Category Archives: Family

Santa!

The Knights of Columbus arranged for a Santa to visit school and take pictures with the ECSEP kids in a safe and friendly environment, with snacks and presents. It was pretty okay. Billy generally enjoyed himself.

Here's one of the pictures where he wasn't freaking out and acting stiff as a board trying to slide off Santa's lap.

A Big Boy Day

We've had a lot of big boy stuff happening here in the Timmins household recently. Between school, and a new bedroom, and mumblings of eventual potty training, we're working on a lot of rites of passage at once. We've been pacing ourselves as best as we can so as not to completely overwhelm Billy.

We introduced Billy to his big boy room last week, and this week we moved his crib in there. He loves the new space, and seems to be generally okay with his crib being in there. We introduced him to the crib by letting him jump in it a bit after we got it installed. I'm hoping we will have a peaceful night. I wanted desperately to get this done yesterday, so he'd have a non-school night to adjust. But alas, that was not in the cards last night.

So today, we went through a few big boy events for Billy. First the big boy room with big boy toys, and today we got a special toilet seat with integral potty chair:


For the first time, he didn't panic when we set him on the toilet and immediately beg to get off. He sat on it, and proudly at that. It's the first time anyone's gotten him to sit down without a complete panic, so we'll call that a solid win. To commemorate the occasion, we told him from now on, he gets "big boy diapies" (pullups) during the days (which his preschool teacher was hinting about last week anyway, so it's well timed).

Also, Lamphere transportation called on Friday at 3pm, and asked us to call back about the bussing. And of course, I returned their call within 5 minutes, and they were closed, being after 3pm on a Friday, and all. Well played. My guess is that bussing should start early next week, but I wouldn't know because they totally didn't mention that in the message, because they suck at messages. If a bus shows up unexpectedly tomorrow, I'll be somewhat dismayed.

A new room, and for a moment, a sense of normalcy

So today, we gave Billy his big present from us. We've been quietly cleaning out a room we filled with junk when we first moved in here a few years ago. In its place, we've been arranging new toys, and organizational stuff. One wall has a 10 foot long by 2 foot high roll of whiteboard wallpaper on it, so we can draw pictures and words for him with dry erase markers. Currently it has some doodles and a crude visual schedule (I plan on printing out full size color cards, laminating them, and backing them with velcro, but for now this will have to do). We gave Billy a table, some Billy sized chairs, and an easel with chalk. There's also a place for his sensory bins we created, and a table to play with them at all his own, so that should make days when he returns from school easier for him (and us). There are still a couple extra boxes, and we're not finished cleaning out the closets, but it's a start, and he can start to enjoy his new space.

Needless to say, he was incredibly excited. He found one of his new toy bins was full of play food. Becky showed him how to make a hamburger, and hot dog, and how to put on fake ketchup. He of course started making us all wonderful hotdogs, hamburgers, and watermelon with all the ketchup one could possibly want, exactly as Becky showed him. It was the longest, most natural pretend play I've seen out of him yet, and I was completely overjoyed by it. Of course, all good things must end, and bathtime had to begin.

 

Billy has always been a little weird about baths. One week he'll love them and it's impossible to get him out, another week you should probably wear one of those protective suits they use to train police dogs.  It's rare that I can get his head wet to wash his hair, we often have to resort to using dry shampoo to keep it clean. But tonight was very special. He played in the water, and when he was done, he let me lather him up with soap. But when it came to rinsing him off, he would have none of it. ALL DONE ALL DONE *TEARS*. I now have a large, soapy, newly minted 3 year old sobbing unconsolably and trying desperately to climb out of the tub and into my lap. Even a gentle pour of water from a cup onto his back made him scream, and I couldn't calm him down enough to have him try to rinse himself off.

Mommy swooped in to help console him, and we got him to rinse himself off with the cup. He did an okay job, but he got a vast majority of the soap off, and he no longer looks like a grubby child. We had to put off the hair washing until tomorrow. Fortunately he tends to be weird about wanting to get his hands dirty, which makes his hair easier to clean than most, as he won't generally get his hair dirty.

Now he seems calm enough to actually go to bed, so I'm going to do that, and try to get to sleep myself in a little bit.

Is that going to be a strike?!?!?!


Is that going to be a strike?!?!?!
Originally uploaded by Paul Timmins.

Just an update for the people who don't follow me or billy on the firehose of crap that is facebook, or on my flickr based bithose (accessible by poking around on the links in this post).

Billy is 2 years old as of September 30. Hard to believe it. Here's a cute picture of him in bowling shoes doing his best to play bowling with us, at age two.

Besides a "severe auditory processing delay" and a "severe speech delay" (for which he starts speech therapy next week) he's been relatively healthy (well, he's also allergic to soy and cow's milk protein, which is "interesting" but avoidable).

We've been doing well as a family, and things have been hectic in a good way at work, as we continue to grow furiously.