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The Kind of Photos That Come With the Frame vs. Reality

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As soon as we found out that baby #3 would be a girl, my mind started racing with all of the adorable photo opportunities.  Just imagine: three beautiful sisters, perfectly coiffed hair and coordinating ensembles, holding one another in embraces so loving that your heart just melts into a big puddle of sugar and spice and everything nice...
 
Photos like these would adorn the walls of my home and everyone who saw them would wish that they had grown up with sisters because really, what could be sweeter?
I really thought I had the ultimate formula for photographic perfection:
 
three adorable girls  +  a closet that makes you wonder if there's anything left on the shelves at Gymboree  =  the kind of photos that come with the picture frame
 
Then reality hit...





If you were looking for a dream world with glowy photos of beautifully behaved little angels dancing around with smiles so bright it makes you wonder what the heck that mama knows that you don't, well, you've found the wrong blog.  But reality is fun, too!


One of Those Days

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It had just been one of those days.  You know, one of THOSE days...the kind of day that follows a sleepless night - status quo for the mom of a 6 week old who was an insomniac even before the baby-induced sleep deprivation...the kind of day that includes, but is not limited to:
  • bed wetting
  • toddler 'tude
  • an allergy-ridden tot with her hair plastered to her cheeks by snot which requires a bath
  • an epic blowout in the bouncy seat that mandates a bath and an additional load of laundry on top of the remaining...
  • 3 loads of laundry
  • speech therapy
  • physical therapy
  • technical problems that prevent access to the spreadsheet that holds the contact information for intended birth announcement recipients
  • more toddler 'tude that really makes you think that Aunt Leanne had a point when she asked why we bother letting Thelma out of time out when she will inevitably need to go back in there.  Just leave her in there.  Duh! 
  • a chorus of three children crying at once
  • plate/cup throwing during meals
  • an attempt to write a grant during nap time (don't ask)
  • an incredibly stressful albeit appreciated Skype session with Josie's behavioral psychologist to help us work through the aforementioned oppositional behavior at mealtime
  • the discovery of dry erase marker all over the walls of the playroom thanks to a naughty almost-three-year-old graffiti artist. 

It was the kind of day that made me miss my mom.  For five weeks my mom put her life on hold and temporarily relocated more than 700 miles away to help me recover from my C-section while easing into life as a mother of three.  For five weeks my mom dealt with days filled with the aforementioned challenges and she still woke up eager to do it again the next day.  For five weeks my mom did my job and I never once saw her dissolve into a hormonal, blubbering mess.  In fact, she managed to extract the humor from scenarios involving the unruly graffiti artist and the wake of destruction she left behind.  She saws the therapists' visits as an opportunity to help Josie acquire new skills while celebrating small victories; not as one more obligation on top of an already hectic schedule. 
She even commented that it's too bad that my dad didn't live to experience this because this is truly her favorite season of life.  And I love that about her.  When I'm having an impossibly overwhelming day, I share my struggles with her and she helps me filter them through the heart of a mother who has survived all of this and more, and who is left with wisdom, a sense of humor, and an appreciation for how valuable and fleeting these years are.
Who knows?  Maybe part of her infallibly positive outlook comes from the intense satisfaction she gets from seeing me earn my gray hairs in the same manner that I made her earn hers.  Goodness knows I will have a hard time wiping the Cheshire cat grin off my face the day Merryn gives birth to a "Thelma" of her own. 
 
All joking aside, I hope Mama Hop will accept this meager blog post as a small token of my enormous appreciation for all that she did to help me this summer.  My appreciation grows each time I experience a day that makes me feel like I'm failing miserably in my pursuit of maternal bliss.  And even though I don't always stop and say it, her help is appreciated, her talents are admired, and her absence is felt. 

Aunt Leanne and the Food Service Etiquette Violation

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Aunt Leanne is no stranger to hard work.  She's held jobs in various environments including an office, daycare, and in a sheltered workshop.  Along the way, she's learned a thing or two about professionalism.  If you'd like to read her tips, click HERE.  And just like the rest of us, Leanne continues to conquer new challenges, acquire new skills, and make a few mistakes that serve as valuable learning opportunities.
 
She recently began a job at a café within a corporate office building where she gets to work on a variety of tasks including food preparation, wiping tables, sweeping floors, and working the cash register. She loves the opportunity to get out in the community and mingle with customers.  No doubt her charm and charisma make her a favorite among those customers.  And it's a good thing she's got that winning smile to fall back on when she oversteps professional boundaries...by shaking the tip jar in the air and telling customers "Don't forget to tip!"
 
Another valuable learning experience for Leanne - yes, the tip jar is there are customers are welcome to tip, but we mustn't verbally mandate that each customer do so.  Another valuable pointer to add to "Leanne's Guide to Professionalism in the Workforce".
Which calls to mind another time Leanne shamelessly solicited a tip...well, you can't blame a girl for trying. 
 
Oh but what she lacks in food service etiquette she compensates for in sheer likeability and cuteness.  Come on - have you ever seen anyone look this good in a hair net?! 
 
Mind your manners and keep up the good work, Leanne!  You make us proud!

The Black & White Photo Shoot

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Since becoming parents of three, the "divide and conquer" approach has been the only way Travis and I can survive.  Take, for example, errands:  Travis was sent on an errand to Old Navy to purchase some knit shorts for the girls.  He had been carefully coached on what to look for and armed with a photo of the shirts he was supposed to be finding coordinates for.  Upon arrival, he became a little confused so he Facetimes me (a relatively common occurrence when he's out of his element and needs guidance).  These adorable black and white outfits catch my eye, and even though it wasn't what he was sent to purchase, I tell him to pick those up, too. 
 
Yesterday was an unseasonably hot day here in the Tundra so I figured these black and white outfits would be the perfect choice to keep the girls cool and comfortable.  Oddly enough, we didn't have any appointments until the afternoon so I decided to throw up a white sheet and photograph my sweet girls in their matching ensembles. 
 
Now I know what you're thinking - the little voice in the back of my head that was telling me the same thing: I should know better by now.  I should learn to manage my expectations.  This is never going to work.
 
Yes, you're absolutely correct.  But when I see my babies looking so adorable in their coordinating outfits, I tend to ignore my voice of reason and cling to the hope that today just may be the day that a miracle occurs...
 Merryn immediately launched into "Mother Hen" mode and began bossing and posing her sisters.
 For a split second, there was a glimmer of hope that I may have had a chance at a successful photo shoot when Josie and Merryn both leaned in to kiss Baby Lydia at the same time...but Baby Lydia wasn't having it.  No siree, she was NOT amused. 
 Oh well, if Baby Lydia doesn't want a kiss, Josie will go ahead and kiss her own feet.  Meanwhile, Merryn appears to be losing steam and I suspect what happened next involved her leaning back and...
 
Disclaimer: No children were injured in the taking of this photo
 Yes, I pressed the button on the camera one more time before rushing to help them.  I'm a good mother like that. 
 And that's about when we decided to call it a day.
 
But we got a few good photos out of it.  Like this one:
Guess how I got her to smile: I asked her about her "boyfriend".  Oh yes - it worked like a charm!
Look at those faces! 
Totally worth it! 

Another BIG Announcement

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Hello Strangers!  Long time, no blog posts.  I know, I know.  But I have a good explanation as to why you haven't heard much from us this summer.  You see, it all started when we had a third baby.  Everyone was THRILLED by Baby Lydia's arrival - especially her sisters:
 Another classic photo shoot brought to you by my super cooperative children.  Yes, I went to the trouble of selecting coordinating outfits and arranging to have the girls come visit me in the hospital so that we could have the hospital photographer take our first "Family of Five" photo, only to end up with this gem.  Sensational!
 
But I digress...Lydia came via C Section which meant the journey to recovery was quite lengthy.  It's a good thing Mama Hop and Aunt Leanne came up to the tundra and spent 5 weeks caring for the older girls so I could get back on my feet.
 After that, YaYa and Papa visited and we had a great time...except for the day that Papa flew in and we were supposed to get him from the airport but we never showed up.  Why?  Because we were in the Emergency Room with Miss Josie whose Mic-Key button came out.  After a long ER wait, the hole had closed so much that the doctor could not get it back in.  The only option was to have a surgery to replace it.  No thanks!  We are now G-tube free.  What does that mean?  It means the dear child had better eat and drink orally because the only other way to avoid dehydration is to get an IV.
So yes, that was a scary, unanticipated summer adventure that I would have blogged about but we were too busy having adventures of the more fun variety this summer like outdoor festivals, the splash pad, and little weekend road trips...
Miss Merryn even traded her tricycle for a big girl bike and she's been taking advantage of the beautiful summer weather to practice.
 Speaking of Merryn, our little girl is growing up.  She recently celebrated her third birthday at Chuck E Cheese!  As you can tell, she had a blast:
 Ha!  She really did have fun, although she was a little unsure about those life size singing animals as well as that big ol' mouse.  He brought back memories of the Easter Bunny and she just wasn't ready to turn on the charm.  Josie, however, was delighted to make a new friend! 
 
Three going on 30!
 Speaking of growing, check out Baby Lydia:
 She is a delightful baby; she charms everyone with her smiles and coos.  Mama Hop and Aunt Leanne are absolutely enamored with one more little girl to love on.  It's just a shame we have to live so far away from one another...
 
...until now!  That's right, Folks.  There is another move in our near future.  We will be leaving the Tundra and returning to the Midwest where we will be much closer to Mama Hop, Aunt Leanne, YaYa, Papa, and so many of our friends and loved ones.  In case you're keeping track, that's our seventh move together since going off to college...Life just never slows down for us crazy nomads!
 
Anyhoo, if you don't hear from us for awhile, we're probably packing up a house and a condo and moving into another condo in another state while we attempt to find another house.  Just typing that makes me tired!  We hope to be able to update you on our next big moving adventure soon.  If you miss us in the meantime, check us out on Instagram @CatfishWithKetchup or you can find our Instagram photos on the right hand margin of the blog.

Josie's Social Story

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As previously mentioned, Travis has a job that has allowed us the opportunity to live all over the country.  We always saw it as a fun adventure - finding a new dwelling, exploring a new city, and making new friends.  However, now that we're parents, moving is a bit more complicated.  It's not just about a new house to decorate or new restaurants to dine in; it's about finding new physicians, therapists, childcare, playgroups, and preschools. 
  
Then there's the concern over the adjustment and how moving will emotionally impact the kids.  This weighed heavily on my mind especially with Josie, as her cognition is more limited than Merryn's an I'm not sure exactly how much she understands. 
 
Her speech therapist recommended I draft a social story.  The goal of a Social Story  is to share accurate social information in a patient and reassuring manner that is easily understood by it's audience.  Josie loves books so it seemed like a great approach!  I got out my laptop and typed up a simple booklet, printed the pages, stapled them together, and read it to the girls.  
 









 
So far, the adjustment has been going well.  I'm not sure how much the Social Story has to do with Josie's comfort level, but it can't hurt.  More on our big move coming soon!  
 
 

 
 

The Day Merryn Saved Josie's Life

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Something happened last week that I was initially reluctant to blog about.  However, after some reflection, I realized that this blog is, in many ways, like a scrapbook - a place for me to document memories.  And as upsetting as this story is for me to recall, I will always remember the beautiful display of love, loyalty, and heroism.
I know I owe you a detailed update on our big move and such, but just to get you up to speed, my husband recently accepted another position within his company which required us to relocate to a different state.  We traveled to the new state for a weekend of speed house hunting only to come up dry.  So we found ourselves living in a two-bedroom condo until we can find/build a house here.
 
This new dwelling is lovely, albeit tiny, and it an really start to close in on a family of five.  So most days, as the weather permits, I try to take the children outside for a change of scenery and some fresh air and exercise. 
It's not easy to shuffle all 3 kids out the door by myself.  We don't keep the stroller in the condo because it takes up too much valuable space, so I have to count on my two oldest to walk independently while I lug Lydia in this heavy car seat.  We walk down the hall to the elevator where there is always an intense negotiation over who gets to push the button. 
 
I hold Josie's hand and help her over all the thresholds and down the front steps and she follows me down this sidewalk to the grassy area on the side of the building where we dance, blow bubbles, or kick the ball.
Last Wednesday, we left for our outdoor excursion.  Merryn was riding her new scooter and she took it down the ramp while I helped Josie down the front steps.  Then, I headed towards the grassy area lugging Lydia's carseat in one hand and a bucket of bubbles in the other and I took for granted that the girls were following.  I didn't make it but a few steps when I heard Merryn yell "Josie NO!!!!" and I whirled around to see Merryn lurch off her scooter, grab Josie, and yank her backwards right before she stepped off the sidewalk into the parking lot where the FedEx truck was barreling right at her! 
 
I was overcome with emotion: shock, mom guilt for letting go of Josie's hand, and sheer awe that my little girl, who just turned 3 last month, would have the judgment, instincts, and courage to react in that manner!  Merryn literally saved her sister's life!
 
 And while Merryn's "Mother Hen" tendencies are well documented (click HERE and HERE), I never expected this young child to demonstrate such heroism.  So I did the only thing I could think to do: I hugged her, thanked her, and praised her profusely.  Then I took her to Starbucks and bought her a cake pop!

In Merryn's world, cake pops are the epitome of happiness.  In fact, she'll tell you her dad goes to work "to earn money to buy cake pops". 
 It took me a little while to calm down after that incident.  When I could finally set aside the panic, upset, and guilt, I was left with profound admiration for this little girl.  I already knew Merryn was special.  She's smart, funny, and kind down to her core.  She has an inherently maternal spirit that is far beyond anything I could ever aspire to.  She is a blessing to everyone in our family - especially her sisters.  And now, she is a hero as well.
 

Preschool, Pumpkins, and Prayers

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Things are gradually coming together for us in our new community.  We finally made a decision on our long-term residence (more on that to come in a future post).  I've been researching physicians, therapists, extracurricular activities, and various other resources like preschool!  That's right - the first bird has left the nest and that bird answers to the name of "Merryn".  Miss Merryn now attends preschool five mornings a week.  There was this part of me that hated to let her go.  I figured she had the rest of her life to be in school and I just wanted to spend one more year with her.  But then it became apparent that she needed more stimulation than I could provide at home.  She was eager to have new experiences, make new friends, and learn new things.
So we laid out a spiffy new "first day of preschool" outfit, practiced our introductions, and set out for this new adventure. 

Since this was her first time being away from Mom, one might expect some apprehension and maybe even a little tear shed.  But no siree - not Merryn!  Miss Independent was so enamored with the other children that she barely even acknowledged my departure.  By Day 2, Miss Popularity had two little friends standing in the doorway, anxiously awaiting her arrival.  Merryn absolutely loves school!

As if the first week of preschool wasn't exciting enough, Merryn also got to experience her first school field trip to a nearby pumpkin patch.  Since I served as a chaperone, my two additional sidekicks tagged along as well. 
Our stroller wouldn't fit on the hayrack ride so we waved goodbye to Merryn and her classmates and set out to explore the beautiful fall scenery.
There were wagons full of pumpkins and colorful gourds.  Vibrant autumn leaves cascading from the trees and the crisp chill in the air provided the perfect ambiance.  I just wanted to grab a warm apple cider spiked with some rum and gather 'round a bonfire.  Except there was no rum and there was no bonfire...
But there were goats!
Who knew goats could be so large and so friendly?!
My children sure didn't.  In fact, these little city slickers were quite confused...

As we walked away, Josie grumbled "That's a terrible pig!"  Indeed, Josie.  That was a sorry excuse for a pig.  Extremely disappointing to say the least!

I handed Merryn an antibacterial wipe to cleanse her hands after she fed the pigs...er...dogs...I mean...goats and she immediately started wiping Josie's hands.  That's our Mother Hen!
It was so terrific to be able to spend the morning withMerryn and her friends at the pumpkin patch.
Another heartwarming display of sisterhood transpired at the corn pool(a big sandbox with corn instead of sand).  Merryn's class was busily playing in the corn and I set Josie on the side so she could watch.  Mother Hen immediately retrieved a shovel and pail and brought them to Josie so she could participate.  Josie was delighted, as was I.
Talk about new experiences, fun activities, and photo ops galore!
The other kids departed with their parents but we stayed behind and took a few additional photos.  Then we pushed the stroller back up the long gravel path to the car, and set out towards town to enjoy a hearty lunch and a nice, long nap.
 But getting back to town wasn't going to be that easy according to the service lights on my car warning me that my tire pressure was dangerously low. I called Travis who encouraged me to find a local service station.  However, in this neck of the woods, there was no AutoZone nor JiffyLube for miles!  Instead of getting on the interstate, I drove into the next small town where I happened upon an automotive restoration place.  I wandered in and was greeted by restored vintage automobiles.  I'm not exactly driving my children around in a Model T so I wasn't sure I'd found the right resource but the nice gentleman working there stopped what he was doing and came outside to help. 
Within minutes, my tire was inflated and the warning light vanished.  When I asked the kind gentleman what I owed him, he simply waved his hand and told me to drive safe.  I got back in the car and was greeted by a barrage of questions from my inquisitive little preschooler and I explained that a nice man helped us out by inflating my tire so we could make it home safely and that we should say a prayer for him.  As I headed towards the interstate, a little voice echoed from the backseat "In da name of dafader, da son, and the howeespiwit..." A tear slid down my cheek as I called to mind the wonderful men in my life who would have dropped what they were doing to help a stranger in need.  Men like my father and grandpa who have passed on but whose memories resonated so vividly in that one act of kindness.

Inflating my tire may have seemed like a simple gesture to him, but it was meaningful...just like the prayer that trailed from my backseat that day..."Dear God, please bless that nice man."

Amen.
 

Josie Goes to Preschool

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A couple of weeks ago Travis called me from work and I began venting about all of the things I have to do: find a new nanny, pediatrician, dentist, family physician, Ob/Gyn, pediatric cardiologist, pediatric pulmonologist, pediatric GI doctor, orthotist, vision therapist, physical therapist, occupational therapist, speech  and language pathologist...He pointed out that those last three services would be provided in our local district's preschool program.  I sighed and said that enrolling Josie in preschool was just another item on my "to do" list.  Travis "The Resolution" then pointed out that the school district would likely require a lot of formal paperwork and documentation and that he would happily go to the website and see what we needed to compile because it would certainly be lengthy and time consuming.  That was his way of taking something off of my plate so I dismissively agreed and hung up the phone.
An hour later he called me back and proudly announced "I enrolled Josie in preschool!" 
 
"You what?!?!" I screeched into the phone, completely shocked. "I thought you were just going to go to the website and see what paperwork they needed!"
 
"Well, I was..." he admitted "but then I started filling out this online form and I ran into a problem so I called the phone number and the next thing you know, she was officially enrolled.  Susan will be calling you to set up a meeting."
 
In that moment, the past four years flashed before my eyes.  Adopting Josie changed my life.  Her health struggles have dictated my schedule ever since.  (Check out the 2010 archives of our blog or Click HERE to learn more).  I have invested my whole heart into helping her triumph in spite of the health and developmental obstacles she faces.  And now, thanks to my "helpful" husband, I was going to have to release her out into the world - ready or not. 
 
I was NOT ready. 
 
My voice quivered as tears streamed down my cheeks. Travis immediately retreated and stammered about how I could always hold off on this...
When he got home from work that night, I was still crying.  But as hard as it was to face the thought of letting her go, deep down I knew it was the best thing for her.  Within a week, we had Josie's IEP meeting.  We decided she would start the following Monday.
 
We prepared Josie as much as we could.  We've been talking about preschool, reading books about preschool, and making a BIG deal out of her sister's recent preschool enrollment.  However, Josie wasn't buying into the hype...

The child certainly mastered the fine art of sarcasm.
 
The day before preschool began for Josie, we took her to the school and let her play on the playground.  I felt like it would make her more comfortable if she were somewhat familiar with her new surroundings. 
I ordered Josie a little backpack with her name embroidered on it...

...and I bought her the extremely important "first day of school" outfit.  I printed the "first day of school" sign and took the official "first day of school" photos.  Josie wanted no part of that stupid sign so Mother Hen stepped in to offer assistance.
Mother Hen also stepped in to draw from her experience as an experienced preschooler and to offer her wisdom about the importance of a proper introduction:

 She was all set.  We dropped Merryn off at her preschool and then we headed across town towards Josie's preschool.  We arrived early so I took the opportunity to try to reign in Little Miss Stubborn and emphasize the importance of a positive attitude and general compliance.

Turns out not only has this child mastered the fine art of sarcasm but she's also quite skilled at the fine art of BS (blowing smoke, of course).

As soon as we got out of the car and headed towards the school, the toddler 'tude emerged with a vengeance.  I present to you, the heartwarming-and-sentimental-mother-daughter-first-day-of-preschool shot:
Lucky for us, there were skilled professionals waiting to step in.  One of the things that convinced me to move to this district is the excellent program for individuals with special needs.  The district preschool is fully inclusive - featuring both children with special needs and their typically developing peers.  The children with special needs are entitled to a one-on-one aide to offer additional help as needed.  Thank goodness for Ms Stacy.  As a mother of four, she assured me that she wasn't the least bit intimidated by Josie's obstinacy.  She took Josie by the hand and confidently led her into the building where she referred to a picture schedule to begin showing her the ropes.
I took a few final pictures and then headed back to the car.  With tears streaming down my cheeks, I convinced myself that Josie would be fine.  She was in wonderful hands.  Besides, her teacher promised to call me halfway through the morning to update me on Josie's progress.
That phone call came but it was hardly a newsflash:  Josie enjoyed the song portion of the morning (you're kidding), she refused to eat her snack (you don't say) and they'd been hearing a lot of "no please no" (Gasp!  What in the world?!). 

Well, at least I knew they had the right kid!
When I picked Josie up, her teacher debriefed me even further:  Josie does great one-on-one but she needs to be prompted to participate in a group activity.  They will work on that.  Josie becomes especially non-compliant during transitions.  They will work on that, too.  We are very aware of these challenges and we realized that they undoubtedly stem from her lack of exposure to a formal preschool setting.  That's why the opportunities for socialization and learning to follow a routine are so important for Josie's overall development.

Josie inhaled her lunch and took a three hour nap.  Preschool fatigue is no joke!  While she slept, I raided her backpack and found a progress report that said "My day was GREAT".  Of course I made her pose for a picture with that first glowing report.  Here's hoping for another one tomorrow! 
 

IQ Scores for Individuals with Down syndrome are on the Rise

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I had the pleasure of attending a Down syndrome related conference over the weekend and a handful of people approached me and introduced themselves as blog/Instagram followers.  It's always so nice to hear from individuals who appreciate our efforts to try to spread a positive message about Down syndrome.  It also leaves me with a twinge of guilt over how infrequent the blog updates have become.  So I am hereby neglecting the laundry, dishes, my husband, and this incredible book I picked up in the airport gift shop, to dedicate this post to the new friends I made last weekend.
 
In addition to receiving a lot of valuable information about how I can better serve Josie, Leanne, and the rest of the Down syndrome population, I had the pleasure of meeting many inspirational adults with Down syndrome.  These adults were dynamic, engaging, and intelligent self-advocates who have jobs, relationships, and so much wonderful information to share about the bright futures that await young people with Down syndrome.
 Did you know that in recent years IQ scores for individuals with Down syndrome have risen and continue to rise?
 
Why?
 
Because medical treatments are improving, along with therapy techniques and educational methods.  I've written about how my parents' generation were the trailblazers who refused to allow their children to be institutionalized.  They proudly brought their babies home and demanded that they have access to education.
 
Since then, therapy services have become more specialized.  Physical, occupational, speech, developmental, feeding, behavioral (and the list goes on) services are offered to children at birth and are implemented on a much more frequent basis. 
 
Educational methods have been researched and customized to the way that individuals with Down syndrome learn best.  Children with Down syndrome are no longer relegated to a special education classroom in a separate wing of the school (or a separate school altogether) by default of their diagnosis.  Many children with Down syndrome now spend part - if not all - of their day in the mainstream classroom with their typically developing peers.  Not only does this offer the promise of a more equivalent education, but it also promotes an attitude of acceptance and inclusion among the next generation.  Prior prejudice resulting from ignorance and an overall lack of exposure is subsiding. 
With efforts towards inclusion the future is even more promising as tomorrow's employers will have grown up with a thorough understanding of what Down syndrome is the many positive attributes that individuals with Down syndrome possess.
 
Seeing vibrant, successful, and fulfilled adults with Down syndrome is so important because it demonstrates that the capability is there and it provides the incentive for those of us who are parenting the next generation to encourage our children to fulfill their greatest potential.  Our children are not destined to be mentally retarded.  They are not limited by the dismal walls of an institutional facility.  They are unique individuals who can learn, achieve, and thrive in the world.  And just like with their typically developing counterparts, children with Down syndrome will benefit most from a loving home environment, a supportive family, access to education, and the encouragement to fulfill the promise that lies within themselves.
 Speaking of inspirational adults with Down syndrome, I am thrilled to announce that this lovely young lady will be paying us a visit next week so tune in because I'm going to try and get the dirt on her love life including details about a recent date she went on with a fetching young suitor!

Giving Thanks

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Like last week, while Travis traveled back to the Tundra to oversee the movers as they packed up our possessions and moved them to storage (more on this later), my mom and sister visited to help me out in his absence.  And I was all set to blog about it and then Merryn got pink eye...and then she fell and cut her head open requiring 3 staples...and then Josie ran a super high temp requiring yet another doctor visit (yes, that's 3 in one week - a holiday week, mind you) and suddenly doing my job as a mom became so consuming that I couldn't make time to document it.  But I finally have an uninterrupted hour while my children sleep and I would be remiss not to recognize...
 
 Thanksgiving - a season to appreciate the blessings in your life.  Blessings like a loving aunt and grandmother who grace us with warmth, kindness, humor, and...
...gifts!  And let's stop and give thanks for bossy little sisters who carefully moderate the opening of said gifts.  Because there's a right and a wrong way to open presents, clearly.  It's important to have an expert to facilitate the proper wrapping-removal protocol!
 The gratitude doesn't end there.  No siree...
 Let's toast to affectionate aunts, loving embraces, and tender moments.
 It's important to appreciate the role models along our journey; mentors who inspire, encourage, and guide us.
It nourishes the soul to stop and recognize the people in our lives whose sheer presence elicits smiles so effortlessly.
 Do you know how satisfying it is to find someone who "gets" you?  Let's give thanks for that!
 
 
 
And on this, the last day of Adoption Awareness Month, we give thanks for the blessing of adoption in our lives.  I didn't have a chance to blog about it as extensively as I would have liked but check out the following adoption related posts in our archive:
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


Thanksgiving 2014 Highlights

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Let's see...where were we?  Oh yes, Thanksgiving.  Last week was an adventure, that's for sure.  But we'll just focus on the parts we are thankful for - like a visit from Travis' parents, YaYa and Papa! 
We celebrated Thanksgiving by dressing in our holiday best - no, scratch that.  We had every good intention of dressing in our holiday best but YaYa and Papa's luggage didn't make it to town.  And Josie and Merryn's super cute Gymboree skirts that had been purchased months in advanced and saved for the occasion turned out to be WAY too large.  So we all resorted to our Plan B and made the most out of the resources that we available to us. 
 
We went out for a fabulous Thanksgiving brunch because my beloved in-laws have known me long enough to realize that I don't possess the culinary aptitude nor the emotional stability to prepare a formal 8 course holiday meal.  So we found ourselves a lovely restaurant where we would relax and indulge in all of our holiday favorites without the tedious preparation and clean up.  The waitress even came by and wiped Josie's runny nose -seriously - that's service!  It was terrific!
 Unfortunately, the bloody mary *ahem* tryptophan kicked in a little too soon and I forgot my good camera at the restaurant.  We eventually realized and retrieved it but I didn't get to document as much of the holiday as I would have liked.  I did, however, capture a few gems.  Check out this perpetually pleasant, pink-cheeked little turkey celebrating her first Thanksgiving with her YaYa:
 The little "cooker" in the family whipped up a batch of homemade cake pops and proudly distributed them to our guests.
Every year we alternate Thanksgiving and Christmas between our families and since it was Thanksgiving with YaYa and Papa this year, we also celebrated Christmas together with a little gift exchange.  The adults have a tradition of purchasing one universally appealing gift.  We draw numbers and each select a gift.  The surprise element is the most fun part.  You could end up with a wine decanter from France (like I did) or you could really luck out and score a biography of Abraham Lincoln (like YaYa did).
The holiday was not without it's challenges (lost luggage, less than ideal accommodations, and a handful of ER visits) but overall we had a terrific time.  Being in the presence of loving family is a true reminder that we have so much to be thankful for.
 
 


The Top 10 Reasons Why We're Boycotting Christmas Cards This Year

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As the Christmas cards start rolling in, I am touched that we have so many friends and family who care enough to include us on their Christmas card lists.  I marvel at the fact that they were able to locate us, given our nomadic lifestyle.  And I am stricken with a twinge of guilt, that we have not reciprocated the holiday spirit in the form of an adorable photo on a Shutterfly card, delivered by the mail carrier.  So for all of you who standing next to your mailboxes, shivering in the cold, anxiously awaiting the arrival of our annual holiday card...go inside.  It ain't happening in 2014.  Please accept this Top 10 List not a spattering of excuses (I prefer the term "reasons why"), but as a compensatory gesture for the disappointing holiday card void in your mailbox.  Presenting:

The Top 10 Reasons Why We're Boycotting Christmas Cards This Year:
(Ok, so "boycotting" is a strong word.  But what fun is a blog without a little hyperbole?  Just go with it...)

10.  We had a baby - Ah yes, people do this every day.  But Lydia came via C-section - a major surgery which equates to a six week recovery. 
 On top of that, Lydia is our third baby.  And even though she's the most delightful baby (she truly is!), it's still an adjustment going from two to three.  I'm still not sure I've got a handle on it.  But hey - fake it until you make it, right?
9.  We moved...again - I always laugh because my mom gets out a pencil and paper to reply to an email (she does!  I couldn't make this stuff up!)  I actually got out a pencil and paper to tally how many times Travis and I have moved since graduating college and getting married: we have had seven (going on 8) residences in 12 years!!!!  I've blogged about this before: Travis works for a global company that has afforded us many fun and exciting opportunities to live in different places.  Our most recent stint in the Tundra lasted just over a year. 

Basically, three months after having a baby, it was time to stick a "For Sale" sign in the yard, pack up our belongings, and meet with a realtor in a new state to find a new residence so Travis could start his new position.
 8.  Condo Life - The plan was to travel south to our new state, meet with a realtor while my mom and sister were trapped in a hotel room with 3 kids, see every available house on the market and purchase one...within a 48 hour window.  We tried.  We did.  We saw every single listing by every single broker...we navigated through the FSBO's...we even brought in a contractor to bid on renovating current listings.  I'm pretty sure if our realtor never saw my face again, it would be too soon.  And ultimately, we ended up in a two-bedroom condo.  Literally.  Five people in a shoebox.  It's a lovely little place with a view of the golf course.  Here is our family room:
 Here is the girls' bedroom:
 Here are the girls in our bedroom:
 This completes the tour of our condo.  You can literally stand in one spot and see the whole thing.  We go to the grocery store almost daily because we don't have the space to store an excess of anything.  In fact, the our second shower is housing boxes of diapers, baby wipes, paper towels and toilet paper because there's no place else to put those things. 
All hands on deck when hauling in the groceries.  Mother Hen helps out by pushing a cart and Baby Lydia serves as a door stop.
 It's actually a very amusing experience - I equate it to moving into a nursing home.  We are the youngest residents by a good 40 years.  And the stories I could tell about our neighbors!  Boy!  But I won't because I'm sure they could tell some stories about us.  And I'm sure many of them raised much larger families in residences that weren't much larger than this without complaining.  There's so much to admire about that generation.
And as cozy as this place is and as cluttered as it gets, I'm pretty sure the lack of personal space, storage, and various other single-family home amenities will give birth to endearing memories.  Some day we may even laugh about that one time we lived in Shady Pines. 
7.  Building a Home - After an exhausting search for existing homes, we came to the conclusion that building a home was the best way to meet the needs of our unique family. Both of our parents built homes when they were our age and the timing just seemed right.  We were fortunate to find a nice lot in a great location/school district.  
 Little did we know what an overwhelming experience building a home is.  Especially for Little Miss Indecisive, here.  What kind of door knobs, faucets, light switches do I want?  Huh?  Am I supposed to have an opinion on those things?  Why are there so many choices?!  What am I supposed to do with these three little kids while I meet with the lighting expert in a showroom full of breakable glass fixtures that just beckon exploration from inquisitive toddlers?!
 Even our realtor asked Travis if he felt like I was ready to take on the challenge of building.  Nothing like having your mental health status and stress coping mechanisms questioned by someone who has known you for all of two weeks!  It's been a busy year, Lady.  Admittedly, my acuity and composure aren't what they once were. 
 Ah but here we are, pouring all of our energy into creating what will ideally be our last residence before we find ourselves buying a pine condo...or at least until we buy our retirement condo in Florida.  And when it's finished, it will be so awesome.  Even more appreciated in light of the fact that we've spent the 9 months prior living in a glorified hotel room. 
6.  Pink Eye - So yes, all of the aforementioned things happened and I still had every good intention of creating and mailing Christmas cards.  Granted I do not have all of my photography equipment with me here at the condo (most of our belongings are in storage until our house is finished), I still have my camera and a few cute kids so I figured we could pull something off in time for the holidays.  Then Thanksgiving rolled around and things started to unravel beginning with pink eye.

Yes, I literally did not know what I was seeing when Merryn came into my bathroom where I was drying my hair one morning with all this gunk all over her eyes.  I quickly texted a picture to a dear friend who is an expert in all things medical and she diagnosed it right away: pink eye.  Ewww!  Really?!  She must have gotten it at the gym daycare the day before.  There's all the excuse I need never to work out again...
 5.  Staples - a few days after our doctor visit for pink eye, Merryn experienced another doctor visit - this time it was for a gash in the back of the head that she suffered while she was goofing off after bath.  She fell backwards into the shelves that store our toys in the family room.  I thought she was fine and I cradled her until she calmed down.  Then she sat up and there was blood all over my sleeve and all over the back of her shirt.  Off she went to the urgent care where she received 3 staples in the back of her noggin.  Get this, folks: she didn't even cry!  She's one tough little mama!
We'll spare you the gory photos in favor of this super cute photo.  You're welcome.

4.  Croup - Just when we thought we'd achieved our medical excitement quota for the week, Josie decided to take a turn.  She had not one, but two, ER visits for what was ultimately diagnosed as croup.  She had a fever and a horrible wheezing sound accompanied by a barking cough that sounds like a seal's mating call.  And given Josie's respiratory history (new readers can catch up in the 2010 blog archives starting in August), we take these sorts of things very seriously. 
A hefty dose of steroids and a week off of school to recover and Josie was fine.  But Merryn wasn't...
3.  Merryn...and Mom...and Lydia get sick.  I shuffled the gang back to the doctor...I inquired about renting a room there just to cut down on travel time.  Little did I know, things could get worse...
That's right - I'm always learning new things about parenthood and I learned a very important lesson: When Mom gets sick, there are no sick days.  No paid vacation.  No PTO - period.  So while I was shivering with chills on the sofa running a 102 degree fever and whimpering about my aching body, the kids still expected to eat, bathe, brush teeth, read books, do art projects, have clean clothes...There was no substitute mom to call; no "Out of Office" messenger to cue up.

Lydia was the next one to show off her extravagant souvenirs from her recent tour of the germ factory. As these things go, the sweetest, smiliest, most pleasant baby on earth fell prey to the winter illness curse...
 So I hauled the crew back to the doctor to learn that Miss Lydia had gone through the buffet line of germs and taken a heaping helping of everything!
 2.  Travis the traveler was traveling - Loyal readers know that Travis' job responsibilities have always included travel.  Early December was no exception.  So illness hits, we start dropping like flies, and Travis is jetting off to a mandatory conference that has been on his schedule for months.  Now no one begrudges him for working hard and bringing home a paycheck to support his family.  We appreciate the fact that he is a wonderful provider.  However, his absence was definitely felt during the last leg of the injury and illness marathon. 

2.  The bar was set too high - I know what you're thinking 'You had a baby, moved, live in a shoe box, are building a house, single parenting, and everyone got sick.  Still, it's Christmas!  Pop a card in the mail for Pete's sake!'

I know, I know.  I had every good intention of doing so.  But given the precedent that's been set over the last few years, not just any value-pack of holiday greetings from Walmart will do! 

Exhibit A: Christmas 2011
Exhibit B: Christmas 2012
Exhibit C: Christmas 2013

I caved under the pressure!!!!


1.  I found myself on the naughty list - I feel like this part should start with a sports analogy.  Ten seconds left, the clock is ticking, something about a tied game and a free throw at the 50 yard line and the buzzer sounds (Ok, I don't exactly have the sports proficiency to carry this off so I'll stop). The point was, this was my "Hail Mary" pass.  As us Type A, neurotic perfectionists are prone to do, I wasn't ready to give up.  So as soon as I could scrape myself off the sofa and in good conscience, drag my sickly little crew out of the house, we decided to pay a visit to Old Saint Nick.  I wiped the crusted snot off the girls' faces and dressed them in their fancy Christmas dresses from Mama Hop and we headed towards the most festive destination this side of the North Pole: the mall.

As luck would have it (we're just full of luck these days), Santa was out feeding his reindeer.  No problem, I'll just burn through Merryn's braces fund letting her ride that ridiculously overpriced Polar Express train over and over and over until Mr. Claus returns.

We decided to stop before we burned through her college fund as well.  Instead, I figured we'd pose by the beautiful Christmas décor - the elegantly decorated trees, poinsettias, and twinkling lights that we have no space for in our condo - and maybe, just maybe, I could get a holiday card worthy photo.  But you know my kids...
Lovely.  Just lovely.
Oh but Merryn's gold mining wasn't the most vile offense of the day.  No, that title goes to me; good old mom.  Do you see Santa's stern glare and the finger pointing?  That accompanied the "No pictures, Mom!  Stand over there!" talking to Santa gave me after I violated the mall's "Oh-heck-no-you-can't-take-your-own-snapshot-gosh-darnit-you're-going-to-pay-$26-for-our-lousy-photo-Merry-Christmas-Hope-you-enjoyed-your-visit-to-this-cattle-call-racket-right-of-passage-of-every-well-adjusted-childhood" policy.
And that's when I knew I'd solidified my spot on the naughty list...it was also precisely when I realized it was time to throw in the towel and give up the 2014 Christmas card dream.

But I'd like to take this opportunity to make a virtual toast: To a happy, healthy, and fun-filled 2015 with some much needed stability.  Heck, maybe even a little bit of boredom would be welcomed after the year we've had.

Happy Holidays to all of our blog readers! 

The Top 4 Moments from Christmas 2014

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Greetings blog readers!  So glad you've decided to join us in 2015!  We've got so many good stories from Christmas to share with you that I considered breaking this into two posts.  Then I had a realization and I said to myself, 'Self, you know you'll have every good intention of writing a second Christmas post but then life will resume as usual and the chaos of day-to-day life will impede your good intentions.'  So instead, we will have one really long post just bursting with fun pictures like this one:
 Ah yes - we got to meet Leanne's new gentleman friend, Mike.  But more on that later...

On Christmas Eve, our family set out towards Mama Hop's house.  It's about a five hour drive and with little ones, that is a daunting prospect.  But we mapped it out around naps and we planned some stops to eat and to use the restroom, and it wasn't bad at all.  We even dropped in on Travis' grandparents along the way.  All of my grandparents are deceased so I always tell Travis how blessed he is to still have such vibrant grandparents.  Our children are fortunate to be able to get to know their great grandparents.  And much to Merryn and Josie's delight, Travis' grandma even had some "delicious" (direct quote from Josie) Christmas cookies for them!
 Grandmas and cookies go together like peas and carrots.  When we arrived at Mama Hop's house, she offered the girls their second helping of Christmas cookies.  Mama Hop even made hers to resemble her Siamese cat.  Merryn was impressed, although, Josie looked a little skeptical:
 Mama Hop and Aunt Leanne got right down to business doing what grandmas and aunts do while Travis and I took a load off and sipped "egg nog".
 On Christmas morning we woke up and put on our glitzy Christmas attire and we took some pictures before said Christmas attire got wrinkled, stained, and torn.  As usual, my children were perfectly posed little angels...eh...Well, one out of three will have to do:
 After mass we got down to businesses opening Christmas gifts!
 There's nothing quite like the excitement and joy that kids exude on Christmas!
 There's also nothing quite like the pride Leanne takes in distributing the gifts she bought for everyone.  Look at this - she painted a vase especially for Mama Hop:
 This is one of my favorite photos from Christmas.  Leanne presented Travis with new socks, proudly announcing that she worked hard and paid for them with her own paycheck.  She was filled with as much pride and enthusiasm as if she was handing him the keys to a new Mercedes.  No gift from Leanne is complete without a hearty helping of Christmas affection.  No Siree - nothing says "You're the world's best brother-in-law" like new dress socks and squeezing the life out of him.

The next few photos are devoted to Lydia.  If there is a Guinness Book of World Records entry for "Most Smiley Baby," her picture should be next to it:
Lydia loves the holidays.  Heck, Lydia loves every day. 
 She blooms where she's planted and she welcomes each day with a pleasant outlook.  She is a joy to have around...with the exception of one liiiiiitle vice...
She has an affinity for hair pulling.  You never know when she's going to strike nor who her next victim will be.  But watch your back because she's coming for you, with a vengeance!  Let's see how long it takes Travis to notice that the next assault is taking place right under his nose...
 He can't help but be oblivious to the complicated dynamics of hair; heck, he hasn't had hair for a good decade.  And just look at that lock-tugging grin that Baby Lydia is sporting.  She's quite proud of herself! 

After we opened gifts, Travis FaceTimed with his brother and then we had the kind of delicious prime rib feast only Mama Hop can create!  I didn't take any photos of the meal because we were too busy inhaling our food to stop and photograph it.
 
Though our visit with Mama Hop was brief, it was lovely!  It was nice to get out of the condo and be in a spacious and festively decorated home.  While it's hard traveling with children, it was worth it. 
 
Now on to the second half of our big, fat, Christmas blog post. 
 
My Top 4 favorite moments from Christmas 2014:
 
 4.  Merryn spreads Christmas cheer at the condo: During her recent visit, Mama Hop gifted Merryn with an "art box" (a box full of art supplies).  She also taught her how to cut out paper snowflakes and other fun things.  Merryn has been diligently working on her handwriting so she decided to merge these two interests and make homemade Christmas cards for the fellow residents of the condo.
Merryn made a custom card or each of our neighbors, carefully writing a personal greeting on each one.  Then she would prance down the hall and tape the cards to the residents' doors.  A couple days before Christmas, our doorbell rang and it was "Mr. Don," the elderly gentleman who lives next door.  Mr. Don said "Which one of you made me the Christmas card?"  Merryn proudly took credit and Mr. Don handed her a gift bag filled with peanut brittle.  Merryn beamed.  I did, too.  It was apparent that Merryn had added a bright spot to Mr. Don's Christmas.  Upon our return from Mama Hop's, we discovered that several other residents had left gifts and cookies outside our door for the girls.  No doubt, a little construction paper with a child's scrawl can put anyone in the holiday spirit!
 
3.  Josie spreads Christmas cheer at church - The seven of us attended Mass together on Christmas morning and there was an older woman sitting alone in the pew behind us.  Josie was really fixated on the woman.  At first, Josie reached up and grabbed the lady's hand while she was kneeling.  It turned into Josie lurching over the back of our pew to wrap her arms around the lady's neck and kiss her cheek!  As I apologized and tried to pry Josie off the lady, she said "No, it's fine!  My sister has special needs.  Your daughter just made my Christmas!" 
 
I grew up watching Leanne have this type of impact on people - her warm smile and friendly greetings could melt a heart of stone.  It's almost as if she has a sixth sense, detecting when people need a little extra affection to boost their spirit.  In my experience, this extra dose of charisma is frequently found in an extra chromosome and it is just one of the many gifts that our chromosomally enhanced friend's possess.

2.  Leanne introduced us to her new gentleman friend - Ok, so I'm not supposed to push this issue as far as Leanne's "boy friend" (two words) is concerned, but I'm nothing if not pushy and Mike is such a dreamboat that I'm ready to kick off my heels and dance at their wedding reception already!  Where did Leanne meet this new friend of hers, you ask?  Well, on the van to her day program of course.  Remember a few months back when we told you about the diva and her van butler (to read that post, click HERE)?  At the time we didn't have his permission to blog about him so we concealed his face and identity. However, we told his mom about the blog and she is all in favor of us letting our readers get a glimpse into the wonderful world of Mike.
Everyone should be fortunate enough to get to know Mike.  He is kind, considerate, friendly, smart, and a complete gentleman.  I loved every minute I got to spend with him.  I even filmed a few of our conversations, including a really insightful chat we had after Mike announced to me that he has Down syndrome. 
 
 

"I love Down syndrome"

Mike's remarks about Down syndrome and the positive attributes people with Down syndrome possess, reminded me of another blog post.  In this post (click HERE, Mom) I reference this article written by George Will, whose 40 year-old son with Down syndrome was celebrating a birthday.  Mr. Will discusses his son's "gift of serenity" and "underdeveloped entitlement mentality" saying that if his son is happy exactly as he is, who is anyone else to consider him inferior?  It's not uncommon to encounter the phrase "suffering from Down syndrome."  And to anyone who mistakenly believes this notion, I'd like for you to meet handsome Mike, pretty Leanne, and smart Josie.  There's not an inkling of suffering in sight! 
 
1.  Working girl struts her stuff - This year, Leanne got a job at a café that's in a large office building.  This job is a big deal because it provides Leanne with an opportunity to utilize her talents, acquire new skills, and interact with the community.  Not only does she earn a paycheck but she also receives an intrinsic payoff; pride that results from demonstrating her abilities.

I was dying to see Leanne in action so Travis and I drove out to the office building that houses the café and we waited for Leanne to assist us.  Travis was parched so Leanne fetched him a cup and filled it up at the soda machine.  Then she wandered over to the cash register.  Travis and I exchanged skeptical glances - counting currency has never been a strength of Leanne's - not to mention all of those complicated buttons!
Slowly and methodically, Leanne entered the sequence of keystrokes required to successfully complete the transaction.  I was in awe.  Of all people, I should know not to underestimate my sister by now.  My astonishment was quickly replaced by an overwhelming sense of pride and I literally floated out of that building so eager to recount the story for my mom!

That's my sister, y'all!  She knows how to use the cash register!  She.  Is.  Amazing!!!! 
 
We hope all of our blog readers enjoy a healthy and prosperous 2015!
 

Down syndrome and the impact on siblings: Focus on Dr. Brian Skotko

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A friend sent me this article (click here, Mom) about my beloved Brian Skotko, MD, MPP and I knew I just had to share it with our blog readers.  I have such a profound respect, admiration and appreciation for this man who has devoted his career to improving the lives of people with Down syndrome.  As a brilliant physician and Harvard professor, Skotko spends his days researching, advocating, and celebrating individuals with Down syndrome.  What inspired this passionate focus?  His younger sister, Kristin Skotko, who has Down syndrome.
 My affinity for Dr. Skotko results from the fact that we were born into the same circumstance - both of us have a sister with Down syndrome - and he "gets it".  In a world where we feel like we have to constantly defend our siblings against society's unfair misconceptions, it's refreshing to find someone who is enlightening people to what Down syndrome truly is - and he articulates it so beautifully. 
 YES!  Exactly!  Thank you, Dr. Skotko.  Society may look at my sister and others in the exclusive chromosomally enhanced club as genetic blunders who are somehow inferior to those of us who are sporting only 46 chromosomes, but I've spent my whole life around people with Down syndrome and I beg to differ.  A person's value is not measured by his or her IQ score. 
I'm not the only one who feels this way.  Dr. Skotko did a study in 2011 and look what he discovered:

I frequently receive emails and comments from parents whose baby has just received a Down syndrome diagnosis and one of their primary concerns is how it will impact the child's siblings.  We brought Josie into our family and I knew her extra chromosome would be a special gift to her future siblings.  It would allow them to see the world from a totally different perspective.  It would allow them to step outside the mainstream outlook that focuses on academic, career, and monetary achievement; in Josie's world, the focus becomes kindness, unconditional love, and slowing down to appreciate small victories and less superficial sources of happiness. 

Maybe the "limitations" that accompany Down syndrome are not limitations at all.  Instead they remove obstacles that impede our ability to accept ourselves and be happy.  Prior obtaining her current job in the café, my sister, Leanne, was in a sheltered workshop environment where she packaged screws and other small assembly items.  She was paid based on her productivity.  And it didn't matter if her paycheck said $4.63 or $15.25, she announced it with enthusiasm as though it rivaled Bill Gates' paycheck and she took great pride in her work. 
 
Leanne can't golf like Tiger Woods.  She can't play basketball like Michael Jordan.  She can't design technology like Steve Jobs.  She can't sing like Mariah Carey.  She'll never make the list of the Forbes Wealthiest People.  But she could care LESS.  She delights in her Special Olympics events and to quote Brian Skotko, she "celebrates a third place victory with as much gusto as a gold medalist".  She plays her CD's on her boombox and sings at the top of her lungs.  She will never win a Grammy and she's quite fine with that.  And she wipes tables in a café and she makes dog biscuits and she collects a paycheck that would be considered pocket change - pocket lint - to the Forbes Wealthiest People.  But she's proud of an honest day's work for an honest day's pay and she's HAPPY.
For more on this study, click on the"Living With Down syndrome" tab on the top of the blog - it's truly enlightening.
People with Down syndrome are no longer isolated, and locked away in institutions.  Thanks to my parents' generation, they live at home with their families, receive an education, and make a valuable impact on their communities.  And today, thanks to the work of Dr. Brian Skotko and others who share his passion, individuals with Down syndrome receive even more medical care, therapies, and educational resources that allow them redefine the potential that their futures hold.

With more opportunities to be included in an educational and employment setting - to be included in and appreciated by society as a whole - the ignorance that exists about Down syndrome being defined by limitations and suffering is being replaced by a genuine appreciation for the contributions that individuals with Down syndrome make on the world.


 The best teachers don't lecture at us; they show us.  The best way to learn is not to hear or read about a subject; it's to experience the subject.  Leanne has been the single largest source of information about Down syndrome and the implications of the diagnosis that I could ever tap into.  I've been a student in her class since the day I was born.  And while not everyone has had the experience of growing up alongside an individual with Down syndrome, I believe that everyone who is fortunate enough to have crossed Leanne's path is a little more enlightened to what Down syndrome is.
 
And thanks to people like Dr. Skotko, more people can learn to appreciate the diversity of the human condition and realize that there is more than one path to a purposeful and fulfilling life.


February Update: We're still alive!

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We sure hope you haven't given up on us because we are definitely not giving up on the blog.  Since our last post, we've been blessed and humbled by some incredible feedback that reiterates how important our little blog can be.  However, our current situation has contributed to sadly infrequent blog updates but we made it under the gun to offer you a quick hello before February is over...
 
HELLO!
Travis and I have always led a relatively adventurous and nomadic (bordering on downright crazy) life however this past year takes the cake!  We had a baby, moved to a different state, started the girls in preschool, began the process of building a house, proceeded with getting acclimated to a new community, all while living in a 2 bedroom condo!  And the next two months leading up to the big move in date aren't showing signs of slowing down!  Between day-to-day responsibilities of running a household and raising children, volunteer work, hosting guests, preparing for the big move, planning for summer, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera...suffice to say that most days don't allow for a bunch of spare (uninterrupted) time to sit down at the computer and blog. 
 
But before you roll your eyes and click the little "X" in the upper right hand corner of your screen, hear me out:  We've got some really fun posts coming up - including one guest blog post that we're really excited about sharing with you.  So please bear with us.  We love our blog and we love our readers! 
 
In the meantime, check in with us here:
 


The message is worth repeating

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This picture is old, but the message is worth repeating:
March 4 is a national day of awareness led by the Special Olympics.  It's designed to end the use of the r-word (retarded) in popular slang.  When the word "retarded" is used as a synonym for "stupid" or "foolish," it is insulting to individuals with intellectual disabilities. 
 
Over the years, I've heard the word "retarded" thrown around by friends and acquaintances and I honestly don't think anyone intends it to be hurtful.  I don't think people usually realize the association between an insult like "that movie was so retarded" and my daughter and sister.  Historically, the word "retarded" was once a diagnostic term to describe an intellectual disability, like Down syndrome.  It has since been incorporated into common vernacular to be used as a put down.
 
How does that sound to me?
 
Josie and Leanne have Down syndrome.  Down syndrome is characterized by a degree of mental retardation.  It's not a bad thing.  People with mental retardation can learn; but it just may take them longer.  It doesn't make them inferior - they just learn at a different pace.
 
You say: "That movie was retarded"
You mean: That movie was stupid/idiotic/foolish
 
Suddenly a term once used to describe a condition that my daughter and sister possess; a condition they cannot help; a condition that makes them different - but not less than - those without it, is suddenly equated to stupid...idiotic...foolish.
 
You simply said you didn't like a movie.  You certainly didn't mean to call my sister an idiot.  I get that.  But it stings.  Because she's not an idiot; and she did not ask to be a slower learner.  In fact, she works twice as hard to achieve tasks that we take for granted.  And she does it without complaining.  I think that makes her pretty darn admirable; not an idiot.
 
So what am I asking of you?  Remove the word from your arsenal of slang terms.  If something is stupid, call it "stupid," not retarded.  It's that simple.
 


Another Sibling Perspective: Q&A with Jimbo's Sisters

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I've been at this Down syndrome sibling thing for oh, let's just say 29 plus years...But through the magic of social media, I've "InstaFriended" another incredible family who have even more experience than I do. 
 
This is James (AKA "Jimbo').  He is a 53 year-old man with Down syndrome and he is an Instagram sensation!  More than 8,000 followers are captivated by his smile and his message of positivity.  He is a daily reminder that we are as happy as we make up our minds to be! 
That's why I felt like a journalist who scored the "exclusive" when Jimbo's incredible sisters, Pam, Julia, and Patti agreed to answer questions posed by our followers to be featured on Confessions of the Chromosomally Enhanced.  Without further ado, I am so honored to share their honest and inspiring story with you:
Background: James (aka Jimbo) is a 53 year old man with Down syndrome, who happens to be non-verbal. His parents had 11 children.he is the 9th in birth order. His sisters answering questions here are Julie, the 7th in birth order. She is married to Randy, with 4 adult children and 7 grandkids. Patti, 10th in line, is married to Sam, with 3 adult children. And, Pammie, 11th in line, is married to Marc, with 2 adult children. Jimbo lived in the home with his parents and siblings. His mom was a stay at home mom and his dad brought home the bacon!! :) His mother passed away in 1998 and he remained in his home with his dad until 2005, shortly before his dad passed away.
 
What are Jimbos living arrangements? How do the siblings work out the care of Jimbo in regards to shared responsibility and time spent together? How do they make sure he has the company he needs while sharing the load between siblings who have jobs/kids/etc?
He lives between Julies house and Pams house. Alternating weeks, Monday to Monday.
Julie is a stay at home mom/grandma who babysits a few of her grands and volunteers in the community. Pam is a mom with a part-time job that allows her to work around Jimbos schedule. Our adult children help us with Jimbo when we put out the call. Patti is a mom with a full-time job. She works it out to help us with Jimbo on the weekends when we need her to man-sit. (Hence, this is where the term, Jimbo is the mancame from.)
It all just works out!!
How was Jims transition from his parentshome to siblings? What were the biggest adjustments?
Surprisingly, it was a smooth transition. The alternating just happened to work itself out over the course of the first 6 months. We just figured out a way to make it work best for all of us. The biggest transformation that was noted by all, was the change in his personality. He was always a happy, loving guy but he was a 44 year old man living with an 88 year old man. He had aged beyond his years through no fault of our Dads. After a very short time, living with his siblings and our kids, he sprang to life. He suddenly was more active, on the move, being in the community more, meeting new people so he started acting younger and younger!! Its been a very positive for him and all of us!!
Describe what a typical day is like for Jimbo. What are his routines?
Weekday.Rise and shine, breakfast, get dressed, make the bed, off to workshop at 9:00. Workshop until 2:30running around town with whichever sister, niece or nephew picks him up or home to watch afternoon TV and whatever chores those sisters have cooked up. Dinner, bath, a little more TV.bedtime.
Weekends.Rise and shine, cooked breakfast (eggs are his favorite), get dressed, make the bed, off to whatever adventure those sisters or brothers in law have cooked up!! Usually some TV in the afternoon, dinner, bath, a little more TV.bedtime.
Its a nice, simple life.keep calm, stop and smell the roses, etc., etc.


What makes Jimbo laugh out loud? What cracks him up??

There is so much to say here. Jimbo is so FULL of joy and laughter. Thoughts in his head that only he can know crack him up!! He laughs at sitcoms with slapstick comedy, TV shows with explosions. He thinks its hilarious to play a game of throwing balled up socks at us and we throw them back!! Flicking us with a towel produces uproarious laughter. Piñatas are a hit!! (Pun intended.)

Does Jimbo have any hoardingor hidingtendencies? (Asked by someone with this experience with a relative with Ds.)

He actually has a paper obsession. Small scraps of paper, business cards, wallet size photos, receipts, etc. Anything that will fit or can be folded small enough to fit nicely in his wallets. He has two wallets that get VERY large from all of the stuff stuffed into them. Sometimes his pockets are so full that they drag his pants down!! :) When stuff starts falling out, he saves it in the drawer of his nightstand. :)

Have you looked into employment services or mobile crew options for Jimbo to work? If so, what type of transportation have you arranged? Personal or is there a public system for people with disabilities?

Jimbo attends a day program Monday thru Friday that is a vocational/occupational program. The workshop has a program that provides the clients warehousework experience and also has occupational classes and social events. Jimbos work experience includes packaging of nuts/bolts, stuffing envelopes, assembling gift bags, etc.

There is transportation available thru social services but we choose to use personal transportation because it works better into our schedules.

What do Jimbo and his siblings like to do together for fun?

Jimbo is included in all of our family activities as much as possible. We have a lot of get togethers, perhaps the nature of a large clan!! Just socializing, playing a game called Left Right Center is a favorite because it can include even the little kids. He loves to dance so having music is always a plus!! Weve recently gone camping. Just the same stuff that every other family likes to do!!                                                                                                                                 

How is Jimbo connected to his community?

The previous 2 questions pretty much answer this. Through the activities at his workshop he socializes with peers and through family connections he socializes with the typically developing community.


Has Jimbo fostered authentic friendships with both typically developing peers and peers with disabilities? How did the peer connection change after the school years?

At this time, Jimbos friendships are mostly focused on his family and typically developing peers through family contacts. He has friendships with peers with disabilities through his workshop and the social activities that they have.

How do each of you & Jimbo handle ignorance about Ds? Especially when it comes to people who arent thoughtful with their words.

We cannot be concerned in our day to day about the ignorance of others. Jimbo doesnt care because he doesnt fully understand so therefore we choose to ignore ignorance for the most part. We deal more with stares than with comments so we choose to just move on!!

Im curious to know how you deal with the totally flippant and offhand use of the R word(like when referring to shoes or homework assignment) and Im curious to know how your Ds siblings deal with it too.

First, let me state that you must remember that we are all over 50 years of age. (GASP!!) When we were growing up, the R wordwas used to describe our brothers condition.We didnt know any other way to describe Jimbo!! (I know this is very distressing to some who read this, but, we are trying our best to be honest here.) Sometime in our youth, the term Down syndrome was introduced to us and thats what we were told was the proper term to describe Jimbo.

So.having said all of that.we were guilty of using the R wordourselves for years!! And then the campaign to end the word began and we jumped onboard. Now if I hear the R word, especially in the presence of Jimbo, I just look at the person using it and say, Really!? Come on nowlets just not!!


Did you ever encounter others not being accepting of Jimbo, like your friends growing up? If so, how did you handle that?

Julie: Trying to recall if this was ever even an issue. Perhaps I chose friends wisely because I cannot recall having this be a problem for me.

Patti: I was super protective and defensive of Jimbo. If anyone gave him a look, a whisper, a stare, I was ready to literally jump into action. Punching may have been involved!!

Pammie: Ditto what Patti said because we were always together!! We have since outgrown this behavior!! For the most part our friends were fabulous!!

How often did your parents spend time with you separately (considering there are 11 siblings)? Just wondering how much alone time each needed with their parents.

Once again, lets go to our age and the fact that we grew up in the 60s-70s. There wasnt a huge emphasis on this type of thing back in the day. We dont recall ever feeling deprived of attention. We think our parents were just doing the best that they could and focusing on working, raising, housing and feeding that many kids. We think we learned to love and care for each other by following their example. The its not all about youlesson. Jimbo was the center of everyones attention.

How did your parents explain to you that Jim has Down syndrome? Was it a big family discussion that took place or did that just evolve over time?

Julie: I was 3 1/2 when Jimbo was born. I vaguely recall his homecoming from the hospital and only recall realizing he wasnt typical because he wasn't attending school with the rest of us. Back then, the state did not have inclusion in the public schools. He went to a special school for individuals with disabilities. Also, I remember asking our Mom questions as they arose and she would answer. It was not a big sit down discussion for me. I just wanted him to talk!!

Patti: Im 12 months and 16 days younger than Jimbo. I dont recall any huge revelation about finding out Jimbo has Ds except that he has two webbed fingers and I was most curious about that.

Pammie: Im 2 years and 4 months younger than him. I dont recall any discussionI just knew we needed to watch over him. Its just all we knewit was just natural.


Do you remember having a talk with your own kids explaining Uncle Jimbos Down syndrome? What was it like? Or did you just answer questions as they arose? Did your kids even ask questions or did they just accept him because he was always there?

Julie: For me, it was a very natural discussion as questions came up about Jimbo. He has always been a part of the lives of my kids and now my grandkids so there have been lots of questions over the years. Just leaving the door open for frank and open discussion has been the best for us.

Patti and Pammie: Dittowe all agree!!

How has the experience with a sibling with Down syndrome changed your life? Like if you could point to one or two things that you could say I would not be the person I am today in this area if I did not have him in my lifewhat would it be?

Julie: This is a tough one for me.because I get a bit emotional over it. I dont really know who I would be without Jimbo in my life. I actually have a hard time visualizing that. Im a pretty driven person with an inability to sit still. Im always in motion.but perhaps less so because of him. He has a calming effect on me, makes me slow things down a bit, hes comforting when Im sad or anxious. So who knows what Id be like without himhard to say!!

Patti: None of us know who we would be without him. Certainly lesser.period!! I have always believed that Jimbo is a glimpse into Heaven.

Pammie: This is hard. You just dont think about this until youre asked. Our family would not have been so close. I know I wouldnt be as patient, wouldnt have as much empathy, wouldnt be as tolerant as I am.
 
Does Jimbo find happiness and fulfillment in his life path? And what do you tell people who find it difficult to truly understand this fulfillment because it rides against the standards of our achievement-driven society?
We think hes happy. Fulfilled? Isnt being happy fulfilling? He is a part of a family that loves and cares for him deeply. Isnt that fulfilling? He is doing his job, showing us how to live, love, and be better people.
 Did you have a special bond with your brother when you were younger and did that change over the years?
Julie: I think being a part of the youngersin our family sealed the deal for me and Jimbo. I have no real memory of life without him. I was the original Mother Hento my 4 siblings that are younger than me. We used to pull Jimbo around our neighborhood in a little red wagon because he couldnt keep up.how could we not have a special bond? That bond suffered a bit in my teenage years because I was too busy(sad to say on my part) but we have just grown closer as we grow old together.
Patti and Pammie: We didnt have an opportunity to NOT be bonded. We were with him all the time. It was fine with us.we dont remember suffering for it. There was no burden, no suffering, it was just part of life. As we got older, got married and had families, we werent with Jimbo on a daily basis. But now, the bond is stronger than ever.
 
That was better than I even imagined it would be when I first asked these lovely ladies to guest blog post.  Thank you, Pammie, Julie, and Patti, for this exclusive glimpse into your life with Jimbo.  It was honest, humorous, and heartwarming.  I only wish we lived closer so we could all hang out.
 
And thank you, Jimbo, for being you, and for enriching the world with your smile!
 
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Josie Turns 5!

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500 Followers?!  Wow!  You guys are the best!  We never imagined when we started our little family blog that we would get so much support and positive feedback from folks all around the world!  Your timing couldn't be better either; you know why?  We just celebrated Josie JoJo's 5th birthday! 
 Mama Hop and Aunt Leanne joined us to celebrate this joyous occasion! 
 Aunt Leanne jumped right back into doing her aunt thing.  She dressed the kids for bed and read the bedtime story.
 I don't know what's happening in this photo but it looks intense and it makes me laugh so I included it!
 After we got the kids in bed, Travis, Leanne, and I went out on the town and we bonded over a little karaoke!  Leanne offered up the BEST performance of the night and she got the crowd rockin 'to "Cel-a-brate good times, Come on!"  For video footage, click here:
 On Saturday morning we set out for the noisy, chaotic, kid-infested abyss that is Chuck E Cheese.  It's amazing how different the experience is for kids versus parents.  They should really hand you ear plugs and a flask when you enter the premises. 
 Ah but the children love it so us grown ups happily endured two action-packed hours of running, climbing, shrieking, crying, fun.  My head is still spinning.
 So we played the games and earned the tickets...
 ...everyone except the birthday girl.  She could care less about the games and tickets.  Do you know why she asks to go to Chuck E Cheese at least once a day?
 You got it!  Enormous singing animals jamming out to today's pop tunes like Josie's personal favorite, "Shake it off".
 Yeah why get yourself tangled up in the noisy herds of hyper children clamoring for tokens and fighting over games when you can just get comfortable on the floor and dance until your heart is content?
 After we'd had our fill of pizza and pandemonium, we headed up the road to show Mama Hop and Aunt Leanne the progress on our new home!
 Unfortunately, it was prepped for painting so every surface was covered in plastic and it reeked of varnish from the staining process on the fireplace and stairs.  It wasn't the best tour but they got the feel for the layout...along with a fume-induced headache.
 The move in date is just over six weeks away and we can't wait!
 After a little afternoon rest, we got down to the ever-important birthday business of cake and presents!
 Oh and in case you were wondering, Josie is perfectly capable of feeding herself...unless her Aunt Leanne is sitting next to her.
 After the birthday girl was serenaded, musical gifts were opened, and cake was consumed, we took a step back and reflected on the last 5 years; five incredible years with this smart and sassy little girl who has illuminated our days with her smile.  We feel so fortunate to get to be her family.
Happy Birthday Josie!  We love you!
 

Happy Easter

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Just a quick note to wish all of our readers a Happy Easter!  We'll be back soon!

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