing it, to the point where it doesn’t bother her anymore.
I was told when they had their fire drill and what her reaction was – I already knew what her reaction would be before they told me, it’s the same reaction she has to a majority of things she can’t tolerate. Since the fire drill she started having nightmares – getting up in the middle of the night, screaming and crying, then begging to sleep with me where she felt safer. Upon the fifth night I had finally discovered what had been giving her nightmares, it was the fire alarm. She had woke up crying in the middle of the night, telling me to get out, go, fire. When I told her therapist this they immediately began working with her and trying to help her see that she shouldn’t be afraid of the alarm. They even showed her videos and had another fire drill.
The second fire drill caused her to not want to go to her own bed at all and the nightmares continued. How would you try to expose a child to something that has them react in this manner? It’s the same as you or I being exposed to our own fears. Some fears there isn’t a choice but to be exposed to them. Like elevators for instance, I can’t stand elevators, though I have to use them. I was stuck in a crowded elevator when I was younger – I’m also claustrophobic, so this didn’t help me any. There were too many people (too much weight) in the elevator, that it decided to stop moving and we were stuck in between floors. It felt like we were in there a lot longer than it took them to get us out of there, but still I will till this day avoid going in an elevator if there is more than two people in it. If I’m already in the elevator and it starts to fill up, I’ll get out and wait on another.
I feel bad for my daughter and her sensitivity to loud noises. I wish there was a better way to being exposed to the things she’s terrified off. I have tried certain methods in having her get over some of the things she’s terrified of. Each time the doorbell rings I would have her go and ring the doorbell herself, to the point where she isn’t terrified from hearing it anymore. It startles her now and then, but not as bad as it had before. My grandmother and I do a lot of baking. We both decided to let my daughter stand in a chair next to us as we put stuff in the mixer, then turn the mixer on. This had eased my daughter’s reactions to the mixer so that she isn’t afraid of it when she hears it running. She’s now more anxious to scoot a chair next to us and watch as we mix ingredients.
Today I tried having her help me start the washer. She got as far as putting the soap in there, but wouldn’t get close enough to turn the knob that actually starts the washer. I’m not going to force her, instead I’ll take small steps.
#100HappyDays Photo Challenge! Think I can do that. Who’s with me?
Originally posted on Second Phase:
So the 100 Happy Day Challenge is simple enough it’s amusing – Post photos of anything that make you happy and post it for 100 days without fail.
I have been saving my pocket change long before my daughter was born; she’s now four years old. Before I took her to Disney World last summer, I decided to sort through that pocket change to see how much I had saved. It was somewhere around a few hundred dollars. My grandma insisted I save some of the coins for my daughter instead of spending it. I had quite a few of those new quarters, nickels, and pennies that almost everyone likes to collect. She handed me a small stack of empty coin books and preceded to fill them up.
I had plans to sort through the change, wrap them in coin rolls, then put them into my bank account for a little extra vacation money. My grandmother had other plans and before I could say no, my had daughter joined us and started sorting the coins into piles. I showed her how to sort the nickels into the nickel pile, quarters in the quarter pile, and so on. Then my grandmother showed her how to press a coin into a coin book. Though it took us a few hours, we had fun, and my daughter got the opportunity to learn what coin was what. I ended up putting all the change back into the the coin container and placed it back into my closet, having not spent a cent of it yet.
I love finding antiques in a store or old pictures when sorting through things or antiques while out driving through the back roads.
My daughter and I drove out to Georgia from Arkansas to visit with my sister and brother-in-law. They have an apartment with a beautiful view of the lake from their balcony. It had rained a few times while we were there, but what I didn’t expect to see was a rainbow forming out of the lake in front of us. I’m not sure I’ll ever see this again, nor capture it on film again, but what an opportunity to have witnessed it. Usually one would think treasure at the end of the rainbow when they see one, but not too many people see the end of the rainbow.
The other day it had snowed a few inches. Just enough to go out and play in it. It wasn’t soft as snow should be. It was crunchy, as if it was an ice mixture. My daughter enjoyed it though. She mostly walked around the backyard, then the front, taking a few minutes to bend over and scoop some up in her glove covered hands. She looked at it with curiosity as children do. This is the second time she’s been out to play in the snow. The first time I think she was not even a year old yet; she’s now four. I took a few minutes to teach her how to throw a snowball, to which she enjoyed finding me as her target. It didn’t take long for the snow to all melt away; it was already gone the next day.
We were supposed to have gotten several inches of snow today. The weatherman on each news station had been warning us for days on the upcoming snow storms arrival, how many inches we’ll get, when it’ll be here, etc. Would you know, I woke up with my alarm clock, looked out side, and no snow! I was in a way, disappointed. I was looking forward to another snow day. Another opportunity to go out and play with my girl. Although, I am looking forward to some warmer weather and enjoyed the sun shining bright in the sky this morning. The temperature is still too cold, but I’ll enjoy the day nonetheless.
A lot of us with camera phones, who are snap happy, usually take selfies. Whether it be in the mirror in a bathroom somewhere, in the car, or just about any location in general where the opportunity arises to snap a picture of ourselves. Then we upload it to instagram, facebook, twitter, flickr, tumblr, and whichever other social media outlet we have that we can share our fabulous looking selfies, followed by a series of hashtags.
I’m usually snap happy when it comes to my daughter, but since I recently upgraded my phone to a forward facing camera, I snap the occasional selfie.