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The everyday adventures of Nolan and Griffin

G’s Thoughts on Teeth Pulling

Several weeks ago Nolan lost two teeth in three days and Griffin was HORRIFIED at the process of James pulling them out. (In G’s defense I cannot be anywhere near the teeth pulling either. Makes me weak in the knees just thinking about it.)   What started as an innocent teasing to Griffin as to if he would like Daddy to pull his teeth,  has turned into a good laugh at Griffin’s expense. He is terrified he will be the next victim and James and I cannot stop poking fun at sweet Griffin and this new found fear. It is just too cute. He runs away from James when we tease him we are going to check for loose teeth.

Take a look at his thoughts on all this.

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Jump for Joy!

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When Griffin was officially diagnosed with Benign Hypotonia in September by a neurologist, we knew a long road of physical and occupational therapy was in store for us. He had already participated in in-home physical therapy for about nine months, but officially knowing there was a reason why Griffin struggled to climb the stairs, run, and jump, helped us better understand the previous why’s and where we needed to go. It helped us understand the need for patience as Griffin struggled to catch up.

When you observe Griffin most do not realize there is anything wrong. He looks normal, but upon closer examination, when he is physically active, you might see what we see.  Griffin did not walk until he was almost 20 months old. At the time we just thought it was because of his size and weight. Hindsight is 20/20 as they say.  When the tiniest of steps Griffin could climb up on his own or run or jump, we knew something was not right. In August we learned Griffin, as a just turned three year old, had the gross motor skills of an eighteen month old.

Twice weekly physical therapy began immediately along with weekly occupational therapy. Goals were set for Griffin and benchmarks to achieve were set.

All along James and I have said we can handle this diagnosis.  There is hope. The best professionals have told us Griffin will catch up within reason. No, he will never be a star athlete, but he should “fit in” among peers.  In reality that is all I want. My children do not have to be rock stars at anything, but feeling exluded or like they do not belong is more than I feel I can bear.  We are commited to providing him the services for as long as he needs to reach these goals.  We will do what it takes and re-evaluate as we go. How long it takes is unknown at this point.

One of my personal goals and measures of improvement for Griffin has always been his ability to jump. Each week in various ways we see improvements and progress in Griffin’s muscle tone, but his ability to jump has always been out of his reach. I have repeatedly told his physical therapist the day that Griffin jumps I will probably start to cry. Jumping is a such a wonderful part of being a child and I hate that as a 3 1/2 year old, he still struggles to accomplish this. He has been getting very close with only the tips of his toes not able to lift off the ground at this point. Close, but not there yet.

Yesterday Griffin was furious when a beloved stuffed animal was taken away for not listening. The irony was as he cried and pleaded with his arms waving in all directions, he also was motioning to jump and getting SO close. I told James Griffin needs more temper tantrums to help him practice his jumping skills. :)

About thirty minutes later when the devastation of no pillow pet has subsided, Griffin and I were practicing the jumping motion. And then it happened, He JUMPED with both feet off the ground. It was brief and it was only once, but he did it. The benchmark I have been waiting for! Thankfully James also saw it (or I would have second guessed myself). We both screamed with delight. And whereas I thought I would cry, instead I ran to him scooped him up and I jumped up and down holding him. “You did it! You did it! You jumped!” He was so proud. We were so proud.

Although Griffin has not been able to replicate that jump again, that is OK. I know the day will come again soon and maybe next time it might not be one jump, but over and over again. After all, our hopes for him are slowly but surely turning into reality. And for that, we are beyond grateful.

 

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A Visit to the Police Station

For the first time tonight, I escorted Nolan to a “go and see” event for Cub Scouts. Up until the point, other than the numerous trips to the Scout Shop I have made, James has taken the lead. Nolan was very excited for this field trip. He along with all the other scouts were bouncing off the walls in anticipation. All the boys wanted to see three things. Guns, handcuffs, and the “bad guys” in the jail. Unfortunately they were only allowed to see guns behind a glass case (the officer leading the tour said he could not pull out his gun for safety reasons), could not individually hold the handcuffs (the officer said his handcuffs were filthy and dirty from “bad guy” germs and that even he does not like to touch them), and for safety reasons they were not allowed in the jail either. BUT despite those brief disappointments, they boys had a blast (and so did the parents too actually).

It was no surprise that the Frisco Police Department Headquarters is very nice and outfitted with all the bells and whistles to rival any police department. The police officer leading the tour (who looked thrilled beyond words to lead these rowdy first graders…insert sarcasm) began the tour with an overview of the police uniform with all the accessories and what they are used for.

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(Nolan has his hand raised within the first five minutes with a question)

Next he took us to one of the evidence rooms and explained how evidence is examined and logged and stored. Once it is put in a designated locker, there are only three people in the entire police department that can access the evidence so it is not tainted before a case goes to court.

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One of the highlights for the boys was a trip inside the indoor shooting range. Ironically Frisco PD does not have its own outdoor range, but instead uses a shooting range on the property of a retired Secret Service agent who lives about 15 minutes from the deparment.  We learned the officers must pass shooting tests twice a year from various distances inside the range (if you look closely in the first picture you can see the yellow lines used to mark distances they must fire from). One test is with the lights on and one is with the lights off where they can only use their own flashlight to find the target. Can you imagine?

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Behind the targets in black are recycled tire pieces to stop the shell casings.

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We headed outside to see an armored vehicle which we learned does get much use in Frisco (thank goodness)! This vehicle was awarded as a part of a grant and must be shared with other various pollice departments in the area. It cost $250,000! Nolan thought it was so cool that even the tires are bullet proof!

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The tour would not be complete without a lesson about the police car. We learned these Tahoes are purchased in bulk for about $26,000 each and by the time they are outfitted with everything they need they cost about $80,000 per car. Due to how heavy the vehicles are, they only get about 10 miles per gallon.

Hanging on the roof of the inside of the front part of the cab is a shot gun. The shot gun can only be released when a magnetic button is pushed.  The location of the button is hidden somewhere in the front of the car and is a secret only known to the police officers.  The boys were fascinated as to where it could be.

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Although the boys were not allowed in the front of the vehicle, the police officer let them crawl through the back.  Frisco police cars each have a cage in the back for saftey reasons when transporting criminals. The cages cost about $1000 each. Our tour guide told us Dallas Police Department cannot afford to have these cages. Scary thought.

I told Nolan this better be the ONLY time he is ever in the back of a cop car! It is a blurry picture, but Nolan is the third boy.

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Learning about the police motorcycle.

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And finally a picture with our tour guide. One serious one and one silly one.

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We learned the Frisco police department receives about 360 calls every 24 hours with 1/4 of the calls about a home alarm (Only 1% of those calls are NOT false alarms) . Oops! We have been in that a category.

It was as great “go and see.” Sorry James missed this one!

 

On Saturday is the big scouting event of the year, The Pinewood Derby. Other than a little accessorizing, Nolan’s derby car is ready. Apparently the derby races these days are quite the experience. Nolan is beyond excited!

And thanks to all those that purchased popcorn from Nolan this year. We learned tonight his dues for next year are almost 50% reduced because of his own popcorn sales. Thank you!

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Nolan and his Karate Belts

Last Wednesday Nolan’s teacher sent home information on an incentive program for students to learn various math facts. There are five different karage belts the children are earning. It is self paced with the students practicing each set of facts until they are ready to “test” for their belt. The children can earn these belts as slow or fast as they are capable.  Nolan’s description of what they actually earn is a colored stripe on a pencil for the belt they achieve. I picture at the end their pencil having five colored stripes all the way down. He is unsure if they earn any additional recognition at the end of all five belts, but it does not seem to matter to Nolan. He wants to achieve all five and not waste any more time than necessary. Motivation is a not a problem obviously.  From an early age we also knew Nolan was competitive…at everything.

Nolan was telling us about this program before we were even sent home the information. He was excited and ready to start achieving. I briefly read over each of the belt sections on Wednesday night. On Friday afternoon I told Nolan we would start to practice for his white belt over the weekend. To my shock Nolan announced he had already earned his white and yellow belt. Although I was surprised, I was not really surprised. Nolan is competitive (and good at math from what we have gathered so far). He comes by the competitiveness honestly….me! I love that he took the initiative, but at the same time would have liked have been informed of his plan.

 

White Belt: Write numbers from 1to 150

Yellow Belt: +1 and +2 addition facts

Green Belt: Doubles and Near (whatever that means)

Blue Belt: (+) facts 1-12

Red Belt: +/-Facts 1-12

 

Over the weekend we studied for his green belt. He was really close to knowing all 24 facts, but I told him not to test on Monday. He was still missing a few and I did not want him to waste Ms. Morgan’s time if he was not ready. (You must get all the facts correct on the first try.)  As soon as I picked him up from school on Monday he told me he had tested for his belt. Once again, not surprised. He is also stubborn…..like his daddy. :) He missed one. Three plus four.

This morning at 6:45 AM while eating breakfast Nolan asked me to run through all the facts. He was determined to test today. He excitedly was telling me what belts fellow classmates have achieved. He knew where everyone stood. I found myself asking how many students had already achieved past the green belt. I had to stop myself when I noticed my competitive side seeping out. We are double trouble when it comes to being competitive and it was not the right time or place this morning to get riled up.  Right before he left for school, he missed two. I told him to wait one more day to test. He agreed and this time, he actually listened.

We went over the facts several times tonight. We think he is ready. He plans to test tomorrow. He will be disappointed if he misses one, but such is life.  Learning about success and failure and not always achieving pefection are important lessons too.

The last two belts will probably take a little more time to master, but with Nolan, maybe not. After all, he is a lot like me.

 

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Year Seven!

 

I think the seventh year of Santa pictures at Northpark Mall is the charm!   In typical “me” fashion, I never like to take the easy road and, when it comes to Santa pictures at Northpark, it is not easy. As I have talked about year after year, this Santa is highly sought out and wait times to meet the Big Guy are hours.  (Side note. My mom has braved this tradition every single year. I think we bribed James to go with us at year two or three and James has never been back. It is not for the weak of heart.)

The first couple of years we would go to Northpark, take our number and literally kill time for hours on end at the mall before it was our turn. Several years into this I decided to drive to the mall early in the morning to be one of the first to receive a ticket, go back home and return later when it was our approximate time.

This year we took a different approach. Mom and I and the boys and my next door neighbor decided to go on the Thursday night the week after Thanksgiving. This was the earliest we have ever gone and knew it would rule out the procrastinators. I took a risk and did not drive down early in the morning to get a ticket. We figured we would receive our ticket and approximate wait time upon arrival,  eat dinner, visit the Trains at Northpark (a yearly tradition while visiting Santa), write Santa letters at Macy’s  and have our pictures made at some point.

It was a Christmas miracle on that Thursday night because upon arriving at the Santa village, we were handed our ticket and told we could get in line right then! It was only about a 15 minute wait. Mom and I were shocked, stunned and in complete disbelief. The downside was it gave up little time to prep Griffin for the “we expect no crying when you meet Santa” talk. Two years in a row it has been a big ole FAIL. This year I was optimistic.

See? Griffin at 1 1/2 years old

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And Griffin at 2 1/2

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As we approached our turn we talked about how nice Santa is, how important it is to tell him what you want if you want presents, and to remember that TOY if you smile! I also instructed Nolan (as in years past) that no matter what Griffin does, just look at that camera and smile (see above pictures of proof that Nolan listened)…..and you will receive a toy too!

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And by another Christmas miracle on that Thursday night, WE GOT THE PICTURE!!! No smiles, but no tears either.

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Here is a picture of the “official” picture.

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After much praise, we headed to the toy store for the promised bribe. Well worth it in my opinion.

Onward to the Trains at Northpark. Always a favorite!

Our next door neighbor pushing Griffin.

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Dinner and then letter writing at Macy’s.

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I believe we have finally turned a corner with Northpark Santa. It only took my mom and I seven years to master the “code” to making this as easy as possible. And now I actually may have no more years of tears by the boys (In a strange way it actually makes me sort of sad). I have no regrets about doing this year after year. I know I probaby pass 10 other Santa options on our way to this one, but I don’t care! I love this Santa. I love this tradition and love looking at my pictures by this Santa all in a row on my kitchen counter.  It makes me very happy.

Priceless.

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And I actually may finally get James to come with my mom and I again!

 

 

 

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