Monday, November 28, 2011

Party Time

I knew for a while that I wanted to do a farm theme for Camden's second birthday party but I wasn't sure how it was all going to come together. I'm not much of a cook, so I didn't even attempt to make the cake myself. Instead, we ordered a chocolate cake with chocolate mousse from BJ's (like Costco). It was delicious. I had them leave the cake blank except for the writing and I decorated the rest myself with tiny farm animals. See that pig's head on upper right corner? It was the lid to the tube the farm animals came in and Camden demanded that it be put on his cake. Oh well- it was his birthday, right?



Since we had mostly family at Camden's party this year, I felt like doing party favor bags was a bit too much. I'll probably start that next year. But, I still wanted to give the kids who came a small favor. So, I decided to have them adopt a farm animal. After picking up some small farm animals (at the dollar store! For $6 total!), I mentioned the idea to my artistic mom. She created the cute little barn below.

Just because I like it-- the fall/farm centerpiece on the adult's table.

Before everyone arrived, we took Camden outside to see his big birthday gift from Nan & Pop and Nonnie & Grandpa (both sets of grandparents)-- a playground for our back yard. It was a big hit that day, and has been every day since then.



When I decided to do a farm theme, I had this country menu in mind for dinner. Think fried chicken, corn on the cob, biscuits, etc. And then Matt suggested pizza because a) it's Camden's favorite b) it's cheaper and c) it's easier and I decided to roll with it.



Camden literally jumped with excitement when his BFF, Will, arrived at his party. These two are double trouble.

Time to open gifts. Camden had a lot of help this year. Thankfully, he didn't mind at all.





I don't know why this game is endlessly fascinating with children of all ages in my house, but Spin the Chair was played several times.

Time for cake! Camden worked hard to blow out his candles and succeeded in blowing-- but in the wrong direction (he blew upwards). Camden watched shyly as we sang Happy Birthday to him and then clapped with us and demanded that we serenade him again.

 Ever since his party, Camden will come up randomly to us and hold up one finger on each hand to indicate that he's 2. When we acknowledge, "Yes, you're 2!", he starts clapping his hands and then pretends to blow out his candles again. I'm thinking this kid really enjoyed his party and wishes they happened more than once a year.

Monday, November 21, 2011

Happy Second Birthday

Dear Camden,


Two years ago, I sat on the couch with Maggie while your Daddy timed my contractions. Two years ago, we packed up the car and headed to the hospital at 3am, hearts racing with nervousness and excitement. Two years ago, your Daddy updated his Facebook status to read “Breathless with anticipation” as I was officially admitted into the hospital. Two years ago, family came pouring into my hospital room, attempting to distract me with conversation and letting me use their hands as stress balls during contractions. Two years ago, just as I was beginning to feel like the pain was too much, the nurse said, “Are you ready to push?!” and, just like that, my pain was forgotten. Two years ago, your Daddy held one of my legs and your Nan held the other while I pushed with all my might. Two years ago, you decided you were going to do things your own way and you came sliding right out when I wasn’t even pushing. Two years ago, you turned immediately to look at your Daddy as the doctor caught you in his arms. Two years ago, the doctor placed you in my arms and I saw your sweet face for the first time. Two years ago, I fell completely and irrevocably in love with you. Two years ago, you made me a mom.

Two years.

Over the past two years, we’ve hurt watching you hurt—at birthmark removal appointments, when receiving vaccinations, and when you’ve fallen and skinned your knee in typical toddler fashion. Fortunately, we’ve felt terror only on the rare occasion—the night you fell down the stairs shortly after your first birthday and those few seconds (that felt like hours) when you stepped out of my sight at the store. We’ve been frustrated over sleepless nights, failed sleep training, and the occasional tantrum.

But mostly? There’s been joy.

Over the past two years, we’ve laughed as you smiled for the first time. We’ve cheered when you first rolled over, when you first pushed up and began crawling, and when you started to pull up to stand. We practically threw a party the night you started walking clumsily back and forth between your Dad and me. We’ve celebrated your first word, the first time you threw a ball, the first time you waved goodbye, and the first time you jumped with both feet off the ground. We’ve watched proudly as you’ve blossomed in speech therapy, and as you’ve become increasingly more independent, making it clear that Mommy and Daddy don’t always have to be one step behind you (even though we usually are). We’ve laughed hysterically as you’ve paraded around in Mommy’s high- heel shoes, with arms covered in a sleeve of Mickey Mouse tattoos.

A few years ago, before you were even conceived, I wrote a letter to you. I told you that your Daddy and I wouldn’t always be perfect parents, but that we would always do our best for you. I told you that you would make us better people and that we would learn by loving you. I’ve held true to those promises. I have no illusions (or delusions) of perfection in parenting, but every choice I’ve made in the past two years, I’ve made out of love for you. It feels that most of what I was doing with my life prior to being your mom was inconsequential. I was always waiting for you, before I even realized it.

Happy second birthday, Camden Miller. You are so loved.

Love,

Mommy

 
PS- See this last picture? So.very.true.
 
 
 

Sunday, November 13, 2011

I broke my holiday rule.

It's that time of the year when I start making excuses about why I'm an absent blogger: my school semester is winding down which equals a huge end-of-semester project, Camden's second birthday party is coming up in less than a week (!!), Thanksgiving is right around the corner, and then Christmas will follow closely on its heels. I guess they're not technically excuses when they're all real and legitimate reasons for being a tad overwhelmed, true?

While I typically believe in the don't-think-about-Christmas-until-after-Thanksgiving rule, I have broken it this year in two ways: we've almost finished Christmas shopping for Camden (must pause here for a shout out to Slickdeals, my savvy shopper husband, and Melissa & Doug toys) and I've been telling Camden all about Christmas and Santa every night at bedtime. I can't help it, you guys-- celebrating Christmas with a two-year-old is so much fun. Don't get me wrong-- it was fun last year, and the year before (seems weird that this will be Camden's 3rd Christmas even though he's only two), but this year is just extra special because Camden understands so much more and gets so excited just hearing about Santa Claus. When he's laying in bed at night, I tell him how we're going to put up a Christmas tree and decorate it while we dance to Christmas music (as far as I'm concerned, the cheesier the better when it comes to holidays), and how Santa is going to come to his house while he's sleeping and leave toys for him but only if we leave out cookies and milk for Santa's snack. And Camden's eyes get wider by the minute when I tell this story and he always smiles and asks for more when I'm done. I absolutely love experiencing the holidays through my son's eyes.

I will stand my ground about one holiday rule though: no decorations until after Thanksgiving. I have promised myself not to budge on that one, lest we end up being the neighbors with reindeer in our front yard on Veterans Day in the years to come.

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Mommy Speech Tips, Part 2

And here's the eagerly anticipated (ha) follow up to my Mommy Speech Tips, Part 1.

Not a word? Make it a word.

In the early days of speech therapy with our old therapist when Camden would say something like "ba" and our SLP would say, "Yes, Camden, ball (or balloon or bottle or bath)", I would roll my eyes, knowing that Camden hadn't meant to say any of those words. My mom used to do that with him, too. Camden might say "Ma!" and if Mickey Mouse happened to be on TV, my mom would say, "See, he just said Mickey Mouse!" In both scenarios, I knew that my son's words weren't intended to represent a ball or Mickey Mouse; they were just approximations he used to label many different things, because they were easy for him to say. What I didn't know is that my mom and the old SLP had the right idea. Camden's new speech therapist uses the same technique and asked me to do the same for him at home. If he says something that resembles a word in therapy, she makes it a word. For example, Camden used to say "oh" quite often, and it didn't mean anything in particular other than he liked the way it sounded. His new therapist made it the word "go". When they played cars in therapy, she'd say, "Ready, set...Camden, say 'oh'!" And now, two weeks later, Camden uses "oh" for "go" completely appropriately. After observing how well this worked, I'm always listening out for new sounds that I can turn into words for him.

Designate a speech area.

This is still a work in progress for us, but I think it's a fantastic idea. We work on Camden's speech every day at home, and most of the time it's in the context of play that I mentioned in my last post. However, now that we're given "homework" after each speech session, I do have some speech tasks to complete with Camden that require a little more concentration. Camden's SLP suggested that I designate an area of my home for speech, so that Camden knows that when we go to that area, it's speech time. It can be as simple as sitting at the kitchen table. We have a kid-sized desk and chairs that I am considering designating our "speech area".

Use every day tasks as learning opportunities.

Almost any daily task can become a lesson in speech without your child even realizing it. For example, Camden loves to turn the light switches on and off. That was something I used to let him do silently, without giving it any thought at all. Now, when I'm holding him and he reaches to turn the light on, I ask him to tell me "on" (and any attempt or approximation is all I'm looking for). Same with turning the water on and off at bath time, or when Camden asks for bubbles to be added to his bath ("You need bubbles? Tell me how you say bubbles!"). Don't expect your child to say the word perfectly; at first, the attempt might not even resemble the word and that's okay. All you're looking for is an attempt. And if your child isn't verbal yet, ask for the sign.

Get your spouse on board.

I'm a stay-at-home mom, so of course I'm the one taking Camden to speech each week and I'm the one who's working with him at home during the day. But Matt knows exactly what's going on with Camden's speech each week. I almost always call him on the way home from a therapy session to fill him in on what's new. I also brief him on our "homework" for the week so he knows what to work on with Camden too. And, on several occasions, when Camden has learned a new word, I've called Matt at work saying, "Listen to this!" Sometimes having Daddy work on speech with him is just the novelty Camden needs to stay motivated.

Pull the vowel.

If your child is non-verbal and you don't even know where to begin to get him to attempt a word, pull the vowel out of the word and try to get him to imitate that. Vowels are often easier for kids to say than many of the consonant sounds. That's why, when we play the Mr. Potato Head game that I mentioned in my last post, "nose" is "ohh" and "ears" are "eee" in Camden's language. "Car" becomes "ah", "juice" becomes "oooo", etc. Camden didn't automatically choose these approximations for these words; they were taught to him by his SLP and me. It was rewarding for him to realize that he did know how to say many of these words (or approximate them anyway) after all.

Follow the three P's: patience, praise, and persistence.

I don't struggle with having patience with Camden-- I have an infinite amount of that most of the time. But I do struggle with learning to accept the fact that speech therapy is a relatively slow moving process. It's not like you can throw your non-verbal child in a 2 week intensive program and expect them to be talking in sentences at the end. That's not exactly the way things work in the speech therapy world. Progress is inevitable if you have the right SLP but it often comes in baby steps and you have to learn to appreciate those. After all, those baby steps eventually combine to make some big grown-up strides.

Praise your kiddo often. They're working hard, and of course they're going to get frustrated sometimes. That's why it's important to go overboard on the praise whenever they try-- regardless of if their attempt is "right" or "wrong" in your book. If you ask your child to say, "bubble", and you get a "ba"-- clap, cheer, give a big hug and let your child know just how smart they are.

And, finally, persistence. Keeping up with speech therapy at home isn't always an easy task. There are many nights when I think it sure would be more restful to just turn on an episode of Mickey Mouse for Camden instead of pushing cars around the floor while say "vrooom" repeatedly. But I always choose cars (or blocks, or whatever)-- even if just for 5 minutes. Because getting even a few minutes of speech in a day is infinitely better than not practicing at all. And if you're not seeing much progress? Keep right on playing. Your child is listening, even if he or she isn't ready to respond quite yet.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

We braved the rain for candy.

Like many of you, we had a rainy and cold Halloween here in North Carolina. About an hour before it was time to hit the streets, the rain was pouring and the thermostat on our back door read 49 degrees. Not exactly ideal conditions for roaming the neighborhood, but we made the most of it.

I had prepped Camden about what to expect for the past few days, but I wasn't entirely sure what he absorbed beyond "dressing like a doggy", "candy", "outside", and "friends". Due to his slow-to-warm-up temperament, I had fully prepared myself to be Camden's candy collector myself; I had my doubts that he'd willingly approach strangers' doors and take candy from them. I was pleasantly surprised that my assumptions were wrong-- Camden trick-or-treated like an old pro. Like his mama, there's not much he wouldn't do for some chocolate.

Ready to see what this trick-or-treating stuff is all about.

First, I've gotta humor my parents with the obligatory photo shoot...




Camden was keeping a suspicious eye on the kids approaching in costume.


We met up with Camden's BFF/cousin, Will, who was dressed as a dinsosaur? Or dragon? Either way, they shared a quick kiss before hitting the streets.


Again, surprising me with his lack of stranger anxiety, Camden tried to sneak into this man's house.

Nan came out for trick-or-treating too.

They walked hand in hand for a long while. Adorable. PS- See Camden's gloves? I talked him into wearing those by telling him they were socks for his hands. This morning, he woke up, took his socks off his feet, and stuck them right on his hands.

Post trick-or-treating: Camden eating a lollipop while also signing to me that he'd like to go back outside. He'd like trick-or-treating to be a nightly event. I'm not so sure how our neighbors would feel about that.

Overall? It was a fun and successful Halloween. Although, I won't complain if it's just a tiny bit warmer and drier next year.