Trains, trains, & MORE trains

This summer my family had the pleasure of visiting the Crossville Model Railroad Club  in Crossville, TN.

 

We were traveling to Nashville and had heard about this incredible train display that was en route and KNEW we had to see it since there are TWO little train fanatics in our house (3 and 4.5 at the time).   It is in an outlet mall and is a whole storefront FULL of different size model train layouts.  Only problem was that we would be driving through on a THURSDAY afternoon, a time when they are usually not open.  I contacted a club member via e-mail about a week ahead of time and inquired about setting up a private train viewing.   His response was very kind, and he said normally they do not do private viewings for anyone but groups.  He continued on to say that they usually have some folks working on the displays almost every day, and if we wanted to stop by in the hopes that we caught someone there they would be more than glad to show us around.
 
*SIGH*.   After a LOT of careful thinking about what to say, here was my response:

Thank you for writing me back! Is there any possible way that, without inconveniencing anyone,  I can be sure that someone will be there that day? I have 2 sons with special needs and I would hate to set them up for disappointment. The reason we want to come see your exhibit is that a family member of mine who was there recently was VERY impressed and knew that my boys would be enthralled. For some reason children on the autism spectrum are overly fascinated by trains… especially Thomas. Our house is full of toy trains. I think it has to do in part with the rhythmic motion of the wheels.  It would mean SO much to them to see it, but I can’t change our travel plans to come there unless I know we can enter the exhibit. Travel with small children is hard enough, even more so with special needs. If it doesn’t work out I understand, but I thought I would check into the possibility.  Any help you could give me would be greatly appreciated.  Thank you so much for your time-

Well, without hesitation he responded that if I called him when I was about an hour away he would meet me there personally & show us around.

When we got there my 2 boys acted like they were walking into Disneyland (cue heavenly music)…

 
 

Especially when they saw THIS…

 

IT’S THOMAS!!!

And Percy! And James! And Harold!!!

The 2 children wearing the train shirts are mine. We edited out their faces for security, so unfortunately you miss out on seeing the look of utter & complete JOY on their little faces.  Believe me when I say they were THRILLED.  Every time a train rolled by they squealed, “HI, PERCY!”, or, “HI, JAMES!”, or, “HI, THOMAS!!!”  They stood at the Thomas table alone for more than 10 minutes~ a LOOONG time for kids with short attention spans.

Turns out our e-mail friend had filled some of the other club members in on our family’s situation.  There were several other individuals there when we arrived and they were ALL incredibly welcoming & kind & friendly & went out of their way to help us enjoy the exhibit and to make us feel comfortable.  I think they were also excited to have such passionate little train enthusiasts to appreciate their displays.  I was so incredibly overwhelmed by the effort they put into talking with us & showing us around.  Come to think of it, they are probably that way with everyone who walks in the door, but it still made me feel special.  Especially when the female member of the club asked me, “I don’t know a lot about Autism. Could you please help explain it to me?”  I could have hugged her.  For her to take the time to ask and try & become more educated showed a level of compassion that was deeply moving.  I LOVE it when people are so open and caring and say, “I don’t understand~ can you teach me?”  The alternative is far worse- those who are made uncomfortable by that which they don’t understand so they say NOTHING & walk away. (See “Silence is not always golden”)       

My children spent a very long time exploring each and every detail of this glorious train land.  They were VERY sad to leave, especially since there was also a Thomas Wooden Railway train table to play with.  I think they could have stayed there forever.  A FABULOUS time was had by all. 

Thank you, THANK YOU, Crossville Model Railway Club, for giving my children such a treat… and for giving their Mom & Dad a special gift with your compassion and generosity.  There are good people in this world.  Just go to Crossville. 

Check out their website! Their hours are Fridays 12-4, Saturdays 10-5, and on Sundays from noon-3pm~ OR by appointment, if you say “pretty please”.  They’re awesome like that.

5 signs your family watches too much children’s television

 

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#5: Your husband refers to June on Little Einsteins as “the hot one”… and you know exactly who  he is talking about.

#4: Even after 7 years you still haven’t forgiven Steve for leaving Blue’s Clues, and you refer to his replacement, Joe, as “Cousin Oliver”.

#3: You come downstairs in the morning to find your husband watching The Wiggles… and your children are still in bed

#2: You have spent way too many minutes of your life worrying about whether or not Bob the Builder & Wendy are EVER going to finally get together

And finally, the #1  sign that your family watches too much children’s television:

Your 4-yr-old wants to be Thomas the Tank Engine for Halloween. Guess what he was last year? Thomas.  Guess what he was the year before that?  Thomas.  And if Big Brother is dressed as Thomas, guess what Little Brother will have to be?  That’s right, THOMAS.  Not Percy, not James, Thomas.  TWO tiny Thomas the Tank Engines, THREE years in a row.

 

(original list by My Platypus Life)

Anniversaries

Last week was the 1-year anniversary of my youngest son Percy’s diagnosis of Autism.  This year I spent that evening in a room at my church with six amazing women, leading a training session for volunteers who want to help with the children in our special needs support group.  What a positive way to spend the day! 

Last year it was not such a positive day.  I was looking back through the archives of my blog and remembering all the complicated emotions I felt back then- STILL feel.  We have had a lot of highs AND lows since then, but I am happy to report that Percy has made some wonderful progress.  His speech, especially the past month, has exploded.  A year ago he mostly only said “ball”.  Now he is talking in increasingly complex sentences!  One of his new phrases is “I Love you”, unprompted.  Oh it just killed us (in a good way) the first time he hugged his Daddy & me & told us that.  What an INCREDIBLE feeling.  He has also started to like to cuddle (when we can get him to hold still).  THANK YOU, God.  It used to break my heart when he wouldn’t let me rock him.  But he has now started to realize that it feels nice… although if he had a choice he would rather cuddle DADDY.  That deserves its own paragraph.

I am a stay-at-home mom &  some days I find being around two emotionally-charged (we call it “not boring”) children utterly exhausting.  I am pretty sensitive myself.  Sometimes at the end of the day when Mapman gets home I am DONE, and he takes over.  He is Mr. Mom a lot of nights, and even takes care of bathtime more often that not (I LOVE that man).  I think Percy may have started to think that I am the babysitter and Mapman is the Mommy.  He now prefers his Dad.  If Daddy is around and I go to push Percy’s stroller he cries, “No, no! That’s Daddy’s!”, or if I try to unbuckle him from the car seat, it’s “No, Daddy can try it!”  Funny use of words, but painful.  I sometimes wonder what it is I have done to cause this.  Maybe it’s because I spend a lot of my day trying to keep up with the mess the kids make in the house.  I do play with my kids, but admit I probably don’t do it as much as I should (show of hands, anyone else feel this way?).  Another part of it, I am sure, is that because of Percy’s Autism he prefers routine.  We joke that he has “imprinted” on his Dad.  I don’t always feel like laughing, though.  I want to be FIRST, I want him to want Mommy most, but sometimes I am just too tired to BE Mommy.  I HATE this.  Actually, that is an understatement.  Few things in life cause me as much pain and guilt as this. 

Okay, enough.  Back to the positive.  Percy is 3 and almost 4 months and is finally almost done potty-training.  ALMOST.  We can’t get him to even TRY to poop on the potty, he asks for a diaper when he feels the urge.  Any advice on how to help that along?  He REFUSES to sit down & even try.  Also, sometimes I have a hard time getting him to wear underwear because that is change, and in the world of Autism change is BAD.   Some days it really upsets him.  All he has ever known is a diaper.  When I DO get him to wear underwear he doesn’t like it if the front is plain & the characters are only on the rear, so he wants to wear them backwards, saying ”NO! Goes right DERE!”  Whatever, not a big deal, looks pretty cute, actually.  Doesn’t change the fact that I am SO proud of my big boy.  I know that potty training can be REALLY difficult for children with Autism Spectrum Disorders.

Stories from friends

It is so wonderful to know that we are not alone on this journey.  It helps so much to hear stories from friends and share in their struggles and victories.  Sometimes, though, they recount experiences that I find so painful, so frustrating, that I wish I could just swoop in and take all their troubles away.  These are two such stories, from two of my in-real-life friends.  I share with their permission, and will let their stories speak for themselves (in italics).  The first is from a mother whose daughter has been diagnosed with an Autism Spectrum Disorder.

Have you every physically felt your heart break?  I did last weekend…

The School Dance

Normally a school dance is a good thing, right?  Well, not unless you don’t have a date… or you have to fight for your right to even GO to the dance.  Enough talking in metaphor~ I have heard parents refer to the special education school placement process and the subsequent fighting as a “silly little dance”.  Well, I am happy to say it appears that my Percy already has his date for the Fall dance!  And it wasn’t the fight I was expecting.

My almost 3-year-old Percy has an Autism Spectrum Disorder and is getting school services through our local government.  He is currently in the trial  run of a program in its very first year, where a few 2-year-old children with developmental delays are placed in a typical classroom setting with typical children (if there is such a thing as a “typical” child).  The catch was that when the Special Education Preschool administrators (hereinafter referred to as “School”) were establishing this program they needed to find an existing setting in which to place the kids with DDs.  Amazingly, the YMCA offered THREE spaces in their 2-year-old preschool class.  Basically, they are DONATING free space in the preschool as a community service.  The School’s kids then get to go to the preschool setting & have positive peer models, and both the YMCA teachers AND a Special Education teacher are present!  A Speech Therapist and an Occupational Therapist also assist part of the time.   What a great teacher/student ratio!

Hello! It’s clearly marked RESERVED parking!

I recently obtained a Disabled Parking Placard to use when I am carting my son Percy around town alone.  It has already been a HUGE help.  I only wish I had know about it sooner!

Sometimes parking lots can be a NIGHTMARE when you have a child on the Autism Spectrum.  Percy likes to RUN AWAY.  This is because he, like many other children with an ASD, does not have an appropriate sense of danger, or  fear of being separated from his parents.  He often doesn’t respond well to verbal cues either, and keeps running when I see a Humvee bearing down on him and am frantically screaming “STOOOPPP!”  We have had lots of  heart-stopping moments.     

Then there is the whole meltdown issue.  Many a time at Preschool pickup I have wondered how on earth I am going to get my TWO boys all the way to the back of the parking lot.  I already have a tired & crabby Thomas & hands full of bags.  If you add a flailing-screaming-kicking Percy to that, it’s all over.  Carrying a child all the way across the parking lot in the midst of a meltdown is incredibly difficult (understatement).  Sometimes, when faced with a meltdown, I have simply had to sit in the Preschool lobby and wait it out, exhausted and helpless.  This can take a while. 

Pity Party

          

Put on your festive hat and pull out the confetti, ’cause we’re havin’ a pity party up in here!  Oh my WORD, Internets, I am needing some love.  My week STUNK!  LITERALLY!!!!!!

It all started with a fateful call to my SIL over a week ago, “Yeah, even though there is a lot of drama in my extended family right now… we are doing pretty good in my house.  I am on top of everything, and able to handle stress better than I used to.”  JINX!

I am happy to report that for the past 2 months Percy had been going through a pretty easygoing period.  I had just recently started to relax out of my manic “survival mode”… you know, the one where I am the Energizer Bunny & keep going going going.  But in that mode I got SO MUCH DONE!!!!  Problem is there is no middle ground for me, so after that I kind of stalled.  BIG mistake.  I got behind on housework and paperwork last week.  This has really come back to haunt me this week.

Things started getting complicated last Saturday when Percy turned back into his alter-ego, Bizzarro Percy  (I don’t mean that disrespectfully.  I am alluding to comic books… Superman and his alter-ego Bizzarro Superman).  At Music Class, which he LOVES, he had his worst episode EVER and it made me so sad & scared.  It hasn’t gotten much better from there.  He had been like this for about 2 months in Oct/Nov (which prompted me to go on anti-depressants), and then had those 2 good months.  So I guess I am in for 2 rough months again.  He is back to EXCESSIVE tantruming, hitting, biting, rigidity, destructiveness.  It in itself is exhausting.  

And of course Thomas was sick last Sunday, and then Thursday BOTH kids got sick.  Not only is that time-consuming and exhausting and you worry for your kids but it also ruins social plans.  And you know what, when you have kids with special needs you really NEED social activities.  No church last week OR this week, we had to cancel fun plans for last night AND tonight, AND it is 60 degrees outside and sunny and I am stuck inside with poop and puke!  POUT!!!!!!!

YES, that’s right, the vomit monster is back AGAIN!  Oh how I wish it was a 24-hour thing, but NO, it’s Rotavirus.  First Percy… in the church hall, then the church bathroom, then the car, then the bathtub, then the bed.  Oh, by the way, when Percy threw up in the church bathroom I called for help and the male youth minister came in to assist.  You should have seen the funny looks he got when he came out.  That is how rumors get started .  Seriously though, he is an awesome man, a real servant.  And then Percy threw up in the car on the way to the Pharmacy and I couldn’t do anything about it.  I rolled down the window to let the Pharmacist (who is my Buddy) see a dripping Percy, and he said, “Niiiiice!”

And now the Monster has moved on to dear Thomas.  At 1am this morning… and 1:30am… and 2am… and 4am.  Thank goodness for hardwood floors and my Shark Steam Mop.  Oh, and plastic gloves.  I had wanted to mop Thomas’s floor, but not at 2am!  Go, go Gadget Steam Mop!  To make things worse Percy has now graduated to the leaky and STINKY diarrhea while Thomas is puking so I have MASS QUANTITIES of laundry.  I hate messes. I am a germophobe.  I don’t think I will ever feel clean again. 

So anyway, the point is, I was already feeling sorry for myself  because my youngest kept trying to bite me and my house was a mess and I felt overwhelmed and my Christmas tree was still up and now I have EVEN MORE to deal with.  Such is life.  LOL, I guess I should be cleaning instead of blogging, huh?  But this is making me feel better.  But I am going to log off now and keep on dealing with my life and its drama.  Like Dory in Finding Nemo, I will “just keep swimming, just keep swimming, just keep swimming, swimming, swimming. What can we do? We swim, swim…”

Baby needs a new pair of shoes!

Okay Internets, I need your help.  My 2.5-year-old Percy, who has an Autism Spectrum Disorder, has outgrown his shoes.  His FAVORITE shoes.  The ONLY shoes he will let us place on his feet.  And I CAN’T find any more ANYWHERE!

The shoes of which I write were purchased at ToysRUs.  Until recently they were not only a toy store but also a Kids’RUs and sold older childrens’ clothing.  I had great luck with finding clothes and ESPECIALLY shoes there.  They had these great canvas velcro shoes by Koala Kids that looked adorable, held up great, and were even okay for places like church.  I would buy one pair for play & one for, well, NOT play.  And the price was AWESOME… under $10, and sometimes on sale for $5.  I have been buying those shoes for YEARS and both Thomas and Percy have had them in several sizes.  It’s no wonder Percy thinks that THEY are what shoes are supposed to be!  But alas, ToysRUs has since stopped selling all but BABY clothing items.  When I found out I was officially bummed.  Now that this problem has begun I am beyond bummed, I am DISTRAUGHT!  WE NEED THOSE SHOES!

I tried to google them and could not find anyone who carried these specific Koala Kids shoes.  I looked up Koala Kids and even Koala Baby and couldn’t even find a website for the company.  I called the 800 number for ToysRUs to see if they possibly still carried them online, no luck.  They didn’t even know how to put me in touch with the Koala people.  The operator suggested I try KoalaKids.com, but that was also a dead-end.  I looked at similar types of shoes online, even Keds, but none were close enough to the Beloved.  Plus they were all around $30!!!!  So sorry, I am not spending THIRTY BUCKS on shoes for my rapidly growing preschooler!

Some of you who are unfamiliar with Autism may at this point be saying to yourself, “Just MAKE him wear the new shoes.  He has to learn how to adapt and do what he is told.”  I wish it were that easy.  One of the characteristics of Autism is rigid behavior and EXTREME resistance to change.  The Autism Symptoms Checklist  states that “Children with Autism tend to prefer established behavior patterns and a set environment.”  And my Percy wants his shoes!

Stuff I hate

Hate is such a strong word, isn’t it?  I wish I could say “dislike”… but there it is, that ugly word.  HATE.  I hate some of the things that Autism has brought into our lives.  Sometimes I just get SO mad!  So over it.  I accept that fact that my son is on the Autism Spectrum.  I celebrate his uniqueness, try to respect his sensory boundaries while pushing him to try new things.  BUT I also get REALLY frustrated sometimes at it all, battle the way Autism disrupts our lives, and I really hate some stuff. 

I hate that we can’t go out to eat at a restaurant as a family.  I hate that I can’t take my boys to the circus.  I hate that I can’t be spontaneous.  I hate that our social opportunities are so limited.   I hate knowing that people are staring at my son & wondering why he seems different.  I hate the feelings of isolation my husband & I get because other parents can’t understand what we are going through.   I hate that our situation makes it harder for my husband and me to spend time together. 

I hate it when people dismiss our struggles because “it could be worse”, or assume it can’t be that bad because Percy is learning how to talk.  I hate it when I tell people that my son has an Autism Spectrum Disorder and they get uncomfortable and change the subject. 

I hate poop painting… and the fact that after I wrote the first draft of this I found my son trying to wedge a nugget of poop into his ear.   I hate meltdowns.  I hate that my son will not eat a grape but he will eat a freaking Lincoln Log.  I HATE worrying about his nutrition all the time because he is such a picky eater!  I hate ALL this worrying.   

History in the making

You have to admit, no matter what your political views, that tomorrow is a REALLY BIG DAY for the United States of America.  The inauguration of the first African-American President.  The air is crackling with excitement.  You can see sparks of it everywhere.

My family had traveled to visit MapMan’s Pittsburgh-born parents (who have since relocated South).  We wanted to be together to watch the Steelers secure their ticket to the Super Bowl… more on that in another post- WOOHOO!!!!!  On the way home we were traveling North-bound on the highway and passed loads of military & police vehicles headed to the inauguration.  There was a full convoy of military vehicles, all of the soldiers dressed in camouflage.  There was also a group of 8 police officers driving motorcycles and traveling in parade formation.  They were already honoring the new President en-route, never breaking formality until they pulled up to a rest stop and heard the order “DIS-MOUNT!”  It was very impressive, very exciting.  Everyone at the rest stop was marveling at them. 

Thomas and I walked over to the line of motorcycles and the officers were VERY friendly.  One was even a WOMAN!  You GO, girl!  They confirmed that they were headed to the Inauguration, and I commented on the poor biking conditions.  “NAH!” the female officer remarked, “This is a walk in the park on a spring day for us!”

As we headed into the restroom I was trying to teach Thomas a little about our country and the significance of tomorrow.  Finally Thomas asked, “When are we gonna see that guy?” 

“Tomorrow,” I replied.

“TOMORROW!?”  Thomas wailed. 

I was very confused as to why he was so upset.  “What’s wrong?” I asked him.

“I want him to give us our present NOW!  A present for our United States puzzle!”

“Oh, sweetie, not PRESENT… President.  And the puzzle we have at home shows the place where we live, the United States.  Barack Obama will be the next President of the United States.  Not a present of a United States puzzle.” 

I could hear someone giggling behind us, and an elderly African-American lady emerged.  She was beaming and her eyes were twinkling, obviously tickled by our conversation.  We chatted about Thomas’s age and the motorcycles outside.  “This is an exciting time!”  she told us, and was obviously pleased that I had been teaching my child about it. 

Her excitement was contagious.  It made me happy to see her looking so, well, THRILLED.  It IS a thrilling time.  It transcends party lines.  It is HISTORY and it is EXCITING.  The first African-American President.  I pray that this can help create some healing and promote a greater sense of unity in our country.  I also love the juxtaposition of Martin Luther King Day being celebrated just 1 day prior.  How fitting.  How deeply moving. 

When we got home I showed Thomas some pictures on the computer to further explain the Presidents and a little bit about our country.  I found out that Thomas had hoped ”that guy” was going to give us some new pieces to go with our floor puzzle of the United States.  I told him that until something changes we will have to stick to 50 (for the 50 states, I know a lot of you are not American). 

Later that night in the bathtub I heard him telling Percy about “O-barack Obama, our new President tomorrow.”

“BARACK,” my husband corrected him.

“NO, not THAT, silly!”  Thomas laughed, “It’s O-barack!”

 I guess I have a little more to teach him.

 

Postscript- 1/20/2009:   So much for racial healing.  I just heard the prayer by The Rev. Dr. Joseph E. Lowery… “that yellow will be mellow, red will get ahead, and white will embrace what is right“.    Did he really need to go there during the Inauguration Ceremony?  I just felt all of the excitement sucked right out of me and I feel sick to my stomach.