Oh Atlanta . . . I hear you calling . . .

Here are some pics from our recent ATL trip(s).

Going out to eat with my parents. Ted Turner's Montana Grill . . . scrumptious.

At the World of Coke--Clara loved this polar bear!

At the Georgia Aquarium--Clara saying "cheese!"

At the American Girl bistro--many of my fabulous nieces with their dolls. (Check out the sweet chairs they have for the dolls to sit at the table, too.)

Sweet cousins!

Here with my sister, Heather, and my sister-in-law, Tana.

The new look

Today when I came in to Clara's room after her nap, I came upon this scene:

I had no idea Clara was such a fashion diva . . . one red sock, one pink sock, crocs on the wrong feet, and pink underwear on the head.

Now that's stylin', baby.

(NOTE: Yes, she fell asleep like that. No, she couldn't take the underwear off her head without my help.)

Nothing too exciting

I forgot to use my camera on my recent trip back to see my family, so cute pics of all the festivities will have to wait until my sister and mom can generously email them to me. We had a fabulous time hanging out with my big sister, Heather, and her five kids. They were so sweet and patient with Clara, especially John Morgan, her oldest cousin there, whom Clara adored and would follow around repeating, "Hi John Morgan!" "Hi John Morgan!" They were all so cute with her. Duncan, who is Clara's age, would sometimes stroke Clara's hair as she walked by or pat her on the back. I wish I could say she returned the compliment, but all in all she did very well. I even gave Duncan and Clara a bath together, and she didn't freak out! We went to the new World of Coke, the Aquarium, and, the highlight of the trip :-), we went to the new American Girl Doll store and bistro. Clara loved the bitty babies, and I enjoyed taking a walk down memory lane when I got out all of my doll Samantha's stuff for the nieces to use. It made me want to be nine again! So, anyway, pics will be forthcoming, hopefully.

Random pics

Exploring our inner hip hop.

Dressing outside the box.

Braving Mount Everest. Blind.


Occasionally, during procrastination sessions such as the one I'm currently in, I like to look at old pics of Clara one, two, or three years ago. This was last summer, sporting stylish swim goggles.

July 2006.

July 2005. First solid food!

Please Clara-fy

Clara's current obsession is calling us any number of names in order to have us pretend to be that person. Her current favorites are Cookie Monster, Oscar the Grouch, the Count, teacher, doctor, baby, etc. She'll come up to us and say, "Hi, Cookie Monster," expecting us to respond and talk to her in the Cookie Monster voice (Michael is a master at it, although his imitation is sort of a mix with Yoda, too). Tonight we had a new one:

CLARA (to Michael): Hi, Joseph Smith.

MICHAEL (after much laughter on our part): Hi, Clara. Did you know that when I was a fourteen-year-old boy I went into a grove of trees and prayed to Heavenly Father to know what church to join? Who visited me?

CLARA: Jesus. (She knows that's the right answer to most of our "who" Gospel-related questions.)

MICHAEL: That's right. And who else?

CLARA: And Grandpa!

(laughter)

MICHAEL: No, who else?

CLARA: Nana!

Somehow making another connection, she then went and grabbed a blanket and came back and tried to wrap it around Michael, wanting him to be Samuel the Lamanite (from a recent Family Home Evening lesson where he used the blanket as a cape).

Rainbows and other stuff

We finally got some decent rain here this evening. We also were delighted to see a double rainbow arching perfectly over our house.


An update on us: Michael began his ortho residency this past week and is already loving it. I am so grateful that he gets to do something he really enjoys as his profession. I'll be feeling slightly lonely since he'll be gone on some conferences over the next few months, but I'm glad we used the time after graduation to accomplish so many projects and enjoy our time together. Clara is doing well. As time passes, I feel like I am becoming more accepting of her (and our) situation and challenges. I am learning to let go of the "precocious, perfect child" image I've had in my head and accept and enjoy her for who she is instead of trying to fit her into the mold of the child we expected. It's a daily challenge, but I am also learning to have faith in Christ's ability to make my mothering weaknesses into strengths as well as learning to rely on Him more. I know that He will make our burdens easier and lighter when we come to Him. And I know that we will do all that we can to make sure Clara becomes the person that Heavenly Father wants her to become. Like the promise that the rainbow symbolizes, we know that all of God's promises will be fulfilled. What a comfort!

4th of July happenings

We are currently spending the weekend with our families in ATL and are having a great time. Here are a few of the highlights thus far.

Clara wearing some of her great-grandmother's jewelry. Please excuse the crazy morning hair.

My brother Clay's birthday is on the 4th, so they've made a tradition of having a cookout at their house to celebrate the country's birthday as well as his. Here my dad organized a children's parade--the grandkids are marching to some excellent patriotic Sousa marches.

Clara with Bapa.

Bringing up the rear of the parade.

Here my dad is giving a little patriotic devotional to the grandkids. Clara and Rowan (her cousin on the front row) were particularly attentive.

Another cookout with Michael's family (yes, we ate way too much!). The blonde in the picture is a friend of the family.


Making sure that Grandma is making the ice cream properly (and chomping about four cups of ice along the way).

Clara in a "bear cave" at Nana and Bapa's house.

Swimming!

Yesterday we went swimming at a friend's house. It was last week that we went there and Clara fell and banged her face up, so as soon as we pulled up she said, "No no no . . . I don't want to go swimming!" However, after some cajoling, she got in the pool and loved it! A far cry from her experiences at pools last summer. I was very proud of her. Michael also did some fancy tricks on the diving board which I failed to capture here.

Our Little Rabbit

Clara has a rather un-childlike love for vegetables, as evidenced by this clip. If you turn up the volume enough, you can hear the Max and Ruby video playing in the background . . . fitting for our little bunny, don't you think?




I will be giving a parenting workshop (lesson title: how to make sure your kid listens to you and has good eating manners), if anyone is interested. (Call now and you can get five salsa lessons for free from Clara!)

A Shout-out

Just wanted to invite you to visit the blog of two of my talented friends. Safely Gathered In is a blog about how to be self-reliant--starting your own food storage and how to use it as well as being prepared in an emergency (to learn more about our church's efforts on preparedness and self-reliance, visit here. Abs and Hannah give you encouragement and insight into money management and frugality as well. Check it out.

Happenings

The owner of our house wanted to put some sod in our backyard--we happily agreed, so last week we helped lay sod. Clara made sure the dirt was adequately dirty and wet.
This hand was just the tip of the iceberg.
Pretty new sod!
Then on Monday we went to a friend's pool, and before we even got in the pool, Clara fell down the brick stairs and got some nasty owies. Here she is resting after another busy day.
Take a look at that shiner (the picture doesn't do it justice) . . . poor kid!

Treasure in the Trees

Michael was pruning a beautiful River Birch tree that we have growing in our front yard, and among the branches we discovered a bird's nest. Check out the shiny piece of tinsel amongst the other sundries the momma bird used to build her nest. And assume that the ladder is very stable.

The Reveal

Three years ago Michael's grandparents graciously gave us a beautiful hutch that they had stored for many years. We brought it down (actually, Michael's parents did) from their farmhouse in Pennsylvania and have put it to use ever since.

When we moved into our rental house, the country-rustic look of the hutch (which we've never been crazy about) looked out of place. So, Michael has spent the last two weeks working nearly every day refinishing it outside in the blistering heat and humidity. He poured blood, sweat, and tears into this baby. Literally. (Okay, I don't remember any tears, but I know he felt like crying when he was done.)

The before.Note the country-style molding.
Side profile . . . looking a bit frumpy.
Sanding, which took FOR-EV-ER. Not that I did any of it. Michael makes that pink bandanna look good, don't you think?
All primed up. The molding is gone, too.
The first coat.The after.
Check out this amazing molding that Michael cut and put on--his first ever. No surprise that the corners match beautifully.
Side profile . . . black is so slimming, dahling.
From country . . .
. . . to classy.

Father's Day Tribute

To my father, my father-in-law, and the father of our daughter:

There once was a man known as Dad.
An imperfection he's never had.
Reading stories at night,
Listening to his insight--
No other Dad made me so glad.

I love you!

(So, should I quit my day job and be a professional limerick writer?!)

In Bloom

I haven't posted in awhile because not too much has happened lately, although shortly we'll have some very cool pics to post of a piece of furniture Michael has been redoing (it's taken up most of his time).

Anyway, I am watering a friend's plants for a week while she's out of town, and she has the most fabulous hydrangeas and gardenias (as well as innumerable other beautiful plants). She invited me to cut some while she was gone, so I reluctantly agreed . . .

Aren't they gorgeous?!I'll try to send the smell through the computer screen. Can you smell them now?

Somersaults!

Today Clara did her first official somersault. She learned how to do them months ago with her physical therapist and understood the concept, but she could never get all the way over. And apparently I need to do some body anatomy reviewing.

Vocabulary word of the day: Proprioception

Michael came with Clara and me to her OT session yesterday. He enjoyed watching Clara and Claudia work. One of the things that Claudia has talked a lot about to me is the fact that Clara needs a lot of proprioceptive input to get her nervous system aroused. As one website defines it:

Proprioceptive input is the performance of tasks that involves heavy resistance and input to the muscles and joints, and is essential in helping our bodies assimilate and process both movement (vestibular) and touch (tactile) information.

So, what we do (and what I need to do more of) is the following:

• deep input
• brushing her skin (the "brushing method" is one way to give little bodies a lot of information--you use a surgical scrub brush and very firmly rub arms and legs and back . . . Clara generally likes it)
• giving a firm rubdown with towel after a bath
• wrapping her up in a blanket or squishing her between two pillows to make a "Clara sandwich"--she LOVES that
• wearing a weighted vest (her former OT made her one--she tolerates it)
• just bombarding her body with lots of touch to help her feel where she is in space and make her neurons more organized and prepped for action
  

• heavy work (this is the OT term for "get those puny muscles moving!")
• pushing a toy grocery cart with stuff in it
• pulling a wagon
• climbing on stuff (whatever stuff you permit)
• pulling ropes, etc.
• jumping on a trampoline
• playing any number of active games
• whatever neurotypical kids naturally spend their days doing!
  

But this is my problem. I have tons of ideas for all of this stuff (not my own ideas--ideas from books, websites, etc.), but when your kid has dyspraxia, and everything is hard to think through--language, fine motor, gross motor, balance, social skills, you name it--it's hard to motivate her. Most of the heavy work activities, well, many of them, require skills that, quite frankly, are well beyond our current status. So essentially, I need to adapt them and think of other possibilities. And herein lies the rub: creativity is exhausting! I know I should be grateful for these opportunities to put my noggin to work.

Sewing

This past year I've been trying to make some of the baby gifts I've given away and thought I'd share the ideas with anyone else who might be interested. My sister-in-law Tabitha and I made these burp cloths . . . they were easy to sew, but somewhat tedious. Check out the tutorial here.
I also adapted a gift my friend Abby received and made these taggie blankets (one for a girl, one for a boy). Easy and inexpensive (my kind of gift on a resident's budget).