Monday, August 24, 2009

A sound-off

I find Clara's sensory issues absolutely fascinating. If you don't, feel free to close the window.

I recently spoke with Clara's occupational therapist, Claudia, about how it seems that some senses--especially her auditory sense--have become more pronounced recently. Claudia felt that it was really a good thing because it's showing that she is more aware of them and can therefore cope with them more easily.

For example, Clara holds her hands over her ears frequently, which she never did as of a month or so ago. She has done/does this upon hearing the following:

thunder
sausage sizzling in the pan
loud laughter
airplanes, etc.
cereal crunching in her mouth
loud music
vacuum
the "thunder" and "rain" in the produce department

I think sometimes she does it as an experiment (like with the cereal), and other times it is a defense mechanism. It is most upsetting/shocking when it's a sudden, unexpected noise, as noises often are. She sometimes asks us to stop laughing and says, "Don't do that." Thunder is now a dreaded occurrence and she often asks before bed, "The thunder won't come on, right?"

I remember as a baby, she would startle so easily--you'd sneeze and she'd jump a mile. Of course, I didn't think much of it then, although I thought it was interesting. I had previously thought that perhaps this auditory sense issue was getting worse recently, but I think her OT is right--she is just growing more aware of sounds and is learning to identify them, even though some are upsetting to her. She is often immediately distracted when she hears anything (things that I tune out), like a motorcycle going by, or the wind on the windows, or anything like that.

One fascinating aspect of all of this is her absolute love of music. She wants to listen to it all the time--in the car, at home, etc. I taught her how to turn on the CD player at home and she'll just turn it on and sit on the couch, reading books and listening. She likes classical, country (she loves an old Dixie Chicks CD), some big band stuff, pop, Broadway (she'll ask, "Can I listen to the Broadway CD?"), and of course her kid music.

(Clara made a little nest to snuggle in while listening to her music.)

I love it that she loves music, and especially that she is learning to sing on pitch. Of course I loved her singing before that, but I confess as a music lover myself I am a bit relieved . . .

Clara will finally be getting a speech evaluation in November--I made the appointment a couple of months ago and that was the earliest opening (!)--and I am curious to see/ask for an audiology exam. I'll be interested to find out what more, if anything, I can do to help her cope. The therapist we'll be going to does music therapy as well. We'll see what happens, and in the meantime, we'll stick around and enjoy the ride.

For Clara's sake, preferably a quiet, peaceful ride.

Thanks . . .


. . . for asking me out on that first date nearly eight years ago. I never knew bell bottoms, a paisley vest, and a rock-awesome wig would be the beginning of a wonderful life.

Happy 7th anniversary, Sweetheart.

Monday, August 10, 2009

Abingdon, Virginia

Two days after we returned from Atlanta, we drove five hours up to southwest Virginia to meet with an orthodontist there.

This is the view from his house. Not too shabby.

Later that day we went to the Virginia Highlands festival hot air balloon launch. Clara LOVES hot air balloons (as in, asking us when we're on errands in the car if we can see any hot air balloons--daily, it seems). They were giving out Energizer bunny ears, and Clara loved hers and didn't want to take them off.

There were eleven balloons. Here they are getting ready. Can I just tell you how nice the weather was?! I only got bitten by one mosquito during the couple of hours we were outside. And I don't think I got sweaty once.

Here are a few balloons almost ready for lift-off. It was fun to watch the people work to get them going: first they rolled the balloons out on the grass, then they used huge fans to blow them up most of the way, and then they used the flame (propane?) to lift the balloon up into the air. So fascinating.

One flew right over our heads.

Clara and I flew in a tethered hot air balloon. For years I have had a lifelong goal of going in a hot air balloon. Even though this was tethered, I think I've satisfied that desire with this experience. Clara was excited, but I was nervous for her because I was afraid of what was coming.

Lifting off!

Three ropes were connected to three different automobiles so we didn't fly away. Clara wasn't too thrilled during the experience and started crying loudly. I wasn't surprised--quite frankly I was impressed that she wanted to get on in the first place. For one thing, it's kind of scary up there (only about 30-40 feet off the ground, but it felt much higher!). For another, there was a super hot flame being blown right above our heads that felt like it was going to burn our hair off. And last of all, the flame was SUPER loud, right in our ears. But I was proud of her for being so brave!

The reason for the Energizer bunny ears Clara was wearing earlier. Can you imagine being the seamstress for this hot air balloon? ("You want me to sew what?!")

Check out this sweet miniature hot air balloon.

A fabulous dixie jazz band played some great music, and a good time was had by all.

Back to ATL

While Michael attended conferences in Minneapolis and then in Atlanta, I enjoyed several days with my family in Atlanta. My parents were taking care of my two nieces, Anna and Charlotte, and Clara and I got to spend a lot of time with them, the cuties.

Charlotte is adorable even with bedhead. At church people thought she was mine. I wish!

Anna and Clara determined which dress-up outfits would fit their personalities.

Clara decided on the gangsta/Newsies paperboy look.

Anna went for the flapper/soldier/nerd/hippie look. Oh, and you can't see it, but there's a flower tiara under there as well.


While I was there, I got to spend a couple of hours with two of my fabulous sisters-in-law, Shannyn and Tabitha.

Clark, Shannyn's little boy, was such a cutie. I had fun interacting with him, especially since we haven't spend much time with him.

Adam, Tabitha's son, amazed me with his bravery on the playground. No fear.

Clark was loving the swing.

Clara, Clark, and Anna swinging. Hooray for hot playgrounds on summer days. Don't you think they should manufacture fake shade trees as part of playground setups so these poor kids aren't dripping sweat and getting sunburned out there?

Monday, August 3, 2009

Sweet prayers

Clara often has a hard time saying her prayers and refuses to say the blessing at any meal--I think it's partly having difficulty thinking of things to say and partly her sense of, shall we say, spirited independence. Her bedtime prayer seems to be a less resistant time, but even then it's been a challenge. However, a recent occasion brought the following conversation:

(as we kneel by her bed)

ME: Clara, are you ready to say the prayer?

CLARA: No.

ME: Oh, it makes Heavenly Father so happy when you talk to him--he misses you.

CLARA: Can I sing it?

ME: Um, sure.

CLARA: (singing)
Heavenly Father, are you really there?
And do you hear and answer every child's prayer?
Some say that heaven is far away,
But I feel it close around me as I pray.

(she forgot the words to the next part but then continued on with a little help)

Pray, he is there.
Speak, he is listening.
You are his child
His love now surrounds you.

(A Child's Prayer, Children's Songbook, p. 12)


It was a tender moment for me. Since then, we discovered that if we "sing-talk" words (sing the words of the prayer on some sort of pitch), she will often repeat them in a similarly "sing-talk" sort of way as we pray together. It also seems to help her think of ideas of what to pray for. She has sung, "And please help the thunder to not come on," as she is terrified of thunder.

Tonight when it came time for prayers, she asked again, "Can I sing, Mama?"


Oh yes, Sweetpea. Please do.