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Music Therapy

Aidan is in music therapy - and loves every minute of it (as do I). It truly is the best part of our week. Our therapist, Johanne, is beyond amazing. She delights in the kids - and you can see by the joy on her face and in her music, that she loves her job. (I haven't put a picture of her here because I haven't asked for permission yet).

The photo below shows Aidan waiting for his session to begin. Usually there is another little boy eating his lunch after his session, and the two of them hug one another, and smile at each other. We get there early and wait, because I think the before and after can be just as important as the middle. I love how Aidan's face is lit up in this picture:

A typical session begins and ends with a hello/goodbye song. Then Aidan and another participant take turns making choices using photographs of the different instruments and activities.

Here's Aidan, choosing an instrument:

Johanne usually plays a song on the piano while he accompanies her on various instruments. Here he is playing the chimes:

and the drum:

and the keyboard:

Thank goodness for music therapy. Also thanks to our local Down Syndrome Society for assisting with the cost of this wonderful program!

What to say...

In an earlier post I pondered what to tell young children about Down syndrome; as a four-year old was wondering why Aidan cried like a baby when he was three. His mom asked me what I would prefer and I told her I really didn't know what the right thing to say was. I indicated to be straight forward and honest - not making a huge deal. That if she accepts Aidan the way he is, then her son likely will too.

I had Aidan at the pediatrician's last week, and found out our regular doctor is on a mat leave, so we had a Locum (?) from Calgary. After visiting with us for a bit Doctor C told me that her younger sister also has Down syndrome. Can you believe it? I took the opportunity to ask her what she would say to the mom who wondered about how to explain Down syndrome, and her answer was very wise:

"Keep it simple. When a child asks how a car works - all they usually need/want to hear is that the motor makes it go. You don't have to go into pistons and fuel and all the nitty gritty. Usually they're happy with a simple answer. So, Aidan acts younger because he has Down syndrome. He's learning things on his own time."

Thanks Doctor C for the helpful advice - I'll use that next time the question comes up.

BTW - Aidan picked that hat himself. :o)

Busy day...

Aidan and I have had a lot of appointments this week. He was to a pediatric opthamologist and now has a new prescription for glasses. He was great at the appointment, and so cute. After the drops were put in his eyes (which he did not like at all, and screamed and yelled and twisted and turned), he sat up and signed "all done!" The doctor chuckled. We went back to the waiting room while his eyes dilated enough.

We met a grandmother there who was waiting for her daughter and her granddaughter to finish. Aidan went and sat beside her and they read a book together. She was quite taken with Aidan, and he really liked her too. When we had to leave, he blew her a kiss. The rest of the appointment went fine. Dr. P. said he was a model patient!

Today he had a needle at our pediatrician's. Another lady in the waiting room fell in love with him. She said she had a friend who had Down syndrome when she was a kid, and that she found him to be so "pure."

I'm not sure if pure is the right word, but the fact that people are connecting with my little guy does my heart good.

How do I love Aidan, let me count the ways!

I love that Aidan has a belly laugh that I wish I could bottle up and save for a rainy day.

I love that Aidan is signing and trying to talk. He is making many more speech sounds, and trying really hard to copy what we are saying.

I love that Aidan will sit and look at a book with great concentration.

I love that Aidan and Charlie are pals.

I love that Aidan brings out the best in his big brothers.

I love that Aidan likes to hold part of the leash when we walk Charlie.

I love that he is walking more, and holding my hand.

I love when he hugs me back.

I love when he talks into his hand phone.

I love when he talks to himself in his crib when he wakes up.

I love Aidan and I am thankful that he's in our lives.

Take that, you bad, bad boogie!

We've all been sick - and while it was horrible, and we were tired, cranky, and sore from coughing so hard - there were a couple of good things to hold onto.

First, is James' lovely aunt who brought us soup, muffins, and Popsicles. She is so kind - and lives an hour up island from us. Her warm gesture means so much! Thanks Aunty!

Second is my friend Kathryn bringing us matzah ball soup, a baguette and a bottled smoothie. She's the nicest person on the planet, I swear. She also has three young children, works, runs her kids to after-school events, is in the middle of moving, and volunteers at the school - and makes soup for us. Wow.

Last is watching Aidan stomp over to the Kleenex box with wild determination, yank out a tissue, blow his nose and throw the used tissue on the floor with disgust, "take that you bad, bad boogie!"

Now I'm just very, very grateful that we're near the end of it...

Aidan's speaking in other languages again

I wish I could unlock what Aidan is saying. Clearly it's in a language I haven't mastered yet - because he understands himself perfectly! I can tell by the way he intersperses his chat with the heartiest of chuckles.

His talk today went something like this:

Kung Pao Poutine Blah Blah Chuckle Chuckle Yep Oi Guy Ding Chuckle Yep.



Perhaps he's listening to James while he orders out?

Oh well, someday it will all be crystal clear.

Two sickies, no make that three sickies...

Two boys and a dad are down in our house. Fevers, coughs, plugged noses. So far Aidan and I are okay (touch wood). Considering it was a sick day around her (for the boys...dad worked) we had not such a bad day. We did watch a lot of television though. Sesame Street for Aidan and then a couple of Christmas shows for the heck of it. The boys played a duet on the piano (Jolly old St Nicholas and Good King W)which is sounding better every day.

So, even when their down, their adorable. I love my boys, I really do.

Now, if it would just stop raining....

31 for 21: Still thinking...

Well, 31 for 21 is over - and I did not too badly, but definitely didn't post daily like I was supposed to. The process of advocating for/about Down syndrome was an interesting one. But I hardly skimmed the surface! On Halloween night we attended a party given by one of Liam's classmate's family. It was amazing. We took Aidan (as a little fireman) for a little while, then he went home to bed with Dad.

After he left I was chatting with another mom and she said that her son (4) was asking why Aidan was crying. Why he seemed more like a baby than a three-year-old. She wondered how she should talk about Aidan and Down syndrome with her son....my response was, "I really don't know." I honestly don't know.

And I don't think I'm alone. This seems to be a struggle for parents of children with Trisomy 21. How do we describe Down syndrome:

1. without being overly technical?
2. with respect to our child?
3. with honesty (yes he's different - difference isn't a bad thing though, right?)?
4. without making a big deal out of it?
5. to our own child once they're old enough to understand?

I'm on a bit of a mission to find answers to these questions. My inquiring mind wants to know: what are your thoughts on the best way to describe Down syndrome?




Incidentally, one mom in our local Down syndrome group said she talks to her son's class every year about Down syndrome, but now her son is adamant that he does not have Down syndrome. She's wondering what to do now.

Also, I asked Kieran how he would describe Down syndrome to a four-year old, and he didn't know either.

31 for 21 -Last Day: Aidan's Halloween Rhymes

This little video of Aidan doing a couple of Halloween rhymes was done with my webcam. So, the quality isn't great - but I still wanted to share it. The funny thing is that he loves to watch these little videos and participates way more...so, I will have to videotape him watching himself on video to get an even more animated Aidan.

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31 for 21 - Day 29: Happy Post....

The boys are looking forward to Halloween with great excitement. We had fun picking out pumpkins, scraping out pumpkins and carving pumpkins. We love Halloween, and I feel a little sad that the schools here can't/don't celebrate. They had a wear orange and black day, but it just doesn't seem the same. I know that it's important to be respectful of other cultures in our public schools, but at the same time, I miss the way we used to go all out when we were kids.

Charlie is a great, patient dog with Aidan, and I'm so glad. Now, I wish I could socialize Charlie with other dogs. That part of adopting an older dog is a little frustrating as we don't think he was socialized with other dogs at all.

Though Aidan finds it all very humorous.

On a different note, we are having a group of preschoolers/toddlers over to the house tomorrow for a Halloween storytime. I made haunted houses with a scroll of Halloween creatures that move through the door while we do a poem. I"m happy with how they turned out.

The poem, which Aidan LOVES goes like this:

Tip toe, tip toe, tip toe, tip toe.
Who's that knocking at my door.
Could it be a __________ (ghost, mummy, witch, monster, black cat, etc.)?
AHHHHH!
Run, run, run. Run, run, run.

I don't know the author of this little poem to give them credit. I heard it at Liam's old preschool. Ihave to catch Aidan doing this on video - his little scream is hilarious.

Take care everyone, and happy Halloween when the time comes!

31 for 21 - Skipped more - Day 25: The sadder side

I don't know, I've been trying to think up something positive to write about - but I keep thinking of a few of our sad realities. So, if you don't feel like a bit of a depressing read: Stop. Reading. Now.

Before I had Aidan, I had no idea about all of the health concerns that go along with having an extra little chromosome. I didn't know that roughly half of the babies with Down syndrome have a heart problem. I didn't know they were more susceptible to leukemia, thyroid problems, digestive problems, respiratory problems and vision and hearing issues. I wasn't in the loop. On the day he was born I was handed the book: Babies with Down syndrome: A New Parent's Guide, and read the checklist that scared the crap out of me.

Now I'm in the loop, and we have regular doctor's visits and many, many blood tests. Aidan's already been diagnosed with an underactive thyroid and takes medication to help with that. He has food sensitivity issues (milk and soy), glasses that he refuses to wear, and I've already mentioned the three holes in his heart that are now fixed (thank God for that).

What I just learned, from James last night, is that Aidan's life expectancy is currently at about 55 years. My heart sank. How can this be? James said, "but that's better than just 10 years ago, so we've got that to be thankful about."

Still, it felt like I was kicked in the stomach. I had pictured Aidan becoming a sweet old man.

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31 for 21 - Skipped a few - Day 23: Aidan Antics

Don't let this peaceful photo of a sleeping Aidan fool you, the times are getting busy with the littlest billy goat.

Two days ago, he was watching Elmo, so I was in the next room getting his lunch ready. I could hear him laughing, so I assumed he was enjoying the show. Unfortunately when I peaked around the corner it was to see that he'd discovered the fun in his diaper and had been doing his equivalent of body painting. "Straight into the bath with you little boy." My fault, totally my fault.

Yesterday we were expecting company for supper. Aidan was on the potty and I ran down to open the door, then said, "Aidan's on his own I have to get up there." When I got back to him, he was one very happy little boy, sitting on the bathroom floor surrounded by a whole roll of unrolled toilet paper. Shredding it and throwing it into the air like pieces of confetti. "Hooray!"

Alas, these are two of our anecdotes about Aidan's antics. Alliteration always awesome.

31 for 21 - Day 17: When Aidan's happy, he's really really happy

Aidan isn't always a happy little camper. He has his moments of terrible threeness just like the big boys did. For instance, he doesn't like to go back in his stroller once he's out. He fights, does backward bends, goes limp and boneless, and pushes off against my neck like he's about to embark in a swan dive. These moments are physically tough. My shoulder hasn't stopped hurting in months.

But thankfully, these tough moments are interspersed with moments of great joy. When Aidan's happy - he lights up a room. His giggle is infectious, and can make even a tough guy smile.

My favourite moment today was during Aidan's bath. He was so happy. We were singing, and I was pretending I was a snappy (and snazzy) crocodile. He couldn't stop giggling....I wanted to bottle up that gorgeous sound and save it for a rainy day.

31 for 21 - Day 15 3/4: Down syndrome NOT a punishment, not at all!

I just stopped by one of my favourite blogs - Big Blueberry Eyes. I'm sure you've heard of it if you're in the Down syndrome community. Michelle's is one of the very first blogs about having a child with Down syndrome that I came across three years ago. Her beautiful presentation of Kayla and her family made me certain that Aidan is going to have a good life. And that we are going to have a great life right alongside him.

Today Michelle wrote about someone's comments that are out there haunting the blogosphere. I've copied a portion of Michelle's post so you can get some of the context of my frame of mind this morning:

You'd think after 6 years I'd learn to grow some thick skin and not let things like what was said bother me, but this one just cut me to the core.

I've heard "suffers from Down syndrome" enough to become mostly immune to that ... although it does still irk me because Kayla is not 'suffering.'

But this one was something else, the commenter said: "...my belief that Down's is a cruel and unusual sentence to visit on a child."

Whoa!

Did I really just read that? Cruel and unusual?

Then there was this: "Far more Down's children live miserable, suffering lives than these individuals want you to believe. Viewing the lives of affected children, and simple education tells me that I could never force a child to endure what they would should they be born with Down's."http://mdbeau.blogspot.com/2009/10/cruel-and-unusual.html

After reading this, I have a very heavy heart. I know that it is just one voice in the conversation about Down syndrome...but I worry about who that voice belongs to. How much influence does that one voice have? What if a pregnant woman has been presented with a diagnosis that her unborn child will have Down syndrome? What if that pregnant woman does a little on-line research to learn more about having a child with Down syndrome? What if that opinion is the only one she reads before making a decision about her unborn child?

I'd like to end this post with a comment left by a former colleague of mine on a post I made a little while back. I worked mornings at a K-9 school with "Fergie," and I often took Aidan in for visits with the children and spoke openly about Down syndrome with them. This is the second year I've been away from that school (and that Province), but I'm glad to say the students have not forgotten Aidan. Here's Fergie's comment:

Hey Carol, this post struck a chord with me. I read The Memory Keeper's
Daughter this summer (on your recommendation) and then the other day in science class my kids and I were talking about genes and from there we started talking about different genetic disorders, down syndrome, you and your family and how people used to put people with down syndrome into homes. My kids were quite horrified with that idea. They all remembered Aidan and couldn't believe that
anyone would have ever done that. Hope your Thanksgiving is going well!

Okay, now my heart isn't quite that heavy. There's a whole classroom of middle school kids who are a little wiser for having met Aidan. Thank God for that.

31 for 21 - Day 14: Aidan is...paraphrasing what others have said

Aidan is light. There's a brightness around him - we're all drawn to him. (our family friend).

He's so cute, I just want to hug him up. (stranger in the grocery store)

Aidan is a chick magnet. A ladies man. (our family friend)

He's the best little brother in the whole universe. (his brothers)

Aidan brings the best out in people. (me)

31 for 21 - Day 13: Aidan Retro

They ought not to put a post-partumly depressed mother and her sick infant in a hospital room that overlooks the crematorium.

Those were dark days. The first month of Aidan's life we thought he was dying twice. In part because the doctors lead us to believe in the horrible possibility of his death. Over and above the three holes in Aidan's heart, we were told that he had possible liver failure (he had jaundice). Another time he had blood in his stool and they felt it must be necrotizing entero colitis (sp?) (he had a dairy sensitivity).

We didn't know that our doctors were thinking worst-case scenario and working backwards from there. James and I were frightened, felt helpless, defeated, and walked a fine line of mourning. It was hell. I've never felt more vulnerable.

The crematorium really was there below our hospital room window. And at night hookers and homeless people would walk by slowly. I had to think what I would do if Aidan died. How I would tell Kieran and Liam. How we would live afterwards. It was an incredibly sad time, and it took me months to recover.

There was one thing that helped me: after being in the emergency room for 5 hours, and realizing that they were waiting for a room for us, I closed my eyes and imagined my grandmothers and my dad standing behind me. Placing their hands on my shoulders. I should mention, that at this point in time my grandmothers and dad had passed on, and so it was quite a ghostly feeling, but warm too. It gave me the strength I needed to keep going.

How selfish of me. Here I am talking all about how I felt, when it was Aidan on the front line. He did very well considering how many blood tests he had and Intravenous pokes and x-rays. He was a trooper and came through everything with a determination that astounded all of us. Thank God for that.

31 for 21 - Day 12: The Aidanator

For some time now, I've called Aidan, "the Aidanator" - or at least I've done so in my head. He barges into life with confidence and steadfast optimism....sometimes I wish I had some of his determination. Here he is balancing on washed-up logs at the beach:
If he wasn't doing this, he was trying to dive into the frigid water. He keeps us on our toes.

I threw this photo in because I thought he looked heroic...I just wish Charlie wasn't licking his own nose:

31 for 21 - Day 11: Yay, he did it again...

Yes, another potty post. Sorry (well, not really - I am so proud).

Today Aidan sat on the potty and pooped. He seems to quite like the potty. We put a sticker on last time which was a Bob the Builder dump truck (no pun intended :o)
Today, when I took the stickers out, he knew what to do, and helped to put the cement mixer on. Aidan clapped wildly for himself - and was fascinated as we flushed it all away.

I hope I can keep up with the routine of taking him...I really feel pressure now (for myself, not him) to keep things as positive as possible with the potty.

31 for 21- Day 10: Walking around the lake

We went for a walk in the woods today. Around a lake and back again. Happy to spend Thanksgiving in the crisp Fall air. Life is good.

If only we got our middlest billy goat to come with us - but he wanted to stay home close to the turkey. My oldest billy goat did a great job of keeping up with us, and seemed to really enjoy being out with us without having to compete with Liam for attention. It's at moments like this that I realize how important one-on-one time is for our kids.

This was Aidan at the half-way point. So peaceful. I'm not sure if you can see in this picture, but he sleeps with his eyes open a little bit.

This was one of those days when I didn't really think about Down syndrome. It wasn't an issue. All the family that came for supper know Aidan. And love Aidan. We've had conversations about Down syndrome, but I think we've moved past a need to talk about it. Everybody notices how he's developing, but there's no pressure. Aidan is developing at his own pace, we're here to help him develop in the best way possible. So, today wasn't about Down syndroem, (though you might argue that I'm talking about it now), it was about being together as a family and being grateful.

Some days are like that.

31 for 21 - Day 9: Other way around

When Aidan first came into our lives, a few people said, "God gives these kids to special families." I didn't contradict them, but I think they had it backwards - and I know I've said it before: we're the lucky ones. We benefit every day from having Aidan in our family. I would not give him up. Ever. Thankfully we live in an era where keeping our child seems to be the norm.


Aidan after his heart was fixed.

But norms change. And I really fear that mothers are persuaded a little too much to have testing done, and are encouraged a little too often to think that there is something wrong with their child...before they're even born. Sometimes they're persuaded to terminate the pregnancy in the early stages - and I feel so sad for the doctors who think this is best. They obviously don't know anyone with Down syndrome. They haven't had that bond...yet.

31 for 21- Day 8: potty

Today Aidan went on the potty - 2 pees and 1 poo. Isn't that extraordinary? He was so proud - he laughed himself silly!

31 for 21 - Day 7:

Aidan has not been feeling well for two weeks now - he's dripping from the nose, he's coughing a bad-sounding cough, and he's chewing on his sleeves.

When he gets a cold I worry. We've been to emergency a few too many times with croup, and something inside of me tightens whenever his cough worsens. His passageways are smaller since he has Down syndrome, and croup just seems to love him.

So far we've stayed out of emergency. Today he was a little happier, so I'm hopeful that he's on the mend.

31 for 21 - Day 6: Company

Today my in-laws arrived. Aidan was so thrilled to have his Dido back, he pushed me away when I tried to take him upstairs for a nap...but, he let Dido take him. Stinker.

31 for 21 - Day 5: kindness of others

When Aidan was born, we lived in Winnipeg with no family close by. Our neighbours were great and automatically stepped up with offers to help.

One neighbour in particular holds a special place in all of our hearts. Her name is Sandra, and she was beyond amazing and wonderful to Aidan. When Sandra heard of Aidan's heart condition she offered to come and sit with him while I walked the boys to and from school. Kieran was in morning kindergarten, and Liam was in afternoon nursery school. In the dead of winter, Sandra would bundle up and come over so that I wouldn't have to take Aidan out in the cold. She always smiled. She would call out, "where's my little boyfriend?" She delighted in holding him in the rocking chair. She did this four times a day whenever she could. When Sandra would have to be away for work, she always gave me advance notice. On those days, Aidan would be under my jacket in a snuggly. He was so tiny!

My favourite memory was when Liam showed up with just a Darth Vader mask on, and nothing else. He stood there starkers and she just laughed.

Sandra was magnificent to us - a truly good and genuine person with a great passion for life.

While we have awesome neighbours in our new Province, we dearly miss Sandra and her wonderful laugh. Everyone should experience a neighbour like Sandra - at least once in a lifetime!

31 for 21 - Day 4: Blue pajamas

This morning Aidan is wearing his fuzzy blue pajamas.
My heart melts.
Love spills into the room all around me.

31 for 21 - Day 3: Advocate This...

In my humble opinion the best advocacy I can do for my son and people with Down syndrome is take Aidan out in the community with me. Little old ladies stop to chat with us in the grocery store. We meet other families who have children with Down syndrome in parking lots and we exchange quick nuggets of information. We play with other children at the playground. We volunteer in the school so that the teachers, students and support staff, parents all get to know Aidan.


He's a magnet. Other people, young and old seem to be drawn to him. I have never experienced a negative moment when we're out and about.


Aidan waves to people. Laughs. High fives. Claps. Talks on his hand phone. Plays ring-around-the-rosie. And basically charms everyone he meets.


I don't have to stand behind a podium to advocate for Aidan, though the day may come when I'll want to. For now, the best thing we can do is be out there for the simple joy of it.

31 for 21 - day 2: Life is full

Life with Aidan is full. Full of joy, full of appointments, full of explanations, full of love, full of chromosomes (well, just one extra one really).

Today we took him to the walk-in clinic to have his chest listened to. When he gets a cold, it goes straight to his chest, and he barks. He's been to emergency on a number of occasions for croup and x-rays - though it's never developed into pneumonia (thank goodness).

The good news is, Aidan has a virus - his ears are good, throat's good, chest sounds okay. We have to be on the watch of course in case it develops into something worse - but for the time being we just have to give him a little extra TLC.

Still, his cough sounds horrendous. Wish him luck for a speedy recovery!

I'm doing the 31 for 21 Challenge!

I've just learned about this 31 for 21 challenge to write daily for the month of October to raise awareness about Down syndrome. Why this month? Why now? Because, this is Down syndrome Awareness Month - so why not? I think it's a sign that I've actually come across this blogging event today on the first day - so I'm jumping in and rising to the challenge.

Now about our littlest billy goat. Aidan was born three years ago, and the fact that he has Down syndrome came as a complete surprise to us. Well, we were surprised, but we weren't. It's very hard to explain. James and I were aware that there was a higher chance of having a child with Down syndrome because of my age, so I think we both mentally prepared for it. Also, we chose not to have any testing done while I was pregnant other than the ultrasound. At that point we had a rather "whatever will be will be" outlook.

I have no regrets. None at all. I had a very good pregnancy. We all anticipated his arrival with great joy. We actually knew he was a boy from the ultrasound, and were calling him Aidan long before he joined us out of belly.

What I wasn't prepared for was his heart condition. I was not aware that there are so many other health complications, and I was quite floored by the news that he would need heart surgery. I cried my eyes out in the bathroom next to the Variety Heart Centre. I sat in the waiting room like a zombie. I felt like I was repeatedly kicked in the stomach. It was very, very hard.

This photo was taken when Aidan was almost a year old.

What helped? My big boys. They didn't see all of the complications when they saw Aidan. They saw their baby brother. They loved him up right from the beginning and it did my heart good.

What else helped? I went on-line. I searched for images of children with Down syndrome and came across a few group sites on Flickr. Going through images of children and their families made me have hope. Gradually I made connections and saw that other kids made it through with flying colours. Families survived the stress involved in watching their babies go into heart failure, and come out of the hospital pink and all fixed up.

What else helped? My family and friends. They were so amazing. They loved me even when I was strung out with anxiety.

What else helped? Respite services. I remember walking around the mall near our house...I was completely in my own head, but I needed that escape (even though I felt guilty at first). It was healthy to get away and come back happy to see my little guys.

This has been a rather long post - I'm excited about the 31 for 21 Challenge - but expect some brief entries to come.

Canadian Thanksgiving Coming soon!

Life is good . . .

except when it's not. But right now, it's good. No complaints - even when I wake up tired in the morning and need bunches of coffee to make me function.

The boys are soaring. Aidan is loving music therapy. I'm happy that we are meeting some other families who have children with Down syndrome. Kieran and Liam are adapting to their new classes splendidly. Piano lessons for the big boys seem to be going well, and Family Swim Lessons are a hoot. I got my assignment finished for this morning's 8:00 AM deadline, and James is wrapping things up on his Dissertation.

Life's good. :o) :0) :o)

How many blogs will be entitled "First Day" today?

Yes, it is the day we've all been waiting for. Morning went without a hitch. Packed kids up and dog and set off on our way. James took these pictures:





The school here does things differently than we've experienced in any of our other Provinces. The kids go to their old classroom (last years) for the week. They have a reunion with their teacher and classmates. Do activities. Then at the end of the week they are placed in their new class. This gives the teachers a chance to see how the dynamics are going to work out (there are two forms for each grade here). Also, it does wonders for first-week jitters (for the kids as well as the staff!) I really think it's an interesting way to do things, and as a teacher would love to see my old class that first week of school before sending them off to the next grade. (Pushing them out of the nest, so to speak.)

On another note, our snappy dog Charlie handled the morning hustle and bustle quite well. A lot of families take their dogs to the school during drop-off and pick-up, so I wasn't sure how he'd handle it. He tends to be agressive with other dogs at first - snaps, barks, snarls, growls. Not at all friendly like his lovely owners! But things are getting better I'm happy to say. We'll see how pick-up goes!

Have a great first week of school, Everyone!

A few thoughts on the day

Tomorrow is the first day of school, and I'm planning a run to the library with Aidan to get out some more books (and pay late fees); maybe I'll even make my way to a cafe for a quick coffee.



Aidan is starting Music Therapy tomorrow. I'm very excited for him as I really think he'll love it. I've heard it's a great way to bring all his other therapies together. . . hopefully that will be the case.

I've been trying to find piano lessons for the big boys, but no luck as of yet. We attended a demo class at Music for Young People - and it was a nice cheery place - but James teaches the day Kieran would be in class. The manager said I could leave Liam and Aidan in the play area (which is separated by a curtain) while I attend with Kier. So we tried doing that today. I'll bet you can imagine how that went. Two minutes in and Aidan marched through the curtains clapping and shouting "hooray!" He sat down on the mat next to Kieran and watched the instructor (for about 2 minutes). It was so cute, and I thought, "oh this isn't so bad." Then he was off to play again and I couldn't relax. I couldn't pay attention to Kieran or the instructor. My gut instinct was 'this is not fair to Kieran, Liam or Aidan.' My heart broke when I heard Aidan yelling and went to see Liam doing his best to give Aidan a horsey ride by bouncing him on his knee, "ride a horsey, ride a horsey." "AAAAhhhhh!" I wish I had that on tape.

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Three and Forty One

Three years ago today I was sitting in the Women's Hospital in Winnipeg. It was my birthday and I'd just given birth to my third son, Aidan. He was fresh and new and I loved him, and I worried over him, and I understood that our lives would change. I wrote everything in a notebook. Every doctor, social worker, nurse who's words mattered, I wrote them down. It helped a lot to feel I had some control - even if it was only in the formation of letters on a page.

I was hopeful. Something deep inside of me believed that this little guy was meant to be in our family - completely. I had great hope that he would help us to be a better family. Better people. Help me to be a better person. A better mother. While at the same time, knowing that I'm not better than my neighbour because my son has special needs - I only compare myself to my own self, and that is all.

Today, Aidan played with balloons and felt tremendous joy. He sat at the table and ripped up a pita into little crumbs and he listened to our conversation. He refused to eat cake. He refused to lick icing. He was excited to get two Elmo DVD's. He was happy to take Charlie for a walk. He sat on my knee while we blew out candles. He wore a play cowboy hat when we went to the park. He yelled at me when I tried to put him to bed for a nap. He pulled things off shelves at the pet store. He met an 11 year-old boy with Down syndrome, and stared sleepily at his parents. He dozed in the car on the way home.




Today, I turned 41. I got an Elmo cake; and I wouldn't have it any other way.