PDD-WTF!?

Yes, I Would Like A Biscuit, Thanks.

Once again I had the urge to delete this blog, but I powered through and here I am. We had a particularly challenging weekend with Carter, and that made me really, really sad. And, as I was cleaning up heaps and heaps of junkmail and crap in our kitchen, I came across FIVE (yes, FIVE) "incident reports" from the last 2 weeks, drafted by a variety of teachers at his daycare. So I wallowed in the muck for awhile, and entertained the idea of giving up this blog/my mom card/my life in general for about 10 minutes, then picked myself up and moved on.

Late Sunday evening, Carter and I had a really fun talk during his bath about Baby Einstein videos, and how he used to watch them constantly when he was about 2.

"You mean, when I was a little guy?"

"Yes, baby, when you were just a little guy WHO POOPED IN HIS PANTS!"

"Ewww! That's sick!" He screamed, and looked up at me with his huge, beautiful eyes, dying to hear more.

I love it when he looks at me. I crave the eye contact from him, and when I get it, if even for a moment, my heart explodes.

After bath, we had him practice how to handle his emotions when he is frustrated at school. I played the teacher, he played Carter, and Brooks played Random Grabby Kid #4. Sometimes we alternated. Every scene ended with a handshake and a promise, "Friends again?!" It was a blast. Carter insisted on playing it about 20 times, and I hope it was good practice for him. I called at lunch and there was no news to report at that time, so that's good. The Dudes should be strolling in soon, so we'll see what happened during the second half of the day.  I HOPE he had a good day today.

But if he didn't, we'll keep at it.

Spill It

First Things First:

My Garrett and I are currently down for the count and could easily pass for bright green goo faucets, if there were such things.

I am not pregnant, at all, and I am more than okay with that.

I finished my teaching training, have decided on a different graduate school, and just started a new position at my job. And no, I HAVE NOT TAKEN ON TOO MUCH HELP ME PLEASE THE PRESSURE.

And Now:

Remember this post? About Carter's diagnosis? The one I think he is growing out of? Well here's a kick in the pants if I ever saw one: I may have to back off on the assertion that he is growing out of PDD-NOS. See? This is fun! As per my tagline!

In the last several weeks, my boy has seriously regressed and has started:

• Stimming/scripting hard-core
• Begun obsessing over some of his toys, beyond normal limits
• Has punched/hit/kicked/bitten several teachers/kids/people

I am so bummed. That's what is so hard about PDD-NOS. Lots and lots of ups and downs. We were really on an upswing for awhile, so the fall is so much harder. Part of what is happening is that there has been little structure at his daycare over the summer, and he has been with a few teachers who just don't have the patience (or education, frankly) to be able to help Carter get through his struggles throughout the day.

Thankfully, the director is totally in Carter's corner, and is really supportive of the suggestions and criticisms that we so kindly force offer when shit goes down over there. We are super model parents. Anyway, she even called him gifted today, which is the first time I have heard anyone from that school use that word. (He is gifted, despite his challenges. Giftedness vs. PPD-NOS will be another post for another day.)

I am so curious to see if his daycare life gets better once the summer is over and he is put in his "regular" classroom with more structure. He likes structure. He needs structure.

In Conclusion:

I think I am pretty much falling in love with my blog. The honeymoon stage is over, and I still want more. I am taking the bumps and quirks and THE INCESSANT TEETH SCRAPING and embracing it all. We're in this for the long haul, I think.

Juuuust A Bit Outside

Of course as soon as I called my endocrinologist thinking this was my Japanese Monster Disease* f-ing with my body and got all freaky with worry about my missing buddy, she just decides to saunter in at the precise moment I was preparing to get down with my husband. The balls!

My computer has a virus so I'm typing this on my phone. I sm not that feast if a texted/Tyler so tuis is going to have to be short. (See? This is mostly why I have been MIA) I have A Lot to say about A Lot Of Things, and I am hoping to publish something semi-lengthy tomorrow night, once my computer is safely returned to my hot little hands.

Please, do join me then.

*AKA Hashimoto's Thyroiditis, if you prefer the technical name. Which I do not.