It’s All In The Mess

I have this trick you see.  I know how hard my son has worked at school by the state his clothes or in this case the state of his boots.   When he was younger in kindergarten his hair would have paint or glue in it and his clothes would be stained with every art…

A Little Busy Processing

Its just hard for him to try and process everything happening around him because the world feels so very hard sometimes. It was especially hard to process when he was younger.

Personal Space Issues

Personal space issues Overcoming personal space issues is one of the biggest hurdles Johnny is facing right now. Because of the social challenges he doesn’t know when he’s crossing the line and why some of his friends are acting the way they are.  They go to their teacher and myself when they see me and…

Meltdown or Tantrum? Its Important to Understand the Difference

  Is it just a tantrum or is it a meltdown?  This is probably one of the most popular searches or hits for my blog. When it comes to Autism, self regulation and figuring out the triggers are major challenges for the whole family.  The OT that works with my son and consults with the…

Being A Toddler and Autism… “Step Into My Shoes”

  Its another day in Autism Awareness Month and I thought I’d share a post from that I’ve reblogged about Tantrums vs Meltdowns and how we experience it as a family.  When I look at the stats page on WordPress, the most often search for terms that brings people to my blog is meltdowns and…

Ash Wednesday And The Little Boy Who Could

  One afternoon, four weeks ago, I get a text from Johnny’s EA (Educational Assistant) “Johnny wants to read this on February 18th for Ash Wednesday in front of the school, can you practice with him till he has it down to a fine art please?” I am a tad shocked and quickly text her back and…

Just Help Him With Boots…please!!!

Two weeks ago I had that awkward moment when my child comes off the school bus and he’s not dressed appropriately.  It’s absolute torrential rain outside, the wind is blowing, it’s busy, other kids are trying to get off the bus along with other children coming from other schools are crowding the sidewalk.  I look up through my water drenched…

A Pile Of Leaves

  I saw a big pile of leaves that just beckoned to the kids to run and jump in.  It was Mother Nature’s version of a giant ball pit playroom that is in every Ikea.  Johnny was having a challenging time after a very busy week and we thought what a great opportunity to throw…

Anxiety Manifests Itself This Way….

  I walk by Johnny’s room and he has an arm load of stuffed animals and his closet door is open. He is trying to shove all of his stuffies onto a shelf in his closet. He has a lot of stuffed animals that he likes to sleep with it because “I don’t want to…

Laser Tag Birthday Invite

  I am emptying Johnny’s back pack and a white envelope that is like the kind you find invitations in falls to the floor. I immediately know it’s a birthday invite for Johnny. Later I show Johnny and I tell him I found it in his bag. He said his EA (education assistant)  put it…

There Was A Boy On The Metro….

  We were riding the metro back one night when my eyes caught something in the reflection in the glass.  A boy, no a young man sitting with head phones on.   This is a usual site on a subway train or a public bus so why would this catch my eye? The young man is…

Looking Back At Speech Therapy

  I’ve been reading about other parent’s journeys with their children and navigating the system to access help for their child who they suspect has developmental delays.   I became reflective about the beginnings of our journey with Johnny.   Looking back at when Johnny was assessed for his speech delay at 2-1/2 he was not a happy…

Its okay to let it go….

I was preparing lunch and Johnny was standing beside me when I heard him sing this… Let it go, let it go Can’t hold it back anymore Let it go, let it go Turn away and slam the door It was from the Disney movie Frozen. He had seen the movie twice by this point…

I Want To Be In My Green Zone

“Mommy I feel scared.  I am in my yellow zone.” “Mommy is in her red zone.  I shouldn’t have done that because now Mommy is upset.” “Princess is in her blue zone.  She is sad.  I don’t want her to be sad.” What does this mean?  It is a means of helping a child identify…

We Need To Buy More…..

“We need to buy more toilet paper Mommy.” “The toilet is broken. We need to fix it.” “We need to buy more white soap.” Those three sentences now mean to me that I need to keep a closer eye on Johnny when he goes to the bathroom and that he is feeling VERY anxious right…

It’s Broken Mommy

A party favour toy noise maker. It looks innocent enough doesn’t it? . This little horn is powerful enough to bring tears of despair and frustration which could reduce a 5-1/2 year little boy to tears in front of his extended family. Happy Easter. I sat there holding Johnny as he tried to blow out…

The Pledge:)

Originally posted on a diary of a mom:
* This morning, we are headed to Brooke’s school for the fourth grade literacy morning. We will gather in the auditorium with the other parents, then split off to our children’s classrooms to play reading games with the kids. After years of pasting on a smile and…

Two Years Ago

Originally posted on Everything Under the Sun:
Originally written on January 11 2011~ It’s funny how in life how three little words can change your life forever. “I love you” “It’s a boy!” or “Autism Spectrum Disorder”. We received the diagnosis last Tuesday and our lives have been a whirlwind ever since. Why did this…

Just Being There

We recently celebrated Johnny’s Daddy’s birthday and the family were gathering for his birthday dinner at an authentic Italian pizzeria with a wood burning oven. It is a new place that we haven’t been to before so lots of distractions and new things to intrigue and fascinate Johnny. Chandeliers made out of stainless steel pot…

Riding The Emotional Rollercoaster

There is an element of control when there are schedules and routines in place and its the unexpected surprises that bring a feeling of “out of control” that leads to anxiety. A series of moments that seem unconnected and nonsensical on the surface that lead to a rollercoaster of emotions that I find myself having…

His Own Bag of Sensory Tricks

Johnny has always been my sensory seeker. He loves to run his hands over things and enjoy the different textures and how they feel. He loves colours and how some things sparkle as well. He has a sensory table at school that was created by his Autism Support Teacher last year that has bins of…

Crayon Fun

Johnny loves to grab some paper and to take out his bin of crayons and draw. Right now when he comes home from school he can hardly wait to pull his latest art out of his back pack. He quickly shows me and then in a flourish treasures the art away onto his art drawer….

There is no such thing as can’t.

  There is no such thing as can’t only won’t. That is what I grew up hearing from my Dad whenever something happened that frustrated me or someone said that I couldn’t do something that I wanted to do. I get a call today from the OT Consultant for the school board who is filling…

Standing In Line

    I was grocery shopping with my daughter when we went to the check outs. The line ups were long and moving slowly. I looked down to the farthest checkout where I thought there was a line up and there wasn’t anymore. Is the cashier closing? I quickly check and its then that I…

Old MacDonald has a farm….The Visit

  Each year Johnny’s school takes all the kindergarten classes to a farm in October so the children can experience the harvest time of year, farm life and see a pumpkin patch.  We live in a big city so this is especially fun for the children to have their song “Olde MacDonald Had A Farm”…

A Funny Thing Happened At The OT

  I have started taking Johnny to an Occupational Therapist to help with sensory integration, self-regulation, motor planning, body awareness and increase his gross and fine motor skills. Two weeks ago we did the assessment and right away Johnny bonded with the therapist and even gave her a hug at the end when I said…