More about Christmas

We gauge the success of Christmas by whether Kimmie actually plays with her new toys. Often when she receives new toys she will poke at them for a minute or two and then never touch them again. (Except to dump them into a heap on the floor, just cause everything has to be on the floor.) This Christmas was a success. She is still playing with many of her new gifts.

Four days after Christmas and we are still watching Danny Phantom DVDs. She is still wallowing with her new Pooh fleece blanket. She is still playing with her black genie lamp. She has played with her new Geomag sticks that are a new color, neon pink and orange. She continues to look at her new books.

And her new Care Bears and panda bear have joined the others that get moved around the room. First they are tossed out of the basket and over her shoulder. Then they might be picked up and tossed on the sofa. Then she might climb onto the sofa and push them all onto the floor. Later she might pick them all up and load them in her "Santa bag" (see previous post), also known as her Pooh bag since it is a Pooh Bear pillowcase. Her "Santa bag" is usually carried to another location in the room and then dumped out.

Christmas, part one, was a success. We will see how part two goes when we have more Christmas on New Years Day.

--Mom

Christmas 2008

Kimmie had a good Christmas. So good, in fact, that when it came time for bed she was exhausted from the excitement and all she could do was cry. She was quite pitiful at bedtime, but cute, cute, cute in her new panda pajamas.

This morning she was up bright and early, laughing and ready to play more with her new toys and watch more of her new movies. Still cute in her new pajamas. We might even let her wear them all day.

--Mom

Kimmie's Excited

Kimmie is excited. Christmas is coming soon.

When Kimmie is excited her whole body trembles. It is like she is giggling from the inside out. There is usually not any sound, just a happy face full of anticipation and the quiver of her whole body. It reminds us of excited puppies.

Tonight at supper she signed, "Thursday, Grandma, Grandpa, open presents, 25." Then she signed "excited" and quivered all over. We asked her what's the name for the special day. She signed, "Thursday, Grandma, Grandpa, 25, Christmas."

Sometimes when there are not small children in the house any more, Christmas can lose some of it's excitement. Kimmie keeps the fun that comes with children and Christmas alive in our home.

Merry Christmas!

--Mom

Kimmie's Stocking

Kimmie's Christmas stocking has two or three gifts in it. A half dozen times now she has fished around in her stocking and pulled out one of the gifts. It is always the one wrapped in Pooh Bear Christmas paper.

This past Sunday I discovered her sitting on the couch holding it. She was sitting there watching TV and rocking back and forth. She seemed content just to hold the gift.

Patience and restraint have never been her strengths, so we are very surprised that she hasn't unwrapped this gift yet.

--Mom

Men

Kimmie has always been partial to men. I used to say that for Kimmie there was "Mommy" and "Men." When she was small she would not even go to Grandmothers or Aunts. My Mom figured out how to get some hugs out of Kimmie, bribe her with cookies!

I have a few theories about why Kimmie has always liked men.

Kimmie has always been sensitive to certain types of noises and the pitch of some noises. I think Kimmie prefers the lower voices of men, especially when she was a baby. We know that Kimmie's eardrum sits farther back in her ear than normal, so there are some concerns about how that has affected what she hears and how certain noises sound to her.

From the time Kimmie was born, she has always been around a lot of men. There was Dad and Grandpa and many friends. The church we went to at that time had a number of men who worked regularly in the nursery.

And, of course, she has always been able to get her way with the men. They don't know how to say "no" to Kimmie. When she was little she would hold up her hands and smile. That's all it took for them to scoop her up and carry her around. She would sit on their arm and look around smugly. Sunday after Sunday we would go to the church nursery and whatever man was in there would be carrying her around. Since she was always very small and stayed in the nursery longer than most, this went on for years. She still holds out her hands but for hugs.

I also think that men give Kimmie a sense of security, safety, and comfort. Their strength comforts her.

If you are female, just know that Kimmie has always preferred men.

--Mom

Losing Kimmie

We have been fortunate in that Kimmie usually stays pretty close to us. We have never had a problem with her wandering off or getting very far away in a public place. We have only lost track of her a couple times. Once in a large home improvements store when she spotted a piece of play equipment and went to play on it while we were distracted. She wasn't far away and we found her quickly.

Once, however, we did have a good scare while on vacation. We were staying in a condo along North Carolina's outer banks. It was a three bedroom condo to accommodate my parents and the five of us. Kimmie was 5, her brother 7 and her sister 2. Kimmie was sleeping on a mattress on the floor of our bedroom.

One night something woke me up and I got up to check on Kimmie. She was not in her bed. I started looking around for her, moving all the blankets, looking to see if she had rolled off her mattress and under the bed . . . Dad woke up and he started looking for her. We looked under and around every piece of furniture in the bedroom, in the living room/dining room and in the children's bedroom. We looked in the bathrooms, the bathtubs, the closets. We checked all the doors to make sure they were closed and locked. We looked behind curtains, in cupboards. In our minds we knew she had to be there someplace, but it was as if she had vanished completely. During the search, her two-year old sister had awakened and sat up in her bed watching us looking under the beds and in the closet. We each went through the rooms once, twice, three or four times. No Kimmie.

I knew that Dad was concerned when he started getting dressed and putting his shoes on like he was going out beyond the condo to search for her. I was trying to figure out what we would tell the police.

Finally I said that maybe my parents had heard her up and taken her in their room with them. Maybe we should wake them up and check with them. I knocked on their door and asked them if they had Kimmie. They were confused and said, "no." I explained that we could not find her. Like us they insisted that she had to be there someplace, and they began helping us look. Seeing our two-year old sitting up in bed, my Mom went in to check on her. As she walked up to the bed she laid her hand down on the covers that our two-year old had kicked to the foot of the bed in favor of her blankets from home. My Mom picked up a wad of the covers and there was Kimmie grinning up at her. My Mom dropped the covers back in place and called for me. When I went to the door, she picked the covers up again, and there was Kimmie, grinning at me, wide awake, and very aware that we had been looking for her.

I had to sit down and breathe again. She can be a little rascal.

--Mom

Hopping Mad

We think Kimmie's pretty sweet. I like to say she is spoiled sweet. But she does have her moments. Dad sometimes says she is cute even when she is throwing a tantrum. I would not always say that, but sometimes when she gets so worked up she hops up and down . . . well that is rather funny. When we laugh it kinda disarms her. She doesn't know what to think and often forgets about the tantrum. When she is so mad she hops up and down, we usually ask her if she is "hopping mad."

It also reminds us that it took her a really long time to learn how to hop and actually get both feet off the ground at the same time. (And she does this best when she is mad.) This was not a skill that came easily. Many of the physical developmental skills that are taken for granted with normal children were difficult for Kimmie to master.

When she thinks too long about doing something, she can't get the timing right. Take throwing, for instance, when she is mad, she can throw really well. When she does it spontaneously, she does ok. When she plans it, she just can't get the timing right. She will release the object too late, after the thrust of her arm movement has ended, and the object will simply drop.

Jumping is similar. Sometimes when she is going down stairs she will stop at the last step so she can jump off it. If she jumps fairly quickly, then she is usually ok. But if she stops to think about it, she can't get the timing right. She usually is not able to get both feet off the ground at the same time. She ends up taking an awkward step.

If you ever see her hopping mad . . . remember that it's really an awesome achievement for her.

--Mom

"Not Mommy"

Kimmie is very attached to Mommy. She will sometimes say she is Grandpa's girl, or Daddy's girl -- but she loves Mommy and usually wants to be near her.

A little sign language: the sign for 'mommy' is an open flat hand, touch thumb to chin. The sign for 'not' a closed hand, thumb out, touch the thumb under the chin. Kimmie's shorthand sign combines these two into a single gesture; the "not Mommy" sign.

If Mom leaves in the evening or on the weekend, Kimmie is usually playing somewhere. She will hear the door close, and deduce instantly that Mommy has left the house.

She will turn to me and emphatically sign "not Mommy". Meaning that "you are not Mommy, and I am upset that she is not here RIGHT NOW." Usually this is accompanied by Kimmie yelling at us in annoyance. Now, she often calms down and goes back to playing when I tell her that Mommy has gone out for an errand and will be home soon.

A few years ago, she would get upset and sob, sometimes until Mommy came back home. I was a little surprised, since we could leave her about anywhere -- church, school, Grandma and Grandpa's house -- without much drama. But when she is home, she wants Mommy to be nearby.

I think Mommy feels the same way about Kimmie, too.

-- Dad (Not Mommy)

All Wound Up

Someone in our house is all wound up about the holidays. Since her birthday in July she has been telling us what she wants for Christmas. She usually signs something like this, "Open presents, Christmas. Month is December, number is 25, 25th. Kimmie open present. . ." followed by whatever gift she is thinking of at that moment.

Now that the tree is up and gifts are under it, she is ready to go. The last two days she has tried to tell us that the "number is 25." We usually respond with, "What day is this?" She sighs, her shoulders sag a bit, and she tells us the correct date.

Waiting is so hard.

--Mom

Mommy, love you

A couple nights ago, Kimmie signed, "Mommy, love you." It had been years since I last saw Kimmie sign "love". I was surprised to see her sign this. It is just not something she says. In fact we sometimes play a kind of game with Kimmie. We ask her who she loves. She usually responds with Aladdin, Jafar, Danny Phantom, and various other cartoon characters. We will keep asking her until she either ignores us or starts listing family members, but we are usually way down on her list.

Kimmie may not say "love" often, but we always feel her love as she smiles at us, hugs us, holds our arms as we walk, scoots over and sits next to us . . .

But I'll treasure the memory of her saying "Mommy, love you."

--Mom

"Love"

"Love" was the first sign Kimmie learned. She signed it a lot when she was little, but then stopped using it. Her most frequently used word is "hug" which is a similar sign to "love". Today it is extremely rare for her to sign "love".

I remember when she was about 2 years old and we took her to see the geneticist. Kimmie was toddling around the small room when the doctor came in with his assistant. He sat down in a chair and Kimmie toddled over to him. She climbed up in his lap, wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him. Then she sat back on his lap and signed "love". The doctor and his assistant looked at us to interpret. We told them she signed "love". He melted. When we received a copy of his evaluation he noted not once but three times that she was a very affectionate child.

I have always thought this incident eliminated autism as a possible diagnosis.

--Mom

Picky eaters

Kimmie is not really very picky about food. We are lucky that way, I am sure many special kids are very hard to keep on a good nutrition diet. In fact, her siblings are more picky -- her sister doesn't like green beans or mushrooms, and her brother won't eat corn or peas. Mom doesn't like peas, but likes corn and green beans.....you get the idea. We usually fix three vegetables, and the house rule is you have to eat two.

Kimmie has had a few memorable moments though.

We (except her sister) like mushrooms in our spaghetti sauce. Kimmie had to gradually acquire a taste. The first time we had them, I gave her a nice spoonful of spaghetti and sauce. She chewed, swallowed, kind of rolling it around in her mouth. After a minute or so, out popped the mushroom and fell in her lap. It was as clean as if it had been washed. Picture a miniature piece of toast out of a toaster, only horizontally. We didn't add the mushrooms again for a long time.

Another day I served Brussels sprouts (I like a lot more variety than the rest of the family). Remember the house rule? I also really try to have the kids taste anything new, even in a small quantity. I put one sprout on Kimmie's plate, and turned to pass the dish.

Her little hand moved so fast it was nearly invisible, picked up the sprout gingerly between thumb and forefinger, deposited it neatly on my plate, and vanished. She sat there with a "Who, me? Nothing unusual here" expression, as everyone else started cackling.

I put it back on her plate, reached for the next dish -- and the same lightening fast maneuver left the sprout next to the others on my plate again. I conceded defeat, and she never did taste the Brussels sprouts. I am not sure anyone else did either, we were all laughing so hard.

--Dad

Bandaids, another scary thing

A few posts back Dad wrote about "Butterflies and other scary things". This is about another scary thing, bandaids. Kimmie has a phobia of bandaids.

When Kimmie was a baby her eyes crossed (strabismus). For a while we had to patch one of her eyes. Eventually she had surgery on both eyes to correct the crossing. The patches look and are packaged much like bandaids, thus creating this phobia.

Added to this is that bandaids are not generally associated with happy memories. . . doctors' offices, hospitals, falls, cuts. The cute cartoon pictures that are printed on them don't fool Kimmie. She still dislikes them. Not even Pooh Bear is comforting.

I remember one time when she was about 2 years old and her brother was 4. He had injured himself somehow, nothing major, a skinned finger or something. We were tending to him and then realized that Kimmie had backed herself against the farthest wall of the room and was gradually sliding along the wall until she reached the farthest corner.

She has radar when it comes to bandaids. She can spot the first aid box from the next room. She instantly starts signing "no, no, no". Usually it is her sister tending to her own latest scrape. If the first aid box is left out on the cupboard, it will bother Kimmie so much, having it visible, that she will eventually pick it up and put it away just so she can't see it any more.

Kimmie has gotten a little better about other people having bandaids. It used to be that she would not have anything to do with someone who had a bandaid on. Now she will touch the bandaid and sometimes kiss it to help it get better. She spots the bandaids quickly and becomes fixated on the person having a "hurt". Her concern can be really sweet.

--Mom