A field trip.....

All week i had been playing up "field trip day" to Ava. I talked about the museum, the world's largest ipad, an outdoor lunch, and a walk downtown. When "field trip day" finally came, i woke up early....i washed my hair...and i put on makeup. The day was beautiful, and i just knew that my first home school field trip was going to play out like some sort of mommy daughter dream day......truth is, it did end up being a dream day with my daughters...but, if you had told me that half way in, i am afraid i would not have believed you.

I should have been more tuned into Ava. We've had some changes lately, and change, even when good for the big picture, can be hard for the five year old picture.

Ava was unusually melancholy, and would not even turn for a smile......

And as the universe would have it. Today of all days. The world's largest ipad was turned off.....and the girls were more interested in the glass walls of the hallway than the exhibits.....so, we played in the hall.....

 Paloma really loved these walls......

So after our time spent in the hall, we found a seating area and the girls entertained themselves climbing on tables....yes, i let my baby climb on the tables....it's good for her..and no one seemed to care....

 Sweet Paloma still crawling like a hermit crab.........and looking quite perfectly chunky i might add...

I had thought at this point that the day was looking up...but no. Ava made a bad decision and lost the ice cream part of our out door lunch. This was so hard for me to take away from her...i don't know if i made the right decision....i was trying to be consistent...and ugh...i don't know...i was just trying.....and it took every ounce of patience i could muster to get out of that museum and to start digging through my mental bag of parenting tricks.

We started our day over, right there down town....we said, "good morning!" and "Oh look we've magically appeared downtown!" but..... when a game of "punch bug" went sour all i could do was laugh.....Ava of course was not amused........

Nothing was going her way.....

It was at this moment, seeing her there, that it hit me. I had planed our field trip, i had picked where we would eat lunch..i had all of these expectations for the day, and Ava was just along for the ride. Ava hadn't really had any say so, what so ever in our day........and then when she rebelled against not having any power, i took her ice cream away........well, because i couldn't go back on my word and give her ice cream, i gave her something better....i gave her power. I gave her the camera and told her that i would follow her lead. I told her to take me to what ever store that she wanted, and i told her to find things that made her happy, and to just take pictures.........this was not a bag of tricks kind of day....this was an Ava needs her mommy kind of day.

For the first time that day Ava really smiled.....And I didn't tell her what to take pictures of...... And i didn't look at her shots after she had snapped them, i just let myself follow her lead....a lead that led us to one of her favorite stores....a lead that led us to such a wonderful time looking at all of the beautiful trinkets and pretty sparkly things, that i forgot that we were having a rough day......in fact when she handed me back the camera, i didn't even think to look at her pictures....it wasn't until i got home and got both of the girls into bed that i could really look at them...........

Ava's pictures took my breath away.....

Ava knows beauty........

And Ava knows detail....

This one is my personal favorite.....I love that Ava found so much beauty in these glass bottles......

And of course Ava could not leave out her "Palomita" as she calls her...

My beautiful girl...as seen by my other beautiful girl...

Ava...my sweet luminous Ava.....thank you for a dream day with my beautiful daughters...even if we didn't have ice cream or get to play on the world's largest ipad....our "field trip day" was perfect....

dance.

I had a post planed about flash cards and homemade books....and to brag about Paloma's recent (amazing) speech evaluation.

But i don't want to write about that.....I want to write about something more important.

Dancing...

We love to dance in our home...we dance every single day. We sing, we holler, we jump and spin. When daddy comes home he grabs the closest girl and twirls. It's true...

 You never know what song will play next on the ipod plugged into Ava's old karaoke machine, and if Ava isn't around i'll let the Jay Z song keep playing. Because Paloma can break it down and mama loves a good beat.

Why do we dance so much? It wasn't always this way. Sure we indulged in a weekly dance party or two, but this has gotten quiet out of control....

Paloma crawls first thing in the morning to the ipod..........i say, "Paloma do you want music?" She waits.....i search the songs until i find one that is suitable for our kinda moves and it starts.....i pick up Paloma, we shimmy and shake...Ava turns the corner she does her number then points at me...i do a few embarrassing moves, and when the song is over we go about our morning routine....but Paloma...she dances until breakfast is served.

I love this morning must have. I love that my girls feed off of music as much as i do. And you have not seen pure joy until you have seen Paloma dance.........

big finish.......

I think someone has found their calling:)

School Days

Becoming a "Home School Mom,"  happened much like becoming a "Stay at Home Mom,"....by accident. Or was the thought always there?....some where in the back of my mind..... lingering with the doubts of my patience and ability? Honestly i don't really know the answer. But, homeschooling is in my blood and woven tightly with my ideas of mothering. My memories of being home schooled are among my happiest moments as a child. The confidence that was instilled in me, by my mother, at our kitchen table, is something that to this day has proven invaluable. If you are faced with a problem, you go out and fix it. If you have a question, you ask until you receive an answer. Go out.....touch the world...... hold it in your hands....and then write a report about it...over and over again...until your handwriting is perfect....

And so we began the journey of home kindergarten.

We laid out a plan...we built a room......


and we took a chance......uniform Hello Kitty pj's.....Yes this is our first day of school picture....


......she may or may not have gotten dressed for the day....


Ok, so maybe the pj's stayed on all morning, but who does AB patterns on the first day of kindergarten? Ava does..that's who....and then ABA, ABC, ABAC...well, you get the picture. Ava is a math whiz, and i get to witness every glorious light bulb as it goes off in my beautiful girl's eyes.



Sitting beside Ava every single morning in this new role of teacher, has opened up a new chapter in our relationship. Watching, in awe of my first baby...... of the intelligent, kind, competent,  little-big girl she has become...


Truly being in the moment...... and present...knowing that this will pass as quickly as her babyhood.......
Sweet Ava.....how much i love you.
And Paloma...well lets just say she keeps herself quite busy.

Each and every morning starts off the same way....first line of business...demolition..



Little hands know exactly what to do.....



until finally she achieves her goal...


and all is right in the world.....


"What does the cow say Paloma?"



For those of you that don't speak photo, that would be a "Mooooooooooo!"

And a sleep apnea update...mama's got back up.....


And all is right in the world.........

Lessons learned and life in the movies

I suppose my last two posts have not been blissfully happy or full of warm fuzzy ramblings about my girls. I write mainly about the positives in my life because mainly my life is positive. I do not feel the need to sensor myself. Do i choose not to write on bad days? Sometimes.......why do i do this?

To be quite honest it is for fear of being judged. There it is.....i'm shallow....i don't want others to think i love my daughter less because sometimes i struggle. A struggle that to the outsider may appear to be over her.....but in reality it is just a mother loving her child........ even more truthful.....i don't want someone to think that i don't want her, or that i regret having her.......and for all the being careful...and all the outside smiles...and all the.......positives.....someone said it, "Well, give her up for adoption then." "Someone would welcome that baby into their family with open arms." ......silence no reply...........

Yes this was said to me.....and not by a stranger, not by a friend.....but by a family member.

This is why i believe that so many moms, that have children with a few more needs struggle internally......This is why i believe that some moms feel isolated.... This is why i believe we outwardly recover quickly from a surprise diagnosis and feel the need to spout off about unicorns and rainbows......but in reality....i'm sixteen months into something that this other person could not possibly imagine.....because today i went to neurology and made big choices...right choices...choices to be proud of.....and then we went to developmental therapy where Paloma was freaking awesome and said "duck".......and this other person.....well.....they probably.....did none of that. And tomorrow when we go to physical therapy and count how many steps Paloma can take, or speech therapy and we work on blowing bubbles....well.....they probably....will do none of that either......

And because  I was starting to feel like i couldn't do it alone, i reached out.....i did what all the books and web sites tell you to do.....i admitted i needed help,.........yes, i may have said down syndrome felt like prison, and that Paloma got screwed....i may have been cursing and yelling and furious about a whole heck of a lot........am i ashamed of how i feel? No way........i just told this to the wrong person.......and this one person said out loud my number one reason for not wanting people to see me cry...........see it's true......people will judge you and think you do not want your child if you open up about your struggles........lesson learned.............will i quit being honest about how i feel....maybe.....
.........lesson learned?

Well if you noticed this title is a double header....because this same person told me to go see some Disney movie about a boy with leaves on his legs and how it would make me appreciate my life.......i'm serious............and honestly, it felt like another slap in the face......because not being grateful is so far from where i am at this point in my life......but people who have no idea....have no idea.....this person might as well have told me to go see Forest Gump..........

However the most notable part of the night, was a line from a movie in one of the previews....... i finally have my response to this person who told me to give my daughter away.....are you ready...you may want to memorize it...or make a t-shirt....or make me a t-shirt......

Here it goes...
"You know those mothers who lift two ton cars off of their babies?" " They have NOTHING on me!"

Now that is my kind of movie:)