tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84559842267035106822024-03-19T01:03:47.786-07:00RotormommyAttempting to balance 3 kids, a stay at home husband,working full time,and playing hockey while still staying somewhat sane!Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07296790539595101384noreply@blogger.comBlogger110125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455984226703510682.post-14956104892880355382012-03-20T05:45:00.000-07:002012-03-20T05:45:45.938-07:00Round 3<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:BrowserLevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style>
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<div class="MsoNormal">Well this blog might be getting a little more active in the coming months. We kind of had an unexpected surprise a few weeks ago. We found out this:</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Yes that’s right. I am 11 weeks pregnant and we are expecting round 3 sometime around October 9th. To say this was a shock was an understatement. I was on the pill and somehow everything failed. I was the 1% chance that this could happen which as unfortunate as it is, I just can’t help but laugh.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I’ve spent the last few weeks VERY sick! This is the kind of nausea that just feels like it keeps coming and coming over and over. I am slowly getting to the end of it now which is nice.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">We have since told our family and while far away now they are excited. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I did once again play hockey for a while but with no major incidents and even played in a tournament a few weeks ago.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">So now the planning begins. We got rid of all of our baby stuff before the move and now also are looking for a larger vehicle.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">As I get more information I’ll post it but for right now I am just focused on getting through these last few weeks of my first trimester and staying healthy while working some crazy hours at work!</div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07296790539595101384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455984226703510682.post-22555662157327746972011-11-01T19:56:00.000-07:002011-11-01T19:56:14.882-07:00Can I get one normal kid?A couple of weeks ago when I took Elliot to her two year checkup with her pediatrician we were going through the long list of developmental questions when the one about speech came up.<br />
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I was dreading this because I knew that she wasn't up to par with other 2 year olds. After talking for a while her doctor agreed that she was probably delayed and referred us to early intervention to see if she qualified for services through the state.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
I set everything up thinking they were going to tell us we were nuts and that she was fine and would be talking non stop before we knew it.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
But of course it didn't happen like that. We went through the evaluation and of course Elliot is a shy one to strangers so she clung close to me. After a few minutes of warming up she gradually got into the play/ testing. She did the block stacking with ease and engaged in pretend play with a bear going as far as wanting the bear wrapped up in a blanket. When it came to the social/emotional skills she excelled like we knew she would.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">The verbal skills were another thing though. When asked to point to a picture she might if she felt like it and would point to the wrong picture many times. She talked very little during the evaluation other than nodding her head or saying “that”. When it was all said and done we got the news. She did qualify for services in speech due to her delay being at least 25%. Basically right now she has speech ability of a one year old. Yeah that was a kick in the gut! </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">So right now we have a date to set up her IFSP (Individualized Family Services Plan) next week. At this point we will find out how many days a week she will have speech therapy from her therapist and how long each session will be. The plan will be adjusted in 6 months to address improvements and new goals. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">This kind of early intervention therapy will be good for a year. If she needs additional support after that we will be moved to a new program with the help of our therapist and family services coordinator.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">After Alvin’s mess you would think I would be prepared for it all but I just wasn’t. She is so outgoing and many people that have seen her in WA can attest to it. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">But just like her birth she has to follow in her brother’s footsteps. She entered the world very similar to her brother and now is following him in the speech delay department. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">So I will update this more once we get more information next week. The best thing I can say right now is I am just glad we are catching it all early.</div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07296790539595101384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455984226703510682.post-79708636516322626152011-10-05T05:00:00.000-07:002011-10-05T05:00:02.599-07:00To Elliot on her second birthday<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">To my peanut, two years ago I was scared to death of having a little girl. Not being big into the girly stuff and the color pink I wasn’t sure how things were going to work with you. But just like your brother your arrival had to be eventful as ever. You spent the first five days in the NICU and just like your brother have never had a sick visit since!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgimJfh71ZHpHC9TEUPFU1EudqCmvVdY3Id-03i47Ia0XB_jU6AgKSKGtSO-jbWCZJmj1EtALllM8CYKjlVLElTS9BBFZkfap718a0Yd1uCkxA5QLjz1sEWbMyh-WQ6hYzndV8pKxnz9s/s1600/Elli+NICU.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgimJfh71ZHpHC9TEUPFU1EudqCmvVdY3Id-03i47Ia0XB_jU6AgKSKGtSO-jbWCZJmj1EtALllM8CYKjlVLElTS9BBFZkfap718a0Yd1uCkxA5QLjz1sEWbMyh-WQ6hYzndV8pKxnz9s/s1600/Elli+NICU.jpg" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Two years later and you are still causing mischief as only you can. You get yourself dressed and of course undressed (at completely inappropriate times on occasion)! You are sensitive and caring to all of us and yes that includes your brother. I have witnessed so many times where you just want to help him or us and before being asked you are bringing people shoes to get ready to go or covering him up with a blanket when he feels rotten.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The biggest thing over the past year has been all the changes though. We moved you across country, dealt with your brother’s diagnosis and through it all you have been wonderful. What’s been amazing is how fiercely you guard him and still take the time to bully him around the house. You can’t say his name and maybe only 10 words but you can somehow manage to get him to do your bidding. You go to all of Alvin’s soccer practices and somehow befriend the kids with the biggest challenges by kicking the ball to them. You see kids with down-syndrome and other issues as normal and just laugh with them as you run down the soccer field.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The scariest thing that I have realized in many ways is that you have become a mini me! You are fiercely independent as only you can be. A few months ago I started joking that you are a 4 year old boy trapped in a 2 year old little girl’s body. When you set your mind to do something no madder how many times you have to try, you just don’t give up. In the gym you will do a face plant reaching for the bar and yet jump up and say "Tada!" You gain confidence every week in the gym and at home and its so cute to watch.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">So happy birthday Peanut! Mommy, Daddy, Sissy and yes even brother love you!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07296790539595101384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455984226703510682.post-25829325851400343182011-06-07T20:31:00.000-07:002011-06-07T20:31:19.087-07:00the new job updateThis is a post I've been trying to get to for weeks but everytime I think about it I'm too tired or busy taking the kids to gym or any number of reasons.<br />
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The job so far has been amazing and very worth the move 2500 miles across country. The job itself is a liaison engineer and it keeps me on my toes. The training just to recieve full authority will take me a total of about 6.5 months total. The training entails rotating through 6 different groups within the factory. This exposes me to many different situations so that I'm ready for my end spot on the flight line. I spend my days now running all over the factory and putting out fires and coordinating things with the shop. I work with a mentor in every group who shows me the ropes and works with me throughout the time I'm there. This has been a great experience and I'm learning more every day.<br />
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The thing is even my bad days right now are better than my good days before. I'm no longer a "CAD monkey" as I referred to my job so many times before. I am no longer the lowest person on the totem pole and treated as such. I am actually using my degree which is a huge step for me! The days are 8 hours or more every day, but the guys are fun and we can always laugh even though things just get crazy.<br />
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So far the move and job have all been worth it. The job and people that I work with are great. Not only has the job been good but also Alvin's progress. We are seeing huge steps. He is talking and singing songs and even asking for things without any prompting.Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07296790539595101384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455984226703510682.post-60044710295052742212011-05-13T20:50:00.000-07:002011-05-13T20:50:44.002-07:00Update!<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">So I noticed the other day that this thing had been quiet for about a month. Things have been busy around the house, but then again with 2 kids (about to be 3 when Mac comes to stay with us for a month) a dog and a cat how are things not busy.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">We have been taking advantage of taking the kids to the Seattle Children's museum for their early open for autism. This is not only good for Alvin but also Elliot since its all about having fun in an environment made for kids.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The kids are still at The Little Gym. We have had issues for Alvin but that's another story for another day. The important thing is both kids are still loving it and doing well. Elliot even moved up to the next age group and Alvin transferred classes from the sports skills that was less organized to a pure gymnastics class with 4 to 5 year old kids that is much calmer and better organized.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The other reason I haven't been on here more is I have a new project. I found myself talking so much about Alvin and asperger's syndrome autism I created another blog just for that stuff. I'm working on about a post every week or 2 at this point. If you are inclined to check it out its called<a href="http://www.lifewithmybutters.blogspot.com/"> Life WithButters</a>.</div><span id="goog_1603150223"></span><span id="goog_1603150224"></span>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07296790539595101384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455984226703510682.post-7411123921203739372011-03-26T19:36:00.000-07:002011-03-26T19:36:05.701-07:00Happy 4th Birthday Butters and the IEP results!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
Happy 4th Birthday Alvin!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Since Alvin has become stressed by large groups we pondered what to do for his birthday. Since we are still settling in we decided on one of his favorite dinners (fried chicken) at home.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And then of course there was cake.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Toy Story is a favorite right now so we did that them. The cake was chocolate with banana filling from Safeway. As far as grocery store cakes go it was pretty good.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlX8K6q1gSZ5ujf5sGtFgBGv_NUNJ-YIZ-GGZDpSPSmkIugJyuUqeR3ztWBLiG4-3eWX0sp7WkYAORKUzmVf90K9zCdF74glUq5_sPGj-26ts0yPLdHTyOPswj_VJh6UGFydL0eFXlT4Y/s1600/SDC14683.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"> Of course Elliot had to be involved in the fun too! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVBjcP6-0GdtOHXz_9S_FX1Z4mnxn9mjUp6GG5GVwdVmdkEtxq4JSICNuOcld24I1QyUdlXYs3l78vrSVCwgtqXk5gsiGNQw_fr2IV96vqUJoGC5EH7WQeSW4bbjpIdrCoi3zSQVHGbO0/s1600/SDC14689.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVBjcP6-0GdtOHXz_9S_FX1Z4mnxn9mjUp6GG5GVwdVmdkEtxq4JSICNuOcld24I1QyUdlXYs3l78vrSVCwgtqXk5gsiGNQw_fr2IV96vqUJoGC5EH7WQeSW4bbjpIdrCoi3zSQVHGbO0/s320/SDC14689.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Earlier that day he also got his puppy back so it was a great birthday for him!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">On another note we had the IEP meeting with his school on Thursday and I know one thing. They are not playing. They have some pretty good goals for him. Some of them include (and all of this is to be accomplished by mid June) to have a 30% increase in perceptive and receptive language, doing a task for 5 minutes or more, sitting in a group and listening to a story with other kids, playing well with others with minimal adult intervention and doing imaginary play with an adult or other child. Almost every goal says "with minimal or no assistance" which I love!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I met with his teacher, physical/ occupational therapist, speech therapist and psychologist. I fell in love with these women. They were wonderful to talk to and just kept saying how they wish I had brought him so they could meet him. They are very excited to work with him. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">He will be going from 9 to 11:30 Monday through Thursday and I felt very comfortable with the entire staff and can't wait for him to start on Monday. His class will have 10 kids, 1 teacher and 2 adult teaching assistants. This is the best student to teacher ratio we could get. I feel like he is going to be challenged but also cared for as well. The staff told me they send home weekly letters so you know what they are working on and also said they communicate through email quite a bit and said if we ever had any questions for any member of his team we were welcome to email or call anyone of them. How great is this! I love the open communication that they are fostering already!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">It is a little bitter sweet. He will start school on Monday and I'm not taking him. Will and Elliot. I know he will do well though.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07296790539595101384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455984226703510682.post-61907429199086601262011-03-08T20:10:00.000-08:002011-03-08T20:10:03.917-08:00A new normal<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Alvin has autism.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">There I said it. He has a form of it that most people we meet have no idea about. We are increasingly looked at when out and Alvin has one of his meltdowns in public. His brain is in overdrive and lately the outbursts and being scared has come far more frequent since the move.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">But you know what. Alvin is normal to us. One of the things that W and I have strived for in all of this is not to loose sight of is to Always treat Alvin as normal as possible. To us he is still a normal 3 almost 4 year old. He throws tantrums, plays games, and even sometimes does things to his sister that we wish he wouldn't do. He also gets his share of time outs like any other preschooler.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">But there are also times when we have to slow down. We have begun to take notice of the times that he needs more reassurance. Times when he just needs an extra minute or two to understand what s going on.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">With the move, and diagnosis all within 4 months at times its been overwhelming. But somewhere in the middle of it all I think W and I stopped caring. Not really stopped caring but just stopped worrying about it all. Yes we have challenges that most families don't. Yes Alvin has increasingly more odd outbursts and unexplained (to most) meltdowns.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">We got him enrolled in The Little Gym here the same week we got into town. I don't regret it for a minute. The gym helps with his social and motor skills. We have had great success there. Its fun for him without being too structured. He loves it and so do we and I think we will have continued success there with our “normal” little boy!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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</div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07296790539595101384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455984226703510682.post-76831647113394952532011-01-31T18:48:00.000-08:002011-01-31T18:48:28.684-08:002 weeks until we move to WA!!!<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I know I've been really bad about posting anything else since I announced the move and its just because we have been insanely busy. Between the holiday's and the shear logistics of getting us ready to move across country it's been really busy. I also accidentally over scheduled Alvin on Tuesday's so we go from occupational therapy to dinner to The Little Gym and his sports skills class. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Alvin has been doing really well in therapy and the gym. Of course we have good days and bad days. His private therapist (Miss Denise as he calls her) has fallen in love with him and he will do almost anything for her. The best so far with his sports skills class that he actually listened part of the time and tried to play with the other kids. The worst of it is when he just runs all over the place and acts wild. I try not to intervene but sometimes I have to because he is just too wild. Its all a work in progress though and that's what I have to keep in mind.The Little Gym is not only teaching him motor skills but also how to interact with the other kids.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The logistics of the move are another job in itself. We have our flights, temporary housing and everything nailed down now. The wait for the background check to clear was the worst. It took over 3 weeks to finally clear. We've been slowly saying goodbye to family both here and in Moody. We know we won't be back for about a year so we are trying to make sure we see everyone before we leave.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The best thing that's happened so far is my new boss has already contacted me. We've talked a few times and he has even assigned me a mentor that I've been talking to quite a bit. Right now it looks like they have everything ready for me to start work there which is really awesome! My mentor has been very helpful thus far and after our conversations I am very excited to start.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I told my boss at work last week and he seems happy for me. The guys in my group say I'm lucky to be leaving. The guys in my group are not happy with how things have been going and many of them are looking for other jobs as well. At this point I'm just the first to leave.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">To say we are excited is an understatement. Excited, scared, nervous yeah its all hit. The overwhelming thing is that we are just ready to get going. </div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07296790539595101384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455984226703510682.post-24198073274839342592011-01-02T17:37:00.000-08:002011-01-02T18:31:09.827-08:00Leaving Dixie, One of the Hardest thing to Leave, Charger Hockey<div style="text-align: justify;">So many times here I have talked of our love of Charger Hockey. I started going to games in 1999 when I started school at UAH. When W and I met I got him to start going to games with me. Since we started going to games together we have probably only missed a handful of games. We took Alvin to his first game at 6 months and Elliot went to her first game at 2 weeks and only about a week out of the NICU.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">So to say the least we are dedicated Charger Hockey fans!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">When I started looking at getting a job out of state one of the things that we talked about really missing is Charger Hockey.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">In the past 4 years or so the hockey community has become family of sorts. The Charger hockey family being the closest of those people. Once Danton Cole took over W and I started going to coaches luncheons with Alvin. He immediately was very personable and talked to us quite a bit. We got to know him and the rest of the coaching staff including the current head coach Chris <span data-jsid="text">Luongo. We have gotten to know them and they know us on a personal level. It is like extended family. We have even gotten close to a few of the guys on the team and their parents. Last year Alvin took a liking to Brandon Roshko at one of the skate with the Charger public skating sessions. We ended up getting his jersey at the end of the year and to see the smiles on both of their faces was priceless. Now we seem to talk the Bill Burkholder a good bit as well as incoming freshman goal tender's dad Joe Groh. The funny thing is over the years most people first ask me how the kids and W are before anything else! Even the team gets involved with the kids at <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/gunsotsu/5304963885/">skate with the Chargers</a>.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span data-jsid="text">We even know most of the security staff at the VBC. Many of them have watched Alvin and Elliot grow up over the past couple of years. We talk to these same people every single home series. Most try to interact more with the kids and really seem to like seeing us every week. They also are fine with us going down to watch warmups on ice level. They always know we will be returining to our seats and generally understand that I'm just doing it to give the kids an upclose and personal view of the action.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span data-jsid="text"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span data-jsid="text">Then there is W. Don't let him fool you when he talks about it. He is very humble but some of the shots he gets are amazing. Any doubt just look at his flickr stream. Especially this <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/gunsotsu/5253711101/in/contacts/">shot.</a> His attitude with players and coaches alike is one I've never seen before. He has a standing philosophy that anything he shoots that the guys or their families want just let him know and he will give them the full resolution copies or prints for free. Many of the guys that play here don't have family that can come to a lot of games so its important for him to try and help them share what they are doing with family back home. He has amazing dedication to what he does and the players and coaching staff alike.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span data-jsid="text">Leaving this program and the atmosphere kills me. We have come to love and respect the program so much and now we are leaving.W and I have talked many times about what it is going to feel like at our last game. Its going to really kill us in a way. No matter what the record and how they play its just what we do and no longer having that is going to be difficult. I'm just going to go ahead and say it. Our last game I'll be a wreck. The complete realization that it will be sometime before we make it back to a game is going to hit really hard.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span data-jsid="text"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span data-jsid="text">This program has meant a lot to us over the years. The move we are making is for the best and I know once we get up there we will see more hockey and come to enjoy other teams. We will order B2 networks broadcasts of the games and </span><span data-jsid="text">even join the Blue Line Club </span><span data-jsid="text">but it just wont be the same.</span><span data-jsid="text"> </span><span data-jsid="text"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span data-jsid="text">No matter what happens we will never forget the UAH Charger Hockey team and what it has meant to us over the past few years.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span data-jsid="text"><br />
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</span></div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07296790539595101384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455984226703510682.post-32759926165759981322010-12-18T14:42:00.000-08:002010-12-18T19:18:54.191-08:00The big news!<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: small;">If you’ve been following this blog for about the past 6 months to a year you know I’ve posted many things about how unhappy I am at my current job. 2 different bosses and still things continue to go downhill. I’ve even recently been demoted within my group simply due to my age and inexperience with Catia V4.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: small;">Also I’ve made it no secret that I’ve been looking for a new job. After the last round of random layoffs in my office that search got put into high gear. I’ve thrown out resumes to places all over town with no luck. Then I started applying to jobs out of state. Specifically up in Washington where there seemed to be a lot of engineering openings. The first job that I was considered for I got to the second round of interviews but got rejected. This is about the point that W and I started getting down about things.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: small;">Then I applied to another job opening at the same company and got asked to attend a job fair in Seattle WA. So I made arrangements and went up there thinking that this was just the first step in a long interview process. After a delay at the hotel I got to my interview right on time and as soon as I sat down was told that I would be told that day if I got the job or not. </span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: small;">The interview went well but I felt like I struggled with a couple of questions. I felt good about it but my nerves were shot after the hour long interview. Then came the hard part; waiting to find out if I got the job or not. After about 45 minutes of waiting I was finally called back. I got the job!!! I was told the job offer would come within 3 weeks and then I would get my start date and the exact location of where I would be working. I immediately called W and shared the news. To say he was floored was a complete understatement. What we had been working so hard for was starting to pan out!</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #333333; font-size: small;">The official offer letter came on Monday to our amazement. The letter contained a few details and confirmed that I will be working in Everett WA. Since then we have been busy looking at places to live and talking too many of W’s old friends about the area. We have also told our immediate family. Some have taken it better than others which we expected but everyone knows we are doing this for us and nothing else.</span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Since getting the official offer its been a whirlwind of things going on. We've been looking at apartments and I've been doing all of the standard pre-employment things. We are contacting friends in the area that might be able to help us. I should be contacted by the relocation office once my background check is complete which we expect to be here soon.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">So that's the big news. We are officially moving out west sometime in February!</span> </div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07296790539595101384noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455984226703510682.post-9451470535369901642010-12-08T14:19:00.000-08:002010-12-08T14:19:03.094-08:00To Butters after a long month<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #06082c;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">It’s come to me to write something to Butters. One day I'll be able to explain all of what is going on to him but for now it will reside here.<br />
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Dear Butters, <br />
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The past month has been really rough. We started out just thinking you were having a little problem speaking but it turns out things were much worse. Most nights when you go to bed it all hits me. How hard we have been working with you and how hard you are trying. Your dad and I struggle to understand you and make sure that we are not being too hard on you while still making sure that we push you to talk and act correctly.</span></span></span><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #06082c;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I was one of the worst people though. I kept saying that you were just a normal 3 year old boy. You didn’t talk too much because in all honesty you didn’t need to. You are very much like your dad in that at times you are just quiet. You’ve always been outgoing in your own way and over time we have just learned that your interactions with people are just your own.<br />
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Over the last few weeks we have learned that you have been having seizures. There are drop or atonic seizures that only last for a few seconds. You never seem very phased by them and for so long we just thought you were clumsy like I am. The day of your occupational therapy evaluation when we found out about the seizures I just felt horrible. I of course beat myself up for not understanding that these things were not normal.</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #06082c;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Over the next weeks and months there will be more tests. There will be changes in your routine that are going to throw you off of your norm. All I know is that even this process is going to be challenging it will get better. We will be going back to see hockey games once the team gets back in town. I promise you that. I also promise that once all this maddess of testing is over you will be able to start playing sports with other kids.</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #06082c;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">We will continue to let you see numbers and be completely amazed by your abilities. You learn in a very unique way and while it may be more difficult for you to understand things that other kids do so easily trust me it will come. Just trust me that your dad, sisters and I will do everything we can to make things easier for you to understand.</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #06082c;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">One thing I can tell you is that you surprise me every day. You are amazing in the unique way you see things. No matter what the end diagnosis is you are still you. At times you drive us mad with your unique ways and others completely surprise us with the things you have absorbed. At this time I know no other 3.5 year old that knows about half of the UAH hockey roster!</span></span></span><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #06082c;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Just know that no madder what we love you and will be here through all of this.</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #06082c;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Love,</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: #06082c;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Mom</span></span></span><br />
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</div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07296790539595101384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455984226703510682.post-2876696066273406852010-11-07T19:10:00.000-08:002010-11-07T19:43:41.153-08:00Another week and more newsSo this was quite an eventful week. It started out with taking Alvin to a trial class at the Little Gym. It started out well enough but about half way through I started wondering if it was right for him. I had to go in and assist the teachers to control him when they broke out into stations. He screamed and cried thinking he was in trouble. By the end of it all I saw him struggle heavily to interact with other kids. He wanted to so bad at times but just couldn't figure out how to. The teachers suggested that I bring him back on Wednesday night due to that night being a smaller and calmer class.<br />
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Tuesday morning at work I got the call that the occupational therapist had an opening that afternoon. I dropped everything at work and made it home shortly after lunch to get him and head to the hospital for the evaluation. The team (one occupational therapist and one master's student) were wonderful with him. Within 15 minutes they knew what was going on with him. We went through some exercises and other things that would help him including using a plastic bristled brush to calm him. Once during the evaluation Alvin was sitting in a seat and suddenly slumped over then popped right back up. This immediately caught the therapists eye. She asked me if he had done that before and I said yes. He is 3 so of course he's clumsy. Well apparently this is not just him being clumsy and its called a drop seizure. She wasn't overly concerned but said we should go ahead and consult with our pediatrician.<br />
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So the next morning I got on the phone with the pediatrician's office and we got an appointment at 11 that morning. I discussed everything that happened and he came to the same conclusion that the occupational therapist did. He wants him to have an EEG on the 18th just to rule out anything else with the drop seizures. He reassured us that this was something that is very hard to spot in a kid of his age. 3 year olds are inherently clumsy and drop seizures can be very hard to spot.<br />
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On Thursday he had is first speech appointment with his new therapist and he did great. He was taken away to a seperate room and after 10 or 15 minutes he warmed up to her and finished strong. When we left he was happy and had a sense that he accomplished something that day.<br />
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So right now we have had 3 professionals tell us the same thing. So right now I'm about 90% confident with what we know. Right now we think Alvin has Asperger's syndrome. Basically its a form of autism where the person or child has a high level of functioning and a high level of intellect but have a hard time socializing. W and I are actually taking it pretty well. We have our moments when we break down and wish we didn't have to worry so much about therapy. We now approach Alvin slightly different. We work with him as much as possible and and make sure we are handling the situations appropriately given what we now understand about him.<br />
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This next week we continue the process. I'm meeting with a psychologist tomorrow to discuss his case and when he can be tested. Tuesday we go back to the occupational therapist and Thursday we go back to the speech therapist.<br />
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For a while this is just the way its going to be for a while. Luckily everything we are doing right now is in hopes of getting a better diagnosis and preparing for the evaluation in January.<br />
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</i></a></h3>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07296790539595101384noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455984226703510682.post-89876077339224915052010-10-31T19:51:00.000-07:002010-10-31T19:51:39.187-07:00Another twist and turn<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The past month or so has been a blur. I’ve been working on finding another job after figuring out that things in my group are just not going to get better. I’ve done everything I can and still things have gone downhill. I’ve been sending out resumes and applying for jobs both in and out of state. I even got as far as to a second interview with a company in the northwest and after dropping everything to get up there with a 48 hour notice I got the call on Tuesday and was told thanks but we decided to hire someone else.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">During all this Elliot turned 1 and we had her birthday party. Everything went well and we got a few good shots of her smashing a cupcake and loving every bit of it.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The biggest impact on things we have been facing is a challenge with Butters. I’ve been in denial about it for some time but we finally got him tested by a speech pathologist and were not prepared for the results. We knew he was speech delayed and that since Elliot was born but not the degree we were told. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The basic diagnosis so far has been a severe delay in receptive and expressive language skills. Basically the test said that he is around the same place as a 1.5 year old with language and he is 3.5. When I read this it was like someone just knocked the wind right out of me. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Also her recommendations on how to start correcting things were quite drastic. She said that we need to take all of the things he loves (his cars, numbers, hockey ect) away from him. She suggested that the only tv he get to watch is educational programming. Well this is not the path we decided to take. We are working within limits and doing everything we can to encorage him to use more words together. Something as simple as saying “juice please” is a big deal and we are getting him to say it more and more.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The funny thing is that in the past couple of weeks Butter's has started to learn the UAH Hockey roster. His favorite thing is to say “Starting at left defense, #2 Ryan Burkholder”!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">So what do we do now is the question I’ve gotten from a few people. Right now we are working like crazy to get him into the early intervention program at the elementary school we are zoned for. This is becoming challenging though because they can’t evaluate him until January 5<sup>th</sup>. So in the mean time we are working like crazy to get another evaluation set up at the children’s hospital as well as social therapies started. The hospital has a therapy center for this kind of thing but first they have to evaluate him for speech and occupational delays. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Luckily since beginning this post I was put in contact with a speech pathologist that works primarily with preschool aged kids. The therapist I got to talk to on the phone was really wonderful. They just ask that I bring a copy of the initial test results and give it a shot. She recommended that we try a couple of sessions then if he doesn't take to her then maybe we could try someone else.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I’m also looking into starting him in a structured athletic activities. The Little Gym has a preschool program and we are going for a trial class Monday night to see how he has responded. I’ve also contacted several other gyms about their classes trying to find the best fit for him. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">So this is the point we are at now. We are doing our best to get things started but it’s a very slow process.</div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07296790539595101384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455984226703510682.post-70605884155264526482010-10-27T17:36:00.000-07:002010-10-27T17:36:43.538-07:00Wordless Wednesday<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpyLURovqwoJ1IYuWGveomM40yxfDvcqcJVkKEbyfpiBF_ykR8fHQmQfIJh-icNgBTZCvv_rKrTaMkRwDMNM_ZpFjybdIqshBpatBqGRGeA74_4zNnAU8Ups8ZgBTjzk0AByCMP0gsDrY/s1600/Uno.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm late posting this but the birthday girl enjoying her cupcake! She turned 1 on October 5th.</div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07296790539595101384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455984226703510682.post-36511773869622017722010-10-09T19:18:00.000-07:002010-10-09T19:18:21.067-07:00My take on babywearing<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJD_dIREwB1kHan19xXcdXc83_VpzQ0MKIe0ddMoDtoqImCC0qqhbSLfSlIg6WoJhT0Pft56VBzZgs9LNUiYHQyPn87LEbhDNTh9AnaqBbuSQ39ah7aYmq4xmjlC44Kmcwe2EWDrgpM30/s1600/1286502507763.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a>After seeing a lot of posts on twitter and facebook about the recent baby carrier recalls I realized that while I have been doing <a href="http://rotormommy.blogspot.com/2009/11/wordless-wednesday.html">quite a bit</a> of <a href="http://rotormommy.blogspot.com/2010/02/4-month-stats.html">baby</a>/toddler wearing since Alvin was born but I've never really talked about it here. <br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I started out when Alvin was about 3 months old. I had a Jeep front carrier and quickly realized that it wasn't working well. Then I went searching for another and found the mei tai. I wore it with Alvin all the time. It was my best friend and hockey games and I used it in any weather for about 3 years. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">When Elliot was born things changed. I had already received a ring sling as a gift and was prepared to use it. Then I found a fleece pouch sling on clearance. This was the answer to what I would need to get through the next few months of hockey season with a infant and 2 year old. The sling worked wonders for us all season long. I managed to nurse in it when needed and juggle both kids and their needs with ease. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">During the middle of the game her bottom is still in the sling and she knocked out.</td></tr>
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">As the kids have grown the way I carry them as also grown. Now I primarily use my Ergo carrier. Its a quick on and off and also easy to nurse discreetly in when needed. I can walk around for hours and not need to readjust or mess with it once its on.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I have gotten a lot of comments over the years regarding how I wear them, why and what carriers they are. Every time they ask where I got one I refer them to a <a href="http://www.anurturingmoment.com/">local shop</a> and advise them to bring their child with them and get help with getting fitted for the right one. I am a big supporter of baby wearing but I also advise people to get the appropriate help when choosing one.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">My carriers though have gotten us through sleepless nights when motion was the only thing that helped them. Its given us the ability to walk around museums, malls and other crowded places without needing to break out the stroller. But above all else its given me closeness with my kids. The time I have spent with both of them strapped to me has let me get to know them both in different ways. I got to know their personalities and it allowed them to be very social in situations that I never would have imagined.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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</div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07296790539595101384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455984226703510682.post-20133660035167135632010-09-05T19:31:00.000-07:002010-09-05T19:33:25.287-07:00Elliot 11 monthsPart of me can't believe that she is almost a year old. The past week I have begun planning her birthday party next month and I think I am about ready! Over the past couple of months she has gone from crawling slowly to being able to go rather fast. She is at least 24 lbs now and really doesn't like it when we try and feed her anything. She is definitely an independent feeder and would prefer us to give her cut up pieces of meat, fruits and vegetables rather than us feed her anything. <br />
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She is also cruising using on all the walls and furniture. Alvin has also learned to keep his snacks and drinks out of her reach since she will eat anything within her reach. She loves to say ma and ba.She recently discovered how to roll a ball back and forth. Around the house she has become very aware of Alvin and follows him around like a puppy some days. When he is around all she wants to do is play with him<br />
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The other night we got home from running some errands and she found one of Alvin's hockey sticks and a puck and started trying to hit it. The cutest thing was when I picked her up to let her practice walking she refused to let go and wanted to carry the stick with her! I guess our love of hockey is starting to wear off on her. I just wish I could have gotten a picture!<br />
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Luckily for all of us here the start of college football season means college hockey season isn't far off! We will be going to our first game on October 7th and 8th and we can't wait. This will be the first year that she will be able to really start watching and I can't wait to see how she reacts to watching warm ups. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">After the Swim For Melissa. This was the smallest shirt they had and it swallows her!</td></tr>
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</div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07296790539595101384noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455984226703510682.post-30253239762422685562010-08-29T18:03:00.000-07:002010-08-29T18:03:17.414-07:00My recent issues with pumping at workIf anyone has been following my twitter or facebook feeds you would know that last week I had some very interesting things happen at work. <br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I've talked about my pumping situation a couple of times before. <a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://rotormommy.blogspot.com/2009/12/returning-to-work.html">Here</a> and <a href="http://rotormommy.blogspot.com/2010/04/truth-about-pumping-at-work.html">here</a>. Basically I use an executive's office who is only here about once every 3 months or so. When he is here I use the storage closet next to it. Its a nice situation and I do everything to work around people's schedule and basically make sure I'm not bothering anyone. I even keep paper towels in my bag just in case anything spills it gets wiped up immediately and there is never a trace that I was even there.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">On Wednesday I was approached by one of our administrators. She was unhappy about something and seemed really uncomfortable about what she needed to tell me. She said that one of the people upstairs (executives) had made a complaint about me leaving a mess in the office. She said there was now some cleaner/disinfectant in the office and that every time I am in there I need to wipe the desk down. While it disturbed me that someone had said this I assured her that I would be more sure than ever that there was nothing left behind. But like I said before I'm still not sure why anything was said since I am extremely paranoid about leaving any trace that I was ever even in the office.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The next morning I ran into the IT guy and he asked if our administrator had said something to me. I told him about the conversation the day before and said that he had even heard some rude comments about it. While he doesn't have kids he completely supports what I do. He said that one of them actually asked why I couldn't just go in the bathroom. His response was perfect. He asked them if they would like to go in the bathroom and eat and that's when the person dropped it. The IT guy also said he expects the wet marks on the desk were from other executive's that use the office from time to time. I was just getting blamed because I'm an easy target.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">To cap off the week on Friday morning I was talking to someone and they told me that at this point my daughter was getting no nutritional value from nursing and that there was really no benefit. He said it was a lifestyle choice and that making a consecssion for me to have a room to pump in is liken to letting gay couples have rights in the work place. He said it was all about lifestyle choice and I could just give my daughter formula and save the hassle for everyone. At this point I ended the conversation. That kind of stupid logic I just can't deal with.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The funny thing about all this is it took me pumping at the office for almost 10 months before this stuff was ever said!! Reaslly! I honestly expected this kind of thing to come up much earlier if it was.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">So why am I posting this. Well first off to share my story. I refuse to back down on this. Luckily the health care reform law was passed in March. This guarantees me that my employer can not ask me to pump in the bathroom. It specifically says that until she turns 1 I am entitled to pump in that office. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The entire situation last week enraged and frustrated me. I now know why so many women who work full time give up pumping when faced with these obstacles. If I had not been better informed or as educated regarding the law and my companies policies I could have easily backed down. Luckily I know what I can and can't do and stood my ground.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">So what happens now. Well I am collecting information and printout to keep with me at work. I want to be able to pull this stuff out a moment's notice. I also hope that what has happened to me won't happen to any other woman that wants to pump at work. I plan on giving a copy of pertinant information such as the law and company policies to our administrators so that they can also help since most of the time they are just the messangers of the news. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">If you have any comments or suggestions I would be happy to hear them!</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
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</div>Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07296790539595101384noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455984226703510682.post-89102265366897642702010-08-15T18:24:00.000-07:002010-08-15T18:24:25.766-07:00How to take really young kids to a UAH hockey game!I'm published over at<a href="http://saveuahhockey.com/2010/08/15/taking-young-kids-to-a-uah-hockey-game/"> Save UAH Hockey</a>! Go take a look! Basically after 3 years of taking at least one kid under the age of 3 to games so I have a good idea of what works for us at this point.<br />
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Here are 2 quick pictures of the past 2 years of taking them to games. <br />
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So this year both kids will be participating in a fund raiser called Swim For Melissa. You can read more about the basics of the program <a href="http://foundation.hhsys.org/Page.aspx?pid=262">here</a>. Butters and Elliot both are not old enough to actually swim this year but he is participating as what is called a paddler. He will be there getting to play with other kids his age and just helping out with any money we raise. The really nice thing is they have so many activities for all the kids and the shallow end of the pool will be open as well. </div><div class="post-body entry-content" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div class="post-body entry-content" style="font-family: inherit;">Since both of them are participating this year and I was hoping to get some people that I work with to also join I created the<a href="http://foundation.hhsys.org/Page.aspx?pid=322&frtid=25"> Splash Hawks team</a>. From this link both Elliot and Alvin's pages are accessible. This past Friday we had our company picnic and did a dunk-a-boss booth to raise money for the team. As of this morning we raised $207! This far exceeded my expectations!</div><div class="post-body entry-content" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</div><div class="post-body entry-content" style="font-family: inherit;">Also if anyone is interested a local salon is having a golden ticket event. When you buy a box of chocolates for $20 you get a golden ticket that is valued between $30 and $1000! I got one a couple of weeks ago and it was about a $50 value and doesn't expire til the end of November. For more information here is a link to the<a href="http://foundation.hhsys.org/Document.Doc?id=57"> flyer</a>.</div><div class="post-body entry-content" style="font-family: inherit;"> </div><div class="post-body entry-content" style="font-family: inherit;"> </div><div class="post-body entry-content" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
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There was also the small issue of a job I applied for out of state. I ended up not getting it but I had to keep quiet for a while.<br />
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Elliot is now 9 months old and she has grown a ton. Around 8 months old she started kind of rolling then scooting a little until she gets where she wanted to go. Just a couple of weeks ago she finally got the idea of crawling and has been really working on that more and more. Also in about the past week she has started crusing a little. She can pull herself up on almost anything she can find be it person or object. Also she even had her first hair cut. Her bangs were getting far too long and I was able to get someone to trim them for us.<br />
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With all of this activity eating has become a challenge with her. Nursing in particular and even bottles are seemingly far too boring for her and sitting still to do either one is something she wants to do much of. Lately this has shown itself by her wanting to nurse all night long. During the day she will only take one bottle and snack a little. So what she has been doing is called reverse cycling. I've found out its fairly common for babies of working moms to do this. She is growing and developing normally she just choosing to get the bulk of calories at night rather than during the day.<br />
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Her official 9 month stats are she is 27.5 inches long which is right around average and she weighed in at 21.5 lbs which is in the 87%. Our pediatrician was happy that she is eating all table food now. The only thing that he is concerned with is she is slightly anemic. He recommended giving her something called poly-vi-sol but we have tried that in the past and the smell is horrible and I'm sure it tastes about the same. So instead we are going to try and just give her more iron rich foods for a while and see if that helps. The first night she had watermelon, avocado, some broccoli and cheerios. Luckily we also have plain rolled oats that I made oatmeal out of and she eats on during the week. Our pediatrician said the cheerios were a great source and that her iron levels would also start to rise as she started eating meat more.<br />
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And now for a few pictures from the last 2 months!<br />
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The latest development is a tooth. This past weekend we finally felt one pop through. She has been pretty good about it all and Hylands teething tablets have been our best friend!<br />
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There is one thing she isn't doing yet and that's sleeping for more than about 5 hours at a time. This past week she has been up every 3 hours at night wanting to eat. Out of me needing sleep she normally ends up in bed with us until I go to work then I move her back to her bed. While I personally never thought we would get to this point right now it works for us. I'm just patiently waiting for the day that she is consistently sleeping through the night so I can resume my crack of dawn workouts that I used to enjoy so much!<br />
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And now for the pictures taken over the past month.<br />
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Be it either my<strike> cheap</strike> thrifty nature or something else I will not use formula. I would rather spend money on freezer bags to store the excess in the deep freeze than spend money on formula. Of course there are the health benefits and other things but I won’t go into that here.<br />
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Right now I pump 3 times a day and probably will continue this schedule for another few months until she is eating solid food on a regular basis. At this time I will be able to go down to pumping twice a day and then slowly weaning sometime after her first birthday.<br />
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But let me say this some days pumping is not my best friend. You know those days when your schedule at the office is just insane and you can barely find time to eat lunch much less get away from your desk for a few minutes. Or the days when you look at a day and realize you are stuck in meetings most of the day. Well those days have been about my past 3 months straight. Things at the office have been really crazy and some days it’s hard to get away. One week it was so bad that I ended up setting up timed reminders on my desk top. Then one day when I got into the office and looked at the outlook calendar I saw a full day of meetings and my first thought was I wonder how I am going to get a few minutes to go pump.<br />
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One thing that does make it easier is how little time it takes me to pump. I generally only take 15 minutes from the time I leave my desk to the time I return. In this time I can pump (normally around 6oz), wash out all the parts and dry them. I use a <a href="http://www.medelabreastfeedingus.com/products/breast-pumps/352/pump-in-style-advanced-shoulder-bag">Medela pump in style</a> that besides being a little big is worth every penny we paid for it.<br />
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Other days I love the time I get away from my desk to pump. It’s nice to not have to look at a computer screen or talk to someone about a program that I’m currently working on. Its also nice to get away from listening to some of the idiotic things I tend to overhear from the guys.<br />
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Since starting to write this I found out that with the <a href="http://breastfeeding.blog.motherwear.com/2010/03/will-health-care-reform-mean-a-national-pumpingatwork-right.html">new health care reform bill</a> that there is now a provision to allow for mothers to pump in a place other than the bathroom for one year. I’m not going to get political here but for working moms like me this is a huge step forward. I personally had to fight to get a place other than the bathroom and now with this on the books hopefully other moms won’t have to go through what I did.Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07296790539595101384noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455984226703510682.post-27874024476290161592010-03-25T03:00:00.000-07:002010-03-25T03:00:00.864-07:00To Butters on your 3rd birthday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5w9I_tIDBoytTXqKk8Pe3Uop3iSD81CydeVxMpvf1Cs4i5j9IiEADAWBYWyNmtswaAViqQkYcb_KCwt8iSRC1xpE4hqf55mSF7itIlhpsJ_NjxxU2ogkAJ_WLE90YEROroMfHie1CLng/s1600/butters+baby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
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I’m still not quite sure how it all happened so fast. You are a constant challenge to us and your creativity of how to get to things never ceases to amaze us. You have been a great big brother to Elli even though most of the time you refuse to say her name and rather just call her baby. You love to try and give her a bottle and give her kisses. When she cries though you cover your ears and run!<br />
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You are our hockey playing little boy even now. You still love the game and get really mad when we try and change the channel. Over the past year you have made friends with players and coaches of our beloved UAH Chargers and have stolen many hearts at games with how well behaved and cute you are running around the VBC in your jersey. Of course this year also has been one of you learning the chants at games thanks to our good friend! Hearing you run around the house saying “U-A-H” and “ You feel shame. Sitdown hack. See you in 2 minutes or less” has been priceless. Of course you have also picked up other words too but sometimes I can’t help but laugh at how you say them.<br />
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Your 3rd birthday is starting out like the weekend you were born. UAH is off to the NCAA regional tournament and while we might not be at the game your father and I can’t forget how this time 3 years ago you were working on making your appearance.<br />
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Happy Birthday to my little boy!Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07296790539595101384noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8455984226703510682.post-2118973062670152062010-03-10T18:09:00.000-08:002010-03-10T18:10:40.169-08:00Wordless Wednesday-The Stanley Cup comes to Huntsville<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTDIpoFa9-SYyWFqrOxDIFZwULKRvF3GECWH-e-IUVjCJK7w2YudJKP574_VITImJ713CzrH7XOVlsvaThX4wDdSgSOQ9UoXoeYXHqbGeLapCvhRHxzArOMZRS76_BDkibwHzECFjo9Fw/s1600-h/Alvin+and+Stanley.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTDIpoFa9-SYyWFqrOxDIFZwULKRvF3GECWH-e-IUVjCJK7w2YudJKP574_VITImJ713CzrH7XOVlsvaThX4wDdSgSOQ9UoXoeYXHqbGeLapCvhRHxzArOMZRS76_BDkibwHzECFjo9Fw/s320/Alvin+and+Stanley.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2fJlqADiA26oEpk7I5GxQmFboNU_Mt9Vm0yGxMG0rE0CzrMSLuQ2nhZmtHqKMKk7ZwW07Q8KA-f03PAUzMv3tW4CM4yeQ3vHBc3f2j4IE1ueATRw4_o7LkDrcQXKJZ3GH83kIIhwMZN8/s1600-h/Elli+and+Stanley.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2fJlqADiA26oEpk7I5GxQmFboNU_Mt9Vm0yGxMG0rE0CzrMSLuQ2nhZmtHqKMKk7ZwW07Q8KA-f03PAUzMv3tW4CM4yeQ3vHBc3f2j4IE1ueATRw4_o7LkDrcQXKJZ3GH83kIIhwMZN8/s320/Elli+and+Stanley.JPG" /></a></div>Of course we wouldn't be much of a true hockey family if we didn't get the kids picture taken with it!<br />
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(photos taken by @gamingwithbaby)Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07296790539595101384noreply@blogger.com0