Unexpectedly excited to move into another rental

One of the many things which has been keeping me….occupied….is the bit where my family has to move this summer.  Our lease was up for renewal at the end of June, and our landlords wanted to not only raise our rent again, but to make us pay for water — the only utility currently covered under our lease.  See, when our water heated (not maintained since it was installed in the mid-80′s) recently broke and flooded our living room (“Are you sure you did not spill a bucket of water?” – landlady), they noticed that the water bill for this place was high.  Of course, they continued to overlook the fact that we’ve been telling them about multiple leaky faucets for four years.  Starting to get the picture?  Yeah, well….even if we weren’t still working on paying off our medical debt, this place….and those landlords….wouldn’t be worth paying even more.  I’ll spare you some empathy nightmares about things like mildewy carpeting laid directly over cracked concrete foundations, and kitchen drawers made out of cardboard (because unlike the wooden ones originally in there, the cardboard ones made at home at least slide in and out), and not bother going much further into that part of the story.

The trouble — well, the first trouble — of course, was finding somewhere to move TO.  Care of the aforementioned medical debt, our credit is still terrible and our savings wouldn’t buy a day’s groceries, so we’re not exactly in the position to buy a house yet.  As much as we’d hoped to not have to move again until it was into a place of our own, we were going to be stuck with at least one more rental.  The usual “fun” of having to rental-hunt was even more of a blast this time around, though, because apparently in the four years since we had to do it, the rental listings — across multiple sites — have been overtaken by scammers.  No, I will not drive by the outside of a house, ignore the realtor signs, fall in love with the outside, take your word for the fact that I’ll fall in love with the inside, send you a ton of personal information and money, and trust that you will send me the lease and the keys….all because you’re a God-fearing Christian working for some church/social service/educational program somewhere in Africa.  I got back many variations on that theme.  I also got some identically worded ones to the effect of, “I’m sorry for not replying sooner!  We thought we had the place leased, but the renter backed out at the last minute, so now we’re trying to get it leased ASAP.  You were the second to reply to the listing.  Now, I’m not going to answer any questions about the place until after I know you’re seriously interested in it, and I’m not even going to give you a vague idea of where it is.  Every time we have done that, the house was broken into.  So, please fill out this remarkably in-depth renter survey — which includes all your financial information, but don’t worry, we don’t actually care about your credit — and then after that, we’ll tell you where the house is, and arrange a viewing.”  Riiiiiigjht.  Nothing fishy there, either.  Point of fact, of the first 30 rental listings that were even potentially worth my responding to, 28 of them turned out to be scams, one was a real listing but wasn’t as advertised, and one just never got back to me.  The hunt continued in that vein, but after that I gave up counting.  Things were not looking good.

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While all this was going on, some local friends of ours were dealing with their own problem.  About two years ago they’d bought this fairly nice house and started fixing it up, but maybe six months ago the dad in the family got a job transfer opportunity he couldn’t turn down….in another state.  The mom and kids stuck it out here so that the kids could finish their school year, but in the meantime the family was split.  The dad was renting a whole house in the new state so that the family would have some place to all move into together ASAP, but it’s not like they’d counted on selling the house here, yet, or were prepared to do so even if it was anywhere close to a seller’s market.  They also didn’t want to be long-distance landlords to strangers, OR leave their property vacant for years.

If there’s music playing in your head….a sort of semi-conscious soundtrack accompanying the reading of this post….this is about where the tone of the music distinctly changes.

Yep — they offered to let us rent their house!  Granted, we can’t pay them as much as they are paying for their mortgage each month, but since right now they are paying for two houses and not getting ANY of that back in rent, they’ll still be a good bit ahead of where they are.  They get to leave their property in the hands of people they trust, and it frees them to bring their family back together.  If we hadn’t agreed to take their place, they were going to have to spend at least another year separated when they thought their time apart was possibly almost over.  The thought of that was intolerable, and, again, the alternate non-us alternatives were other kinds of exceedingly bad ideas.

We get to live in a much bigger and nicer property than our current one, for about $200 less per month than we’d be paying here if we renewed the lease here again.  We can quite possibly live here until we’re ready to buy our own home, assuming we don’t buy this place off of them once we’re in the position to do so.  We get landlords who are friends instead of slumlords.  (And they do have a set of their own parents local to here, to potentially serve and landlord-y middle-men if needed for arrangements in emergencies.)  We get to transition Ash into a new home that is at least familiar to him already, since he has played there a number of times.  We get to NOT have to hunt for rentals any more — a point of considerable note, since we’d found NO other viable options, and time was running out.  The new house is no further from Steffan’s workplace, although the commute will get slightly longer in the winter just because he’ll be taking a less direct route to spare our 4-wheel-drive-less car the worst hills.  The new house is only slightly further from a collective of grocery stores, hardware stores, etc., than our current one is.  We’ll no longer be right next to a park/playground and within-walking-distance-for-me-on-a-good-day of a library branch, but that makes less of a difference now that Ash is in school, and I’m not making near-daily use of both, all year long.  Also, whereas it used to only be inconvenient living next to a park on a few holidays and a smattering of random occasions throughout the year when people had some other excuse to party outside, the habits of our neighbors have been getting worse and worse.  This school year the spacial challenges of a kid with curb-to-curb busing on his IEP and a residence at the end of a dead-end-street (something we never thought of anything but the advantages of, before school busing snaffoos and flopped lawn sale attempts) were complicated further on a regular basis by a ridiculous number of cars parking illegally in the cul-de-sac at the end of the street — you know, the spot ANY vehicle not pulling into driveways not their own, let alone something the size of even a small school bus, needed for turning around.  This spring, and no doubt we can look forward to this into the summer, there has been a loud party going on in the park every Friday, Saturday and Sunday practically all day and night….and here and there, on other week-days as well.  So….no, we won’t really miss it quite the way we might once have expected.  Also, although we don’t know where Ash will be placed (it’s not like he goes to the school he’s zoned for, right now), there is a very good chance that his school will be within-walking-distance-on-a-good-day-for-me from home.  We’ll still have the curb-to-curb busing on his IEP because of Steffan’s variable schedule and my mobility issues, but it does improve the chances of, on those rare occasions when Ash gets really sick or something and needs to be picked up from school early, not needing to call Steffan at work, have him try and arrange for another manager to cover for him, have him drive to get Ash and bring him home, etc.  I also would have an easier time being able to volunteer / chaperone for his class, because I wouldn’t necessarily have to rely on Steffan being able to get the day off so that he could be the transportation.  There’s more about the school issue, below.  Eniways…

Both families get the satisfaction of helping the other out.  It works out pretty well for all.

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I won’t say that theirs is our dream house, but it’s a whole lot closer to it than the rental we’re in now.  We’ll probably have at least twice the useful space, for a start.  Part of that is due to the difference in square footage, part of that from the layout, and part from the fact that they have forced-air whereas this place has electric baseboard heaters….so we’ll only have to dodge little grates here and there, as opposed to losing entire walls because nothing can block the heaters, or even safely get too close to them without melting.  Their single-family is a “split level” deal.  If you come in the front door, the floor you’re on has the kitchen, dining room and living room, arranged in a rough sort of doughnut, so there’s pretty good visibility from one area to the next.  The kitchen has an impressive amount of cabinet space.  The living room is a fair bit smaller than the one we have now, but it won’t matter as much as it would otherwise, because we won’t have to use the living room for combined den space, play/therapy/homework space AND office/computer space.  If you go up a couple of steps, there’s a hall off of which are three bedrooms and the full bath.  The master bedroom will be ours.  One of the others will be Ash’s bedroom.  The third will turn into the office for all our computer-related things, our files, etc.  That one will probably be locked when not in use by one of the grown-ups, since Ash knows he’s not allowed to use the grown-ups’ technology unsupervised, and he usually has the self-control to follow the rules, but…  the play/therapy zone.  (Ash’s inflatable walled trampoline is dead again, so we’re debating whether we should get an actual mini-trampoline, and then get something like this — preferably while it’s still on uber-sale — for his ball pit.  Switching the use of one item back and forth would be nice to not have to do any more, and each of these separate things together would not take up THAT much more space than one giant inflatable walled bouncer.  Also, they’d be easier to stash away for temporary use of the space for other things, they won’t take several hours to inflate, and they aught to be harder to break constantly via hard-to-find leaks.  Ash doesn’t use the inflatable walls of his bounce-trampoline as much anymore for sideways crashing and for flipping over the sides, and since they always deflate almost immediately, it’s not like they are actually providing any safety over a wall-less bouncing surface. That ball pit thing should be compatible with his tunnel and his sensory hide-out tent….as in, they could be connected if we wanted them to be.  Admittedly it would be harder to bounce or to play in the balls WITH another kid at the same time, but that happens pretty rarely anyway, relative to his use of these things alone.  Also in this room, we’d put his book and toy shelves, his desk for arts and crafts, the ceiling-rig swing chair for spinning, etc.)

Oh, and their bathtub isn’t a comfort-molded hydrotherapy deal or anything, but it IS deep enough to actually soak in….again, a big step up from what we have currently, and a very happy thought since my 30-something little old lady’s body benefits greatly from soaks.

If you go down a few steps instead, you come to….well ok, here’s where I don’t have the layout totally straight in my head yet.  At one point there’s a half bath.  There’s a door that leads to the garage.  It’s a single-car garage, which is what we have now.  (Ours here acts primarily as storage space, as the workout zone, as well as a spot for the messier crafty projects, such as making castle beds.)  There’s a semi-finished basement split into two areas, one of which will hold our exercise equipment our computer/office area, and the other of which will hold the shelves for the grown-up library (we need to acquire a comfy chair and a small end table), with space in the middle that will get used for an air mattress for the occasional guest that would prefer not to be awakened by Ash bouncing into our living room and on top of them at 6am.  There’s another offshoot into a utility room where the water heater is, and the hook-up for our washer and dryer (conveniently, the only appliances they are taking with them are the only appliances we own).  Our chest freezer will probably end up in that space, too.  There’s also a fourth bedroom with a 3/4 bath directly off of it (shower stall, but no tub), that will end up turning into our studio space.

NOTE: Upon further reflection when we were just there for a birthday party, we don’t think that we can fit both the den space and the play/therapy/homework space in the living room.  So, we’ll have to make the living room just den space with a corner for Ash’s homework/project desk and a mini computer desk for him, and move his play/therapy area into the 3rd bedroom  up there, instead of making that our office.  That forces us to move our office downstairs, probably into the space we’d thought to use for the exercise stuff, and once again have THAT stuff set up in the garage.  I regret losing the notion of having our workout stuff in a more temperature-controlled area, and the notion of having no particular reason, for years to come, for Ash to ever have to go below living room level.  On the other hand, I like the idea of finally having our den space separated from the play/therapy zone.  I mean, sure, Ash will use the den space as well.  BUT, the living room won’t have to look like a grown-up space above a certain number of feet from the floor, and an aesthetically chaotic kiddie zone below that.  It will be far more relaxing for me.

I probably have the proportions wrong -- and left out details here and there -- but this is roughly the layout of the entry floor. The blue things are furniture we'd need to acquire somehow, to best use the space. In the alcove next to the coat closet, we should put some kind of low shoe shelving. We'll probably put our key hooks and maybe a few other hooks for hanging umbrellas, hats and scarves, on the wall above it. Against the back of the couch, we should create a sort of low wall of shelving. There would be slots for Ash's backpack and such, to hold the dictionary and things he uses for his homework, and probably some bins for holding seasonal toys that would be used outside but wouldn't stay out there. You know....here a bin of bubble stuff and sidewalk chalk, there a bin of water play things, over there a spot for helmets and pads. We also need a small wooden homework/computer desk and chair for Ash. We'll probably still use the little folding one in his play area, for doing crafty things on. It's great because you can change the angle of the top to either be flat or tilted, but the surface isn't big enough for him to, say, have the paper he's writing on, AND an open dictionary next to it -- and of course if you're changing the angle all the time, it doesn't work as a "station" for keeping the netbook he inherited from his "pretend big sister" for his own, custom-set-up use. Really, it could just be a table of the right size. There's a heating vent in the area, so we have to NOT block it.

The layout is going to take some getting used to, because it’s a very different division of space from what we’ve been living with since….well, more or less since the place we were in the process of moving into, when I had Ash.  (Well, we were SUPPOSED to still have two months!)  For the past four years in this last rental, almost all awake-time has been spent in one area of the house, because the living room was a den space, a play/homework/therapy space and an office space in one, and the eat-in kitchen was wide open to the living room, which the half bathroom and laundry area were also off of.  We’d head upstairs for baths and bedtime, but aside from that, most of the day, if at home, was spent moving together from one area of a single large space, to another.  I think this change could be good for us, organizationally, and I think it’ll be a nice change, aesthetically.  I think it’s coming at a good time, since Ash is only recently more able to navigate from one room to another and back again, with only minimal supervision (at least on most days).  Having the bedrooms as an offshoot from the communal living space instead of as their own private floor will feel a bit odd for a while, but probably won’t make as much difference as it feels like it will, because of things like the fact that side-to-side sound insulation tends to be better than up-down sound insulation, and because of the fact that we’re not giving up use of door locks.  Well in any event, it’s what is going to happen, so we’d best get used to it!

There are hardwood floors.  They are worn down hardwood floors, but I hardly care.  Oh, how we’ve missed wood floors, in our four years here with this horrible, semi-shag, 70′s brown, wall-to-wall carpeting!  Wood floors are so much easier and faster to keep clean and sanitary, and they are so much healthier for Steffan’s asthma.  Well ok, below living room level there are tile floors, but that’s still way breathing-friendlier than carpeting.

There’s a smallish front yard, a driveway that’s possibly two cars deep and three cars wide (nicer than our one-wide-but-three-deep driveway here, when it comes to unavoidable shoveling in the winter), a back porch, and a rather nice and oh-so-helpfully-mostly-FLAT back yard space.  We’re inheriting some fencing to help us enclose the back, since our yard here — which we enclosed via a rather patchwork combination of fencing types — is smaller.  We might use the wooden snow-fencing sections of our current fencing to create a visual border around the front yard that we can plant some partial-shade flowering vines on, and possibly use the plastic mesh parts of it to section off areas of the back yard space so as to, say, keep balls from being kicked into the garden zone.  We’ll probably do our gardening closer to the house in the back yard, both because there’s more sun there and because it aught to be easier to run a hose from wherever the spigot back there is bound to be.  We’re thinking of trying some flowers, as well as some herbs, fruits and vegetables.  I’d like to take our black raspberry bushes with us and plant them along one side — I’m hoping the transplant will go decently well, since the move this time should happen pretty much after they are done bearing fruit, so they aught to be starting to go dormant and can be cut down first.  I whimper at the thought of losing the bushes, because it took three years to start getting an awesome harvest from them, last time.  I’m also thinking of trying the trick where you staple weed fabric to the bottom of a wood pallet and then fill it with topsoil, to create a kind of self-contained gardening space for small plants in rows….and then letting strawberry plans get freely runner-happy within that.  I hear if you attach copper ribbon around the outside, it keeps slugs out.  Further towards the back of the yard, where there are more trees and shade, we can put the swing-set with its various attachments (sometimes I unhook a swing or two and hang a hammock or a pull-up bar or a board swing) and the sandbox.  If we ever nab one of those adjustable basketball hoops for Ash, we can put that there, too.  That leaves the middle of the yard for open space for running around, kicking balls, playing frisbee, setting up the kiddie pool or the sprinkler, etc.  There’s a shed in one back corner of the yard, too, in which we can keep the mower (we need a new one of those too, unfortunately….Steffan is eyeballing an electric model, because he doesn’t want to go with gas, but our purely-human-powered reel mower just isn’t going to….ha ha….cut it), the gardening tools, the pool and such when they are off-season, the rake, etc.  We wouldn’t want to put the snow shovels all the way out there, but the rest of it should be fine, and that’s less clutter in the multi-use garage.

The fact that the house is green doesn't hurt either. Oh yeah, and they are taking their big grill with them of course, but we got ourselves a $20 one that should do just fine, to replace the one we had that was mostly rusted through already when I rescued it from a curb a few years back. Hooray for being able to grill again! I don't know if they are taking their picnic table with them or not.

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The family that owns the house will be moving out during the first week in July.  That being the case, we had to get our current landlords to extend our lease THROUGH July.  Blessedly, their lack of thoroughness served us well for once, and they overlooked the part of the original lease which says that if we need a month-by-month lease renewal, we have to pay rent-and-a-half for those months….they just signed off on changing the end date of the current lease.  Ok, technically they could’ve done that because we gave them advanced warning, we’ve been here for four years already, and they decided to be nice.  There is far less precedent for that kind of behavior, however, than there is for them simply borking the job.  Eniways, the plan is for the other family to move out of the house during the first part of the week, and then for the dad to try coming back to clean up after them and to finish off necessary minor fixits before we move in, during the latter part of the week.  He’s not going to finish any major renovations or anything, but there are things like pulling up the old carpet and carpet staples from one of the bedrooms that hadn’t had the hardwood revealed yet, replacing two broken screens, and reconnecting the wiring that would allow us to have cable internet, because we’re not budgeting for FIOS and since the house was set up for FIOS, it can’t get DSL.  We’ll also finish any walk-through type things we aught to do, relating to those little details of a household that are useful to be aware of.

We’ll also come in around this time and start doing things like installing our fencing, transplanting berry bushes, and repainting the bedrooms.  We’re not going to invest in repainting everything, although they’d let us, but the bedrooms….yes.  For one thing, the two kids’ bedrooms upstairs are purple, and the one downstairs is a sort of lime green, and neither of those colors are quire relaxing enough on a wall for our needs.  We’ll probably make the one downstairs — the one that’s to be the studio — white, just to reflect light better.  The bedroom that’ll be Ash’s room will become light blue with a border of dark blue accented by glow-stars.  That’s what he wants, and played a part in his incentive to process the coming transition.  The bedroom that’ll be the play/therapy room will probably be plain white or pale blue, depending on what ends up making the most sense in terms of buying paint.  The master bedroom is currently painted white, so we don’t more-or-less-NEED to repaint it the way we do the purple and bright green rooms, but I’m so tired of the “rental-neutral” color scheme since that’s all we EVER lived with since getting the first place of our own over a decade ago….where everything is off-white with brown trim….that I think I’ve finally earned a bedroom I can paint marbled shades of pale sage and mossy greens.

Eniways, we’ll end up with 2-3 weeks to bring things over in small installments when we’re going over to the house to work on things, anyway.  I’d love to say that we can bring over a carload almost every day and have a whole lot less to do and need a smaller Penske truck to fit it on on the big moving day, but that probably doesn’t balance out against the gas cost of making that many extra trips, as much as we’d like for it to.  We’ll plan our big move — with the moving truck, and actually changing addresses — for the weekend of the 21st-22nd.  The aim will be to get the rest of the household shifted over, get everything into at least the right room, and get the major things set up.  With some things — like Ash’s castle bed — we’ll have no choice but to deal with take-down, move-over, and set-up-again all during that one day.  This leaves us slots around Steffan’s work schedule, during the last week of the month, to also come back here and do the final deep-cleaning, repainting of window trims that had paint ripped off by tape from having to seal plastic over the windows all winter, etc., before our lease here runs out.  We’d technically be in the new house for a week before the new lease would kick in for August, but that’s not a huge deal since we’re orchestrating all this with friends, and we can have the utilities and services transferred over whenever (or as close to whenever as we can get such things scheduled).  It will be quite a nice change to actually have a chance to clean and make hardware changes and such to a new place BEFORE moving into it, as well as to not have to deep-clean an old place while trying to move out of it.

It’ll be more complicated a process than simply settling our old things into a new place, of course.  Having just paid for a move and a moving truck and the painting supplies needed before rooms are full of stuff, it’ll be a while, for budget reasons if not also opportunity ones, before we can get all the new hardware, bits of furniture and shelving, etc, that we need to adapt and best make use of the difference in space (and in some cases, accommodate Ash’s changing needs).  I think we can make it work, though, and….with a little time….work pretty well.

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Now…

The biggest trick in all this, is that their house is in a suburb of the city we live in now, and that means a different school district.  Now, thankfully — and otherwise, we could not have responsibly gone with this plan, no matter the financial and spacial benefits — it’s another GOOD district for SpecialEd, with some comparable integrated programs and, as it happens, a larger budget.  We’re telling ourselves that all available evidence suggests the transition will be a positive one.  All the same, even if the new program meets or exceeds all of our expectations and hopes, there is the element of change to deal with.  Although Ash finished his conscious acceptance of the household move within a few hours of being told outright about it (we’d been building up to it for a while, as well)….once he knew it was a house he was already comfortable in, that THERE he could have his castle in a blue bedroom with glow-stars, and THERE we could, although we’d still wait for home-ownership for furrier pets, at least start him off by getting him a fish….the processing still took its toll, and we have been waiting to give that more time to sink in, before pointing out that he’ll also have to switch schools.  We’d like to think that the emotional transition won’t be as rough as it could be.  Ash has thus far lived in three houses over the course of his life, but only one within the past 4 years.  He has, on the other hand, already been in 3 schools over the past two years, because his (2 month long, half-day, special needs) pre-K summer program was in one school, his integrated K & 1st grade classrooms have been in another school, and the integrated summer program that he was in last year, was held in a third.  He’ll remember everything about and miss elements of and people in his old school, more than he’ll be upset about or shocked by getting to experience a new one.  Unfortunately, he will be starting from scratch when it comes to motor planning, sensory filtering, and his navigation of the school at large.  Now, his current program groups SpecialEd teachers, available classroom aids, and therapists by every two grades, so next year, even at the same school, he would’ve had a different GenEd teacher, a different SpecEd teacher, different aids in the room whether they were assigned to him or not, and a different ST, OT and PT.  (Granted, he ended up with a different Spec Ed teacher and only one of the same therapists between K & !st, anyway, just because of how things played out with kids who stayed behind, kids who graded-up, etc.)  His “specials” teachers — music, art, gym and library — might or might not have changed.  Some classmates would already have been familiar to him, the school administration would already have been familiar to him, and the general population of the school as a background to his day would already have been familiar to him, but the core of his “team” would have changed anyway.  I’d like to think he can maintain a friendship with some of the classmates he’ll be leaving behind, but that’s a whole ‘nother story.

We have his major major majorly important CSE meeting tomorrow afternoon.  There are going to be a HUGE number of people there:  myself and Steffan (until he has to leave for the end of Ash’s school day….which is also the first day back after a Memorial Day extended nearly-whole-week-off since they didn’t have any snow days this year, so think good thoughts for a first day back that pretty much everyone who regularly works with him, will be missing the end of), Ash’s GenEd teacher, his SpecEd teacher, his ST, his OT, his PT, his principal, one of his vice-principals, two school psychologists, a Special Education Liason, and by her own request, the assistant to the Director of Special Education for the district.  Issues debated will include an aid, ESY, playground accommodations, SAD therapy accommodation, therapy services, other tools, supplies and accommodations in general, and curriculum tweaks, in terms of both his challenges and his strengths, and also, of course, his IEP goals.  Ash’s SpecEd teacher is hopeful that learning about the transfer will make them more likely to honor his needs without the budget-based reserves that come with the expectation of having to PAY for what they agree his needs are.  Of course, we need lots of prayers not just that this CSE meeting goes splendidly, but also that it transfers smoothly over to the new school system (for which I also have to update his 20-page profile).

One of the trickiest of the tricky things is that logistics could interfere with even the smoothest and most acquiescing of CSE meetings and school system transfers, in terms of summer programming this summer.  The thing of it is that we’ll be moving, and Ash will be shifting between school systems, part-way through the summer, and probably part-way through any given summer program.  Things are further complicated by the fact that he needs to be bussed.  All things considered, we could use some extra, ESY-this-summer-specific prayers, too, because on top of all the usual reasons why summer programming is a very good idea for Ash, and ESY summer programming an even better one….orchestrating a move when he’s never out of the house, adds another layer of oh-dear-God entirely.

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And that, my friends, is the long and the longer yet actually shorter than it could be, of it.  Please light a mental candle, make a wish, think good thoughts, pray, or whatever your goodwill variant is.  All of this seems incredibly lucky, but we still need a lot of good luck to get through it well.

Adding to my resume as a professional amateur

I know you’re waiting for a post about Ash’s birthday party, but since I’m still collecting and editing the photos from you, you’re going to get another tangent in the meantime.  You won’t mind tooooooooooooooo too much, hopefully, since I am kind of proud of it.  Well, the content of it.  You’ll see.

Ok, so remember when I posted a photo of the ‘special interest’ cake that I made for Ash’s 7th (yet first, in a way) birthday party?  It was kind of a birthday post teaser with the excuse of being for my last, actually-got-it-up-amidst-the-chaos Wordless Wednesday.  I was pretty damn proud of that dragon cake.  I AM pretty damn proud of that dragon cake.  He had requested, “A chocolate dragon cake shaped like the real thing, that looks like a purple dragon with blue and green polka-dot scales all over.”  He was also rather intent on the fact that Mommy was going to be the one to make it, so what was a Mommy to do?!

Short Answer: Overachieve!  ;-D

Longer Answer: Spend about 7 hours total, making the cake and its components….which, since I’d never made the like before, and considering the number of scales applied, really isn’t too bad. The body was made from two round cakes (Devil’s Food chocolate), cut, arranged and trimmed to give the dragon its shape. Layers were glued together with strawberry preserves. Then the outside got painted with chocolate frosting, so that the “skin” could stick on — that was homemade marshmallow fondant, colored with Wilton icing pigments. The fondant was used for the skin, scales, the white parts of the eyes, and the nose. The pupils were chocolate chips pushed in point-first, and the nostrils were jelly beans. The claws, tail-tip, spikes, wings, horns and funky dragon eyebrows were made from chocolate. I just got one package of white melting chocolates, used the pigments to color different portions of it, roughly painted the desired shapes, via chopstick, onto some wax/parchment paper, let it re-harden, and there you had it. Unfortunately, I had to patch a horn with fondant and move the wings back so they were partially supported by the hind legs, after things got a little roughed up in transit. The dragon lies on its hoard of “gold” chocolate coins, curled around its clutch of foil-wrapped candy eggs. It’s on a saran-wrapped cutting/draining board, because that’s what I had that was big enough, and already clean, and I was in a hurry to get a ridiculous number of scales stuck on.

Credit goes to Steffan for helping me get the fondant kneaded in the first place, and to Ash’s “AuntieTora” for helping me knead the pigments in later on, sparing my wrists some strain.  Tora also sat there with me for a few hours and made tiny balls of scale-colored fondant, to speed up my process of making the scales.  Still, the cake was all-me enough that I don’t feel like I cheated on Ash’s request, and yes, I am damn proud enough of that thing, to say so again. Sure, I can pick out things that could look better, that I would’ve done differently or more effectively or more elaborately.  Sure, it pales in comparison to some of the professional dragon cakes you can find if you brace yourself and then do a google image search for “awesome dragon cake” — although to be fair to myself, I think it looks cooler than a lot of the cakes that also appear as results of that search, that were done off the same base model that I spring-boarded off of.  In any event, for an amateur with no special training or tools or practice or anything, I think I made a pretty spiffy dragon.

It certainly made an impression at the party!

Thus far, I’ve at least looked through 3 out of the 4 sets of photos I know were taken at the big event, and am stuck reeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaally hoping that somewhere in that last set is a good photo captured when Ash first saw his completed cake.  ::sigh::  At least I have the memory.  ::laughs::  He was actually stunned enough that what I suppose I’m really hoping for is a photo of the moment AFTER he first saw the cake, because it took him a bit of processing what he was seeing, before he reacted.  Heehee.  And oh, almost all of the boys at the party were oh-so-disappointed that knight-dressed Ash would neither make a big show of slaying the dragon, nor let them be the one to decapitate it!  In fact, Ash, who has no concept of torture, insisted that the cake be eaten tail-first, because it seemed both kinder, and to preserve this new dragon of his longer.  (And yes, I was relieved that he did not backpedal on his acceptance of the fact that a dragon CAKE is meant to be EATEN, not preserved as a keepsake toy or decorative item.)

That actually leads me one step closer to the tangent that prompted this post.  See, Ash’s Auntie L-, my sister-in-law, does fancy baking professionally.  When she’s not indulging nieces or nephews with birthday cupcakes, she’s making things like wedding cakes.  It’s a recent business but it’s been picking up speed, and with good reason.  She’s taken the classes, she’s gotten the books and tools, she’s practiced and improvised and gotten really GOOD.  Good enough that I felt a little bit bad about taking her up on the offer of birthday cupcakes again this year, even if, yeah, she always does do it for her sister’s kids, and for her and my BIL S-’s friends, etc.  There’s a part of me that still felt like it had to lead to commissions from parents of party-attending kids, for it to be worth her while.  Regardless of how it got there, it’s still my baggage, and I’ll own that.  Eniways, I did take her up on her offer, figuring that it might be a good idea to have something in an alternative flavor, for kids (or sticking-around-ing parents) who don’t like chocolate.  It happens.  So, pending her agreement, I requested vanilla-with-strawberry-filling cupcakes (since Ash likes that flavor combination too), decorated with either green dragons or blue castles resting on cupcake-mounds-turned-hills-of-grass.  Lucky me, one of her books had gum paste castles and dragons in it — proving yet again that although Ash’s special interest isn’t the most mainstream obsession for little boys right now, it’s not impossible to find if you look!  Yay!  Well, L- made them (along with a few that had crowns on them, instead), and they were SO CUTE.  I mean, seriously, look at these fabulous cupcakes!  There’s a lot of detail there!

I told her that if she could make them from gum paste she could make them from clay, and should consider doing so!

Here’s where it gets a bit weird for me, though…

Her cupcakes weren’t exactly dismissed, but by all accounts from kids, parents, and other present adults, they were overshadowed by my dragon cake.  I mean, even by people who had no idea that I’d made one and not the other, or either of them, and had any reason to want to make the exhausted Mommy feel that little extra bit better.  I’d be all, “Ash’s Auntie made these cupcakes, aren’t they awesome?!”  The response would inevitably be something like, “Wow, yeah, those are really cute….but OH MY GOD WHO MADE THAT CAKE?!?!!”  Cell phones were snapping pictures.  One mom posted a blurry picture of my cake on FaceBook, and about 60 strangers had left “likes” and comments going ga-ga over it, by the time I was even home from the party and glanced at the computer.  I quite possibly managed to stay awake only because all of the blood was rushing to my head while I blushed through all this.  Most people ate their way through the cake first, and then a number of the boys asked if they could also have a cupcake….it turned out that they wanted the chance to decapitate a dragon!  (::shakes head, laughing::  And hey, while we’re laughing at gender clichés, I should point out that most of the little girls were asking if they could take a piece of the dragon’s gold.)

Let me reiterate: I am grateful for the cupcakes, which I thought were yummy and looked awesome.  Ash, and everyone else, agreed.  Major props to my SIL.  What gets me is that you’d EXPECT her to earn props, as it were.  She’s the professional.  You would not….or at least I would not….expect me, the amateur on my first try here, to earn MORE props from people for my work than she did for hers, let alone without even earning them because my work WAS coming from an amateur.  Yes, I am capable of baking yummy things.  Yes, I’m crafty in general.  That doesn’t mean I know what the hell I’m doing when it comes to specialty, decorative, sculptural, baked goods.  Except….apparently I can fake it really well.

Here’s where it gets even stranger for me…

There was a supportive push for me to think about NOT being an amateur.  Several friends suggested submitting a photo of my work to certain shows (seriously….it’s not THAT good by a long shot!), or at least certain websites, before someone else did it.  Several friends said that if I lived close enough to them, they’d totally have me make special birthday cakes for their kids.  One of the moms at the party kept telling me what kind of price tag she’d expect and accept, on a cake like the one I’d made.  And, of course, I attempted to take this in graciously, but brushed it all off in favor of being relieved that I wouldn’t have to bake anything elaborate again for a good, long while.  I mean, the majority of the time, I can’t even get my body through preparing a simple meal, and if Steffan also happens to be too tired and/or ouchy and/or sick to cook or even assemble some basic edible, we simply don’t eat.  So, in the wake of a 7 hour cake project, I declared a number of times that I was not going to be making any more cakes, any time soon.  I meant it when I said it.  It was not meant to be a challenge.  With a professional fancy-baker in the family, the only family members who would want me to make a cake for them are my immediate family members, and lo and behold, we’d just gotten through the run of OUR birthdays.  I had a year’s reprieve from trying to do (let alone try to out-do!) that again, and I was glad and grateful for it, despite my pride over what I’d managed.

And then, I got a call from the aforementioned mom.  She’d been gushing about my dragon cake to her sister, who was now interested in hiring me to make the cake for the upcoming birthday party of A-‘s cousin.  Would I be willing to talk with her?

I was nearly speechless, though not so much so that I couldn’t laugh at myself.

A-’s cousin is having a 9th birthday party today.  It’s luau-themed.  And yes, I made the cake.  It took me about 10 hours (including some experimentation time, which was part of the deal since she wanted me to make something I’d never made before) and I’m still paying a hefty price, physically, but after needing to buy 3 tires and patch another the same week earlier this month that we paid rent, I was not in a position to turn down the commission.  Oh, if she’d wanted something covered with gum paste hibiscus flowers or something like that, well, I’d have had to pass it on….ideally, to my SIL.  She liked the idea of a “birthday island” type deal, though, when I started giving her ideas about the kinds of cake I thought I’d be able to make.  She liked the idea of sticking a shining, red, number-shaped candle at the top of an exploding volcano — which is why there’s as much lava as there is — and of having palm trees and sand and assorted other things that one might not necessarily expect to be edible decorations.  That, I thought I could pull off.

Since she came a little too close to running off the road a few times because she couldn’t stop staring at the cake I’d made for her, I guess I DID pull it off.

Welcome to Birthday Island!

The palm trees growing on Birthday Island have pretzel rod trunks, chocolate coconuts, and fondant leaves.

The sand on Birthday Island is a mixture of grushed cinnamon grahm crackers and edible, gold-colored sugar, stuck with a thin frosting wash to colored fondant. It sparkles just a bit, like real sand does.

A thin coating of blue glitter gel icing over irregularly pigmented fondant, gives the river/waterfall flowing down Birthday Island a liquid gloss.

Yes, I’m pretty proud of myself again.  I improvised the concept and the creation, and I think it came out rather well….as well as fairly close to some professional models, apparently.  (In fact, the woman who commissioned the cake reports that similar cakes from a professional bakery, “Start at $500,” so with this one costing her a little less than half that, including the grocery bill, I think we both made out pretty well.)  The island is constructed from three layers of homemade funfetti cake (vanilla cake, with flower-shaped sprinkles of assorted pasted colors, scattered throughout the batter).  Vanilla frosting infused with hazelnut extract and turned pink with Wilton no-taste red icing pigment, glues things together.  The fence is made from wafer cookies filled with chocolate-hazelnut cream, and stuck in place by the aforementioned frosting, sans-pigment.  Ice cream sugar cones give the volcano / mountain peaks their base form — they are covered with fondant and have a chocolate lava flow, although the peak of the volcano is plugged with fondant so that it’s easy to stick in a candle.  Homemade marshmallow fondant also makes the grass, the base for the sand and for the water, the leaves on the palm trees, and the writing.  The palm tree trunks are made from mini pretzel rods, and they have chocolate coconuts.  The sand is made from crushed cinnamon-grahms, and edible, gold-colored sugar.  The water has an overlay of blue glitter gel icing.  The rocks are a combination of chocolate-covered malt balls and just chocolate, partially melted, molded, and then given some extra pigment.  It all aught to satisfy her daughter’s sweet tooth!

This time, though, I’m serious.  Really, really, in a stick-to-it-no-matter-how-enticing-the-payment, sort of way.  No more cakes.  Not for at least a few months, anyway.  We have to move in a few months, Ash has a CSE meeting coming up later this month….I’ve got other things I need to do, right now.  This wasn’t something I was planning on doing, anyway!  I was giving out my SIL’s business info, not expecting to get business for doing the same kind of thing, myself!  In fact, I’ve resisted posting my triumph on FaceBook, because I don’t want to risk it getting weird with my SIL.

…But yeah, I’m kind of proud of myself.

 

Wordless Wednesday: special interest birthday cake

Ash asked, "For Mommy to make a chocolate dragon cake shaped like the real thing, that looks like a purple dragon with blue and green polka-dot scales all over." Thankfully, my kid brings out the over-achiever in me.

NOTE: For more information on how the cake was made, look here…

A first experience dying Easter eggs

About a week before Easter, we had a couple of “narrow escapes” on behalf of the fact that Ash felt the need to “check” the eggs in the fridge, “To see if they were ready to be dyed for Easter yet.”  Obviously, he was going to have his first experience dying Easter Eggs this year, and that was that.  Naturally, this became a complicated thing for me, as much because I’m me, as because he’s him.  I didn’t have time to seek out a non-perishable alternative that could be decorated in the same way (yes, I know there are many ways to decorate eggs, but he wanted to try DYING them), the smell of hard-boiled eggs has always been an immediate and severe gag trigger for me, and I also really, really, reaaaaalllllllllly was hoping to be able to keep Ash’s first-ever Easter Eggs, too.  So, I taught myself how to blow-out eggs, and practiced until I was confident that I could do it without breaking them.  (In the end, with the help of a thumbtack to make the holes and a nasal bulb for the blowing, I could have an egg sitting on our drying rack in about 2 minutes.)  Since Ash would want to share the activity with us, Steffan and I could dye the eggs that had already been blown out — since we are more capable of handling them without breaking them — and Ash would dye the at-least-significantly-less-fragile raw eggs, and I’d blow them out afterwards.  It’s not as if we wouldn’t be right there on hand to help anyway, so that would be good enough when it came to any potential mishaps with the raw eggs.

The evening before Easter, Ash got his chance…

I showed Ash more or less how these things work, and then he gave it a go by himself.

I had actually put him in one of his plentiful white undershirts, intentionally, just to find out how much dye ended up on it. Can you believe that it remained completely white?!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ok, so we were a little surprised that we didn't have any broken raw egg emergencies.

A watched egg never dyes?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Waiting for eggs to get to the color you want, is haaarrrrrddddd!

After a little while, Ash no longer had the motor control to handle things by himself, so he "helped" me follow his instructions when it came to what to do with the eggs.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

These were Ash's eggs, drying a bit after their first round of being colored. Note that he decided to make them all various shades of blue, green, and purple.

This was the first egg that was almost completely done.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The following are the eggs that Ash made this year — with a little motor help, but no artistic guidance — his first-ever dyed Easter Eggs.  Are they not GORGEOUS?!  I am so glad I planned things so that they could become keepsakes.  At this point I just have to find my spray-shellac, give them a few coats, and then use bead caps over the ends to protect the holes from being snagged and chipping further.  They did lose some of their vibrancy because of having to be blown-out AFTER being dyed, unfortunately.  It wasn’t being cleaned/rinsed that did it, it was stray egg that got on the shell while being blown.  You know how being “egged” is horrible for cars, houses, etc?  Well, that’s because egg is pretty darn good at stripping surface coloring.  :-P   I’d forgotten about that.  Next year, perhaps I’ll experiment with shellacking the dried, dyed eggs BEFORE blowing them out.

Blue/Green/Purple Egg -- View 1

Blue/Green/Purple Egg -- View 2

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Blue/Green/Purple Egg -- View 3

Blue Marbly Egg -- View 1

Blue Marbly Egg -- View 2

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Blue Marbly Egg -- View 3

This one was a really rich, mossy, loamy, forest-shadows green, before it faded.

 

This one had a kind of turquoise/green/yellow ombre fade thing going.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This one reminded me of a piece of turquoise.

This one....was just sort of Robin's-Egg-Blue. Ash had run out of spoons for involved dye jobs, so a blue egg was good enough for him!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The morning after Easter, Ash told me that he’d dreamed about dying eggs.  I guess this tradition is a keeper.  ;-)

Soft™Clothing alternative tactics customized shirt review

Ash tugs at and fidgets with his socks, after pushing his standard-jeans pant legs up and down and up and down. At no time did he fuss with his shirt, though.

About two years ago, I was  lucky enough to review Soft™Clothing’s nautical striped tee and their “jeans”.  Far more recently, I was lucky enough to review a pair of their seamless underwear — and am currently running a GiveAway of a 3-pack of the same.  It doesn’t end there, though.  Oh no no no no no.  See, so long as my brain is working, I go through life thinking things like, “Well yes, that’s splendid, but what if…?!”  Admittedly, sometimes that is not a good thing.  Other times, though, the most marvelous things can be thunk, when you’re thinking outside the box.  I know I sound like Dr.Seuss, but bear with me.

The thing is, Soft™Clothing has proven to be an excellent resource when it comes to wardrobing kids with Sensory Processing Disorder.  The OTHER thing is that the overwhelming majority of people with Autism Spectrum Disorder, also have at least some degree of SPD.  The OTHER OTHER thing is that people with ASD….especially kids with ASD….are known for being finicky about more than just how their clothes fit and feel.  Some might be satisfied if everything they wear is a certain color.  Others might only be willing to put clothes on if the clothes cater to their obsessive, passionate interests.

Go ahead, try to find clothes in the right size, fit, texture, style, color AND design that caters to your child’s veeerrrrryyyyy specific wants and needs.  Now try to do so without breaking the bank, the clock, or what passes for your sanity.  If you’re the caretaker of a child with ASD and SPD, you’re probably laughing/screaming/crying along with me, right now.

Ash isn’t as “bad” about this as many of the special needs kids I know in his diagnostic category, but he does have his themes, as it were, and once he started taking an interest in what he was wearing, he started wanting more and more of it to reflect those themes.  He would sometimes ask to wear a specific shirt, and that shirt would not necessarily currently exist in his wardrobe, or perhaps even in stores from which I might shop to accommodate the wish for his wardrobe.  What would follow would quite possibly be a meltdown, during which he certainly wouldn’t make any progress towards getting dressed in anything he did have as an option.  Now, I’m not saying that that’s ok, or that we’re letting Ash think that’s ok.  On the other hand, I’m not saying a little preemptive damage control is never welcome, either.

When I was offered the seamless underwear for review, I asked if I might also review a shirt for the express purpose of testing out how well it would take an iron-on fabric transfer.  See, those little beauties allow you to print out any design you have the whiles to come up with, and stick it more-or-less-permanently on fabric.  The end result isn’t as tactile-unobtrusive as something which is screenprinted, but, honestly, it’s a lot less stiff and annoying than many professionally manufactured shirts and such, with different kinds of appliques on them.  I’ve been using them lately, along with cotton t-shirts from DollarTree, to make Ash special-occasion-gift shirts for things like Valentine’s Day and St. Paddy’s Day.  Admittedly, I’ve designed those shirts to be wearable on more than just their source holidays, but, 100% cotton though they might be, they still aren’t comfortable enough for Ash to want to wear them regularly.  So it is that my mind held certain things — many of them involving dragons — in reserve for shirts like the ones from Soft™Clothing.  If THOSE shirts — already proven in so many ways (reflected in my review of the t-shirt and the accolades to them revisited in my review of the underwear) — could take a transfer well, I could end up with the ultimate, customized shirts for Ash.  Moreover, I could let you all know that, so long as you have an inkjet printer and an iron, you could end up with the ultimate, customized shirts (or whatever) for YOUR kids, too.

If CafePress let me stick the kinds of things I come up with onto Soft™Clothing items, I’d be oh so happy to reap the varied kinds of reward, lemme tell ya….but in the meantime, at least I could do this for myself.

This is the product image off the company website. The grey is sort of a light-medium grey in darkness, and the blue is a sort of cross between robin's-egg blue and turquoise.

In any event, Jessica from Soft™Clothing loved the idea of my test, and so I got two shirts to play with for purposes of the review.  Unfortunately, because of the season, they didn’t have anything in stock at the time, in the size and color combinations I was most interested in — because I already had design-transfers in mind — but I wasn’t about to let that stop me.  I ended up with a Medium in the Grey Heather/Blue Danube Two-Tone Raglan Long-Sleeved Tee, and a Medium in the Heather Grey Soft Sensory Tee.  Ash wasn’t especially fond of the raglan’s color scheme, so I set that one aside to test out how it took dye.

This shows the raglan given one dye job with cheap-o RIT dye in forest green, and, for contrast, the seamless underpants that are almost exactly the blue that the sleeves started off as.

Predictably for a 100% cotton shirt, the fabric took the dye as well as could be expected for the quality of the dye used.  I did get a very even color, which speaks well of the shirts as a starting point for more invested dye jobs.  As you can tell from the photo, the dye does NOT “take” on the thread used, which serves as a reminder that even “100% cotton” shirts don’t use 100% cotton thread.

I haven’t yet come up with the right transfer graphic to take advantage of this slightly odd end-result color combination, so this shirt might eventually get a transfer, or might end up getting a second dye job with some more potent black aniline dye that will “take” thoroughly on the whole shibang.

The grey tee was easier to tackle as originally intended.  I decided that since I hadn’t ended up with one of the “summer wash” tie-dye shirts to add a funky black dragon silhouette to, to make it look like, say, the dragon was breathing fire at the bottom of the shirt….or just one in plain navy, since Ash is big on blue and there are plenty of dragon graphics I’ve got waiting behind the scenes, that would coordinate with it….I would make the most of the unplanned color of what came, and come up with something that would not only work well on it, but really push the limits of the experiment.

If the fabric could hold a transfer carefully cut into all those fiddly little spikes, curves, points and edges, it could hold any transfer.

Ash’s favorite shirts tend to have one of a few things in common.  If they don’t have dragons or some other strong interest on them, they pay tribute to how cute he is, his impishness, or some other prized quality of his personality.  Since he can read, words are more than welcome.  With Ash having recently begun to experience bullying because of his differences, I thought I’d make him a shirt that stressed how distinctive he is, in a more positive light.

For size reference, this is a photo of the entire, not-exactly-laid-down-evenly shirt with the transfer on it. Trust me, those fiddly bits were fiddly!

I could not have been more impressed by the way that the shirt took the transfer.  The fabric is so smooth, I don’t think that any adhesive micrometers went to waste.  Washing the garment inside-out in cool water and drying it inside-out as well….as per transfer paper instructions….the shirt has thus far made it through somewhere around 4 wearings during the day and 3 wearings during the night, as well as the wash-and-dry following each of those, plus one before it the transfer-applied shirt was ever worn.  There has been no bubbling or lifting of the transfer.   Furthermore, the transfer has managed to stick that well to the front of the shirt, without any of the fabric adhesive going THROUGH the fabric.  That tells me that the weave is not only smooth, soft, and lightweight, but also very tight.  Even with the transfer applied, Ash finds this shirt more comfortable to wear than unadorned, standard cotton t-shirts.

In fact, this became one of Ash’s favorite shirts, the first time he discovered it.  “Mommy, this shirt is like my soft, stripy shirt!” he said, as he flicked through his closet to choose what he would wear the next day.  Yes, you really can feel the difference between these shirts and the average cotton shirt, at one touch.  Well, as Ash pulled it free of its hanger, he realized what the design was, and then he was even happier.  “Mommy!  This shirt talks about how I’m not BORING!!”

Homework time is full of potential triggers, but feeling physically comfortable always helps keep the mood light!

Ash wore the shirt all day that day — which happened to be a Saturday.  Not once did he twist it around him.  Not once did he tug on the collar until it distended enough to get yanked down over his shoulders as he pulled at it.  Not once did he lift it up over his stomach.  Even if it got a splatter of water on it when he washed his hands, he didn’t want it changed for a “dry” shirt.  He wanted to sleep in it that night, and since it didn’t appear to even be sweaty, I let him.  He took it off the next morning only after getting me to promise….and this should sound familiar….that I would put it in the laundry so that he could wear it again to bed that night.

The shirt is comfortable enough to sleep in, even when he's being so tactile that he wraps himself up entirely in super-plush blankets.

He even checked up on my laundry duties several times that Sunday, to make sure I didn’t drop the ball.

Now, normally Ash takes off whatever he was wearing at night, in the morning, before changing into his new clothes for the day.  This is not just a practical habit we’ve tried to instill in him, it’s part of his ROUTINE.  On Monday morning, however, he specifically called out instructions to not enter his room until he finished getting dressed.  Steffan, who was taking over get-him-ready-for-the-bus duties that morning, never thought to check for the night-worn shirt in the laundry pile, and wonder why it wasn’t there.  Ash had –  in defiance of his own routines, the high temperatures that day, and what in most other tees would have been a night’s accumulation of sweat — decided to be sneaky and keep the shirt on, layering the t-shirt which had been chosen for that day, the night before, over it.

On Monday afternoon, upon my suggestion that it was perhaps too warm to stay wearing two layers, Ash finally took off the OTHER shirt, and left the soft -- and STILL impressively un-sweaty -- one on.

He has worn it, as noted, a number of times since then.  He has worn it at home, worn it at school, worn it out and about, worn it to bed.  He is quite in love with the thing, which is pretty impressive since it is neither blue nor emblazoned with a dragon.  I can definitely tell you that I’ll be hoping to win Soft™Clothing shirt giveaways that other bloggers host, so that I can make Ash a heck of a lot more special shirts that delight his personality as much as his sensory needs.  I can also tell you that the Soft™Clothing shirts aced the test I gave them, and I thoroughly recommend taking advantage of them as a medium on which to create perfectly personalized shirts for your sensory kids.

A brownie AND an awesome shirt?! Man, life is good.

Five out of five stars on the iron-on-transfer front.  Four out of five stars on the unplanned dyeability angle, and that’s only because the synthetic thread doesn’t “take” the cheap dye most of us can afford.  (Granted, cotton sewing thread is generally only sold for decorative quilt stitching for a reason….it simply isn’t as strong as synthetic threads.)  I should add the disclaimer that I used a particular kind of fabric transfer paper — which is text-linked in this review — so results might vary if you use other brands.  I got better results on this shirt than any other shirt I’ve used this particular transfer paper on, though, which makes the Soft™Clothing shirts doubly perfect for this purpose.

All of these photos were taken on different days. Here, Ash is part-way through his bedtime routine, but asked me to take a picture of him in his shirt.

It's just so cool, he can't believe it!

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St. Patrick’s Day, 2012

Ash watches, through the conveniently located bubbles, as his bath water turns green.

Last Thursday, Steffan put out this little, “stone-cast” style statue of St.Patrick that he’d found at a thrift shop a while back.  He asked Ash if he knew who it was.  Nope.  He asked Ash if he could recognize what the man was holding.  Nope.  He told him to think about how it would be green, if it wasn’t a statue.  (It is a shamrock.)  Nope.  It relates to the holiday that’s coming up on Saturday….

“Ohhhhh!” said Ash, “It’s a statue of a LEPRECHAUN!”

Nope. ;-)

Steffan then went on to try some clarification.  He told Ash that it was Saint Patrick, the man that the holiday was named after.  They looked up “saint” in Ash’s dictionary, but he was still a bit confused, so Steffan paraphrased things into a Saint being someone who loves other people, and God, above and beyond the level most people do.  Of course, the history lesson gets a bit more complicated, care of the fact that what St.Patrick is most famous for, directly relates to how he most certainly didn’t love ALL people.  Y’know, like the “snakes”….aka those pesky, Nature-worshiping Druids. *ahem*  Eniways, as he was unsure how to go about the next chapter in that lesson-book, as it were, Steffan left things there for the time being.

Naturally, that backfired in an amusing way.

Just so you know, “Saint Francis was a saint because he loved all the animals and was really nice to them.” (We have a small, St.Francis birdbath in the yard.)  Also….“Saint Patrick was a saint because he loved all the leprechauns.”

Can you tell that Ash is a bit leprechaun-obsessed, this year?

Last night he told me that today we’d need to look for rainbows, because he had to catch a leprechaun so that it could tell him where to find the pot of gold.  What did he plan to do with the gold?  Was he going to use it to buy something?  No, he thought maybe he was going to keep all of it, because it was shiny.  (What?  MY little dragon?!)  I told him that in most of the Lore, leprechauns don’t exactly appreciate being trapped by people who want to take their gold, and tend to use magic tricks to get away and teach the humans a lesson.  Did he think it was a good idea to get in trouble the day before his friend’s birthday party, because he wanted to take something from someone else and keep it all for himself?  “Welllll you’re right,” he conceded, “I guess I’ll give one of the gold to A- for her birthday then, and the leprechaun will see that I am nice.”

Mmmmyeah, we’ll work on it.

Today’s non-stop adventures — which began a bit before 7am and after I’d had only two hours of sleep (possibly because those were the first two hours in which Ash actually slept quietly, himself, or possibly because at that point my body simply didn’t care what I thought my Mommy duties were) — have had several holiday-themed things scattered through them.  A bath in green water….care of one yellow and then one blue color fizz tab (a Christmas present previously featured here)….was the extra incentive for staying still through a hair trim.  Ash got to wear a new shirt I made him last night.  (He asked me to surprise him with a special shirt, the way I had for Valentine’s Day.  Thank goodness for DollarTree t-shirt selections, and iron-on printer paper!)  A couple of hours later, the shirt needed to go into the laundry as the result of Ash’s sudden and overwhelming urge to do a bouncy dance while in the middle of drinking (occasionally, I miss the days when he hadn’t yet graduated from AutoSeal cups, to standard ones)….but he accepted the temporary substitution of a far more boring, green t-shirt, given the fact that the stripy green shirt he’d picked out himself recently was in the laundry since he wore it to school yesterday, and his green sweater (which was another thrift store find and originally grey, but mommy sees 100% cotton and thinks, “Dye!”) was being saved for later.  I also had to promise to wash today’s special t-shirt, tonight, so he could go back to wearing it tomorrow, when he went to his friend’s party.

This is the graphic I put together, for his shirt.

Let’s see….oh, there was also listening to some Celtic music of a few styles, dancing along with (our old VHS of this performance of) Riverdance, innumerable rainbow-checks, multiple confirmations that, yes, he was doing a VERY GOOD JOB today, and was definitely earning his Leprechaun Fizz treat tonight, so far…

There was a holiday-prompted inchstone, too!  For the very first time ever….and not for lack of opportunities….Ash pushed through his sensory issues on behalf of his interest, and had his face painted!  (Really, it was the first time he had his SKIN painted.  He’s had the option of having something done on his hand before, if he didn’t want it on his face.)  He wanted a shamrock on his cheek, and he wanted it to be a four-leaf lucky one, and he wanted it to be green, and he wanted it to sparkle, and he didn’t just want it to be a sticker, either.  Alllllllllrightythen.

Ash shows off his shamrock.

I didn’t have any face paints anyway because he’s only recently changed his outlook on them, so I took a toothpick (he warned me to be careful and gentle, because it looked sharp, and then accepted that, since he’d called my attention to the issue, there’d be no problem) and used it to draw the shape on him with green glitter nail-polish.  Then I colored it in with DollarTree green eyeshadow, put a little clear nail-polish topcoat over it, used the hair dryer on low to dry things, and….there you had it.  An improvised job, but it made him happy.  He did an excellent job standing still and not touching it.  Actually, it stayed on his cheek until he asked me to remove it, at bedtime!

Later, we'd make corned beef. At this moment, it seemed we had a little ham. ;-)

Of course, once the special shirt I’d made him had to be swapped for a plain green shirt, he had the extra face-painting-incentive of needing to replace the lucky shamrock….after all, he was aiming to catch a leprechaun!  I mean, he’d been talking for a while about how I was going to paint a shamrock on his cheek, but now he really had to go through with it.  Blessedly, he also kept up his enthusiasm for this latest bit of magic, all day, without ending up upset that it came to naught.

I guess next year I need to be one of those parents that rig something for this holiday, too.  Maybe I’ll find a pretty, prismatic suncatcher, and have him help me hang it so that the little rainbows it makes on the wall, will lure a leprechaun over.  Then, when Ash isn’t looking, I can leave little glittery green footprints and an “accidentally dropped” gold coin.  Hmmm….yes, that could work.

Ok, not QUITE Irish. A lot closer than most of the Irish-for-a-day in the USA, though. I thought about putting something more like this on his shirt, but then I had flashbacks to the years when complete strangers, wherever we went, would quite regularly try to grab Ash without permission -- or even warning -- to hug and kiss him. Sometimes one would try to glomp him AS I'd be whipping him away from someone else. Of course, HE didn't mind one bit, but I had several reasons to be a bit concerned by the societal expectation that any child of a certain caliber of cuteness, is now public property.

Any way, that’s the sort of way that the day went.  There were some things we didn’t end up doing, but what we did do, worked out well.  We managed to do all of the things (excepting ACTUALLY catching a real leprechaun) that Ash really, really wanted to do, so that’s the big thing.  This was the first year that he was involved in celebrating St.Paddy’s at all, beyond some school crafts, and holidays are always….a process.

The climax of the planned day was to, after Steffan got home from work, all change into our green sweaters, and take a family photo for the holiday.  Ash apparently agrees that only one decent photo of all three of us together, a year, isn’t really enough.  Plus, he’s been really into the idea of matching, lately.  Well, we got the photo, though unfortunately it kind of sucks.  I mean, it WOULD be a really cute photo of us, I think, except for the fact that, even after using my Photoshop-fu, it’s still a crappy photo.  The lighting just wasn’t good enough by the time Steffan got home….apparently it was just bright enough that the flash didn’t feel a need to go off, but too dim to get anything but a super grainy shot in which you can’t even TELL we’re all wearing green.  Boo.  (So yes, if you’re one of my many friends getting brand new DSLRs and even pocket-variety digital cameras, lately, I am happy and excited for you, but also jealous.)

We're all wearing green sweaters. I have a Celtic-knotwork St.Brighid necklace on. As is holding his new, shamrock-printed, green mug full of frothy "Leprechaun Fizz"....just take my word for it.

Ash was going to be disappointed that you can’t clearly see us all matching in our green sweaters, but there was nothing for it.  Even if I fiddled with the color awkwardly, the fact that all three are SWEATERS would not be clear.  (Note: Yup…. “Mommy, I think the photo was a little messed up or something.  Can you fix it?”)  At least his mug of “Leprechaun Fizz” distracted him, at the time.  Oohhhhhh that Leprechaun Fizz!!  He might not have been talking about it for as long as he talked about wanting the photo, or with as much drama as he talked about catching leprechauns, but he might actually have brought it up the most often of all.  Leprechaun Fizz was made during Speech Therapy, on Thursday.  The kids had to talk about what they did to make it, what happened, what they thought of it, etc., of course.  Ash never STOPPED talking about it.  Ever since coming home from school on Thursday, all of his actions and choices revolved around — or tried to revolve around — earning some Leprechaun Fizz at home, on Saturday.  (Thankfully, I got a reply from his ST on Friday, after asking what flavor of green ice cream was used, and if Ash actually did drink his all up as he claimed….because if all he did was take one sip, it wasn’t really worth us buying the stuff to make it.)  We cracked up when we read the sheet that came home, on which Ash wrote answers to questions related to the activity, and his response to the question of whether or not he liked the drink, was, “O yes!”  Heheh…well, thankfully, Ash did earn his Leprechaun Fizz — which, by the way, is made with lime sherbert and Sprite-type soda.

Fizz and frothy foam are lots of fun, but after finding out that it was hard to drink straight from the mug without getting bubbles all over his face, he opted to go for the tactic they used in Speech, which was drinking through straws. We had to find him a green and white one to keep with the theme, though.

Ash definitely loves the stuff.  He could only handle just so much at once because he has a tiny tummy, but he couldn’t resist continually running back into the kitchen for another slurp.  Oh, and I do mean running….for certain understandings of running which include running, jumping, climbing, flipping, spinning, rolling, somersaulting, ricocheting, twirling, bouncing, randomly breaking out into dance moves, and even stopping to catch his breath in a fashion that suggests you might get a huge static shock if you get within a yard of him.

Granted, that’s not unusual for him, let alone already-excited him, but this was his usual with….added flare.  He doesn’t usually have that much sugar in a go.  I’m just glad the recipe didn’t call for something caffeinated.  Dear lord, if there is something this child doesn’t need, it’s caffeine.

Eniways….that, with the addition of our traditional corned beef and seasoned fries, was pretty much how St.Paddy’s went down.  Steffan and I had Strangely Sobers (using the rare splurge of the happily-discounted-for-the-holiday “Dublin Mudslide” ice cream from Ben & Jerry’s, along with some vanilla cream soda) because we’d rather have that than Leprechaun Fizz — although we did drink ours from green glasses, too.  And, in the end, it was finally time to take off all the green, say an extra prayer for and because of those who think that drunk driving on March 17th is the celebration of a holiday, and not the same dangerous, selfish, arrogant stupidity that it would be on any other day of the year, and get some sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.

Of course, that wasn’t that simple, either.

“Mommy, when Saint Patrick’s Day is over, will it be my friend A-’s birthday party?”

“Yes, sweetie….this year, A-’s birthday party is going to be on March 18th, which is the day after Saint Patrick’s Day….and also tomorrow. That’s why we need to let our exciting holiday end, now, and why we need to calm down, so we can get enough rest to make good choices and have a wonderfully exciting day tomorrow with your friends, too.”

“And then after A-’s birthday, it is going to be Daddy’s birthday! And after Daddy’s birthday, it will be YOUR AND MINE BIRTHDAYS!!!!”

“Well, not after only one sleep, but yes, those are the birthdays that come next on our calender. Let’s wait and think about those on another day, though, ok? It’s going to be hard to calm down and sleep if we have too many exciting thoughts at once.”

“But I think maybe I can DREAM about our birthdays!”

Ahhh well.  Tomorrow is indeed another day.  We’ll see how it goes…!

Little Boy Blue is more alert than they are counting on

Boy Blue From Fables #31, Art by Mark Buckingham -- image linked to Wiki article source

Ash has been looking forward to the 1st grade show since he saw, in last year’s yearbook, that the 1st grade DOES a show.  In fact, he was a little disappointed when he didn’t hear anything about it until after the Christmas….oops sorry, we’ll ignore the timing and just call it the Earlier-In-The-Winter-Than-The-One-In-February Break.  He was disgruntled when at first it seemed like all they were going to get to do was a choir concert, when obviously, the first graders last year had gotten to do some sort of whole play with costumes and everything.  Now, it turns out that it will be the same sort of thing that the 1st graders did last year, which is….something between a play and a choir performance.  Things still aren’t entirely satisfying, though.

The show this year is called “Lemonade” — the premise is that various nursery rhyme and fairy tale characters keep stopping by a lemonade stand and complaining about how hard they have it, until Mother Goose decides she’s tired of the whining and she needs to teach them a lesson about how when life gives you lemons, you need to make lemonade.  This leads to breaking into song, naturally.  There are to be two performances, just before Easter-I-mean-Spring Break, at the start of April.  There’s an evening performance, and then a morning performance.  Actually, the name-notated script only seems to reflect Ash’s class, so I’m not sure whether the other 1st grade classes do the same exact thing during different time slots, or whether each class gets their own thematic chunk of dialogue leading into one song, and then the whole grade sings together for the OTHER songs that came home, later.  If the latter is the case, perhaps one of the other classes moves the plot along in such a way that any suggestions are made as to HOW, specifically, the characters can their troubles in a more positive light.  Only perhaps, though.  It’s not like children ever have an easier time learning when there are examples, or anything.

The first problem is that the music teacher asked for help from parents when it comes to costuming for the show, and of all the parents of all the 1st graders, only 8 responded, and only 3 followed through.  Color me unsurprised.  The next problem is that the music teacher is making it harder for those of us willing to help, to actually do so.  The play is in less than a month.  Crafty as I am, I cannot make sure that all children have a moderately even amount of costuming, when:

1) You don’t know yet what the full list of characters is, and how many children are going to be doubled up playing each one, never mind which children are going to be playing variably-gendered versions of each one.  The man who writes these things for you doesn’t seem to take into account how many kids tend to be in one of your classrooms, let alone a whole grade of them.

2) You, understandably, would rather costuming begin to be created from the stash of supplies and bits and bobs you already have, rather than the costuming budget be immediately dipped into for a shopping trip.  You, however, do not know what you already have in your bins, you seem loathe to let me look through them while I am already there meeting with you — something which is tricky for me to arrange the timing and transportation for — and you seem attached to the idea that you are too uncreative to even think about how things might be made, so you can’t look at your own stash and give me an idea of what it might cover.

3) You have this idea that the person who made foam animal masks for the show last year, might make some masks for the show this year….but you don’t know yet if they will, or if you’ll think what they come up with, will work (the answer turned out to be no)….so you can’t even tell us which things might already be accounted for.

4) You do not understand the difference between just hoping that parents will send in costumes they already own, for their own kids or other kids, to use….and sending out a note in the kids’ folders, saying things like, “Hey, was your little girl one of the many who was a princess this Halloween?  We have ___ number of princess type characters in the 1st grade play this year, and would appreciate loans of the dresses, for the children who have those roles in the play.  We also could use ____ for our ____ character….etc.”

Now, I have no trouble thinking of how with a couple pieces of colored posterboard, some elastic and some paper fasteners, I can make headpieces, wings, and tails for your Roosters and Chicken Littles.  I can make Humpty-Dumpty’s band-aid-covered egg, the Cat’s Fiddle, the Old Woman’s representative Shoe, Bo Peep’s shepard’s hook, etc., from some cardboard and paint.  Given some foam sheets or whatever, some cheap t-shirts from DollarTree, and a little paint, I can do up something quick but convincing-enough for your Little Pigs and your Billy Goats Gruff.  THAT part isn’t hard for me, although if you don’t give me enough time to do it, it’s still not going to happen.  I do, however, need either supplies, or money to get them.  Furthermore, I NEED TO KNOW WHAT NEEDS TO BE DONE.

Ash was given the part of Little Boy Blue, and by God, he’s going to be in costume….and so help them if they try to make him downgrade it just because not every Rapunzel ended up with her wig, and Mother Goose didn’t get her bonnet and giant goose….just because not every parent is me, and you made it harder for me to pick up the slack for those others, for the sake of their kids.  Ash will wear his blue jeans and his blue button-down shirt.  He just inherited a navy-and-white-striped train engineer hat that was outgrown was the kids of a friend (Thanks, Tom!), since that style looks, to me, similar to what I’ve seen in old illustrations of the nursery rhyme this character comes from.  I’m on the hunt for some thrifted suspenders I can steal the clippy and back-adjusty hardware from, to make him a miniature pair of navy blue elastic ones.  I’m also thrifting around in search of a toy, bugle-style horn that I can resurface with my rub-n-buff (I love that stuff!) to look silver, and give a blue ribbon to, to hang from — or, at least, a vaguely appropriate-sounded noisemaker that I can turn into the mouthpiece of a foiled-cardboard horn prop, if all else fails.  The script says he gets to toot his horn, and HE IS GOING TO GET TO TOOT HIS HORN!  Steffan is a bit not-really-but-still… disappointed that we can’t get away with giving Ash a Witching Cloak and a Vorpal Sword, like Boy Blue has in the FABLES graphic novel series.  ;-)

The second problem with this production is that they don’t know what to train the kids to do, sound-wise.  They had these sort of shield-shaped microphone panels that did a good job of picking up several voices at a time, but they started to crackle a lot, and the school is still fund-raising to replace the sound system.  They have hand-held, corded mics to fall back on, but they don’t work so well when you’re talking about a bunch of kids trading off on who is coming forward and talking, and you also have, at times, several kids speaking together.  Plus, there’s more feedback.  They aren’t putting a lot into trying to just teach the kids to project as if they are going to have to do things without any mics, though, because they have mics, and they hope to have better mics by then, and of course if you get a first grader in the habit of projecting, and then you stick them in front of a mic they aren’t used to dealing with, the results are going to be unpleasantly loud and loudly unpleasant.  Of course, projecting is what the kids have to do at this point, and it doesn’t come naturally to most of them, as such.  I mean, sure, give them a way to think about what they do with their voice in certain situations, and use that as a starting point for training projection — or their stage voice, as their music teacher calls it — and you can get somewhere pretty fast, with most of them.  You have to actually do so, though.  Now, when it comes to Ash, they thought it was going to be REALLY hard to get him to project.  I had to prove them wrong by anticipating what the problem would be, and explaining to him what the difference was between projecting, and shouting.  Ash knows it’s supposed to be rude to shout, or yell.  He also knows that shouting and yelling rarely sound very pleasant.  So, he figured, if you want what you’re saying (on stage or otherwise) to be nice, and sound pretty, and not make anyone upset, you’ve got to do it in a soft, quiet voice.  Gee.

Then, there’s the third problem.  This is the problem that lead to my snarky reference to the original nursery rhyme, in the title of this post.  See, my little boy blue isn’t the sort to doze off on the job.  No, he’s the sort to pay attention to what EVERYONE is doing, whether or not it’s his job.  Here’s the other thing….  the show, as written, has 20 parts.  There are 24 kids in Ash’s class.  There are several first grade classes.  Most parts have at least 2 kids assigned to them.  Most kids have one or two lines, after sharing their part’s lines.  And then….then there is Mother Goose.  Mother Goose has, according to the script that came home, only one child assigned to her.  She also has 16 lines to herself, not to mention most of the dramatic action.

Note from me, in Ash’s traveling notebook, on 3/13:

“Err….Ash also wants to know, ‘Why some friends get to talk more lines special just them.’  Did the kids audition or request roles?  (We never heard anything, when it came to helping them prepare for the process.)  Looking at the script as it came home, I have to admit, I wonder the same thing he does.  It looks like some kids get a line or two after sharing their doubled roles, and others get whole stanzas scattered about.  I don’t know how things were/are planned, so I didn’t know what to tell him.”

Response from Ash’s SpecEd teacher, on 3/13:

“As far as the lines go…[the GenEd teacher] worked very hard to assign the lines.  A lot of different factors go into the process.  She tries to choose kids that will work well together.  She also has to take into account what kids will be coming to the evening performance.  There are only a few kids who have either their own lines, or more than one line.  We feel that the parts were assigned in the best way that we possibly could.  The focus isn’t about what lines each child has.  It is about each child having a part, getting on stage, and saying their line(s) to the best of their ability.”

Response from me, on 3/14:

Are not all the kids in both performances, with at least only a few exceptions?  I was unaware that it was an option / major issue, since there was never any communication home asking if there was a problem with a child being in an evening performance.  We had something sent home which simply told us, by the way, these are the dates and times your child is expected to show up to be in the performance.  By the logic suggested in your response, the few children who have bigger parts just for them, do so because they are the only ones that can be there for both performances….except, that’s not the case.

Surely you can see where Ash’s question was coming from, and why I wasn’t sure how best to answer it.  I realize that, whatever the process involved, Ash wasn’t singled out in terms of not getting his fair chance at the spotlight.  I wasn’t suggesting it.  Nevertheless, the script as notated and printed does lend itself to him noticing — as he, and surely others, must also do during choir practice….but then, I’m only there, with him, and during home-practice — that other students appear to have been singled out in a different way, a way that changes it from an issue of him feeling excluded, to him wondering why other kids appear to be favored.  Mother Goose, for example, has only one name written next to her character, and….16 lines.  That’s far more than ANYONE else.  That’s three to four times as much as anyone else, in fact.  I’m not surprised that he asked me why.

I haven’t gotten a response to that.

So, it seems like we are to conclude that a lot of thought and effort on the part of the staff, went into….making it seem unfair to at least one of the children?!  (I also have a hard time believing that Ash is the ONLY one who noticed the imbalance, and was a bit thrown off by it.)  Parts were obviously not assigned based on who was capable of memorizing the most lines.  Sorry, but my child had EVERYONE’S part and ALL THE SONGS memorized, the first day, which makes that potential tactic a moot point from the getgo — and the fact that he has a rare, eidetic memory casts some doubt on the fact that he’s only as capable of memorization as most of the rest of the grade, but whooo-eeeeee, if one child stands out in that department, it’s this one particular little girl!  Mmmyyeaaah, I don’t think so.  Since kids didn’t audition in any sense, judgements based on their capability to say their lines, “To the best of their ability,” were obviously based on assumptions about their ability.  Again, while Ash wasn’t singled out as incapable….although they obviously didn’t understand the key to getting him to project….I have a hard time believing that this ONE child is THAT much more capable than pretty much any other child in the grade.  In fact, since I also know she’s not the only child that can be there for both performances, I’m thinking that the only logical conclusion, based on their response to me, is that she got the biggest-role-by-a-long-shot, and got it all to herself, because she is the LEAST capable child in terms of working with anyone else.  (Somehow, I doubt you want me answering my child’s question with that explanation about his classmate — which also makes it seem like she’s being rewarded for bad choices — but you go right ahead and explain things to him yourself, huh?)  And, once more, she’s just the easiest example of the trouble here, because she’s the most extreme one.  Why do some kids get to be the only one of their character, and others get to be one of several kids with the same character?  Why do some kids get to act silly things out on stage, while others just step forward, say a line, and step back?  “It’s about each child having a part,” MEANS LESS when the parts aren’t balanced.  Each child getting a moment in the spotlight has a dimmed glow, as it were, when the spotlight shines brighter, and longer, on some children over others….especially when the children have been given no context for why (you know, like auditions) it might be so.  If you think they are too young to earn — or not earn — distinguished parts, then they are also too young to be in a show in which some parts are a lot more distinguished than others!  That’s what I think, anyway.

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Maybe it’s just because when I was last formally teaching, a decade ago, I also designed, wrote, directed, and overall did everything for a conflict-resolution / peer mediation drama group.  Most of it took place during the after school program time slot, and I ended up with mostly 3rd through 5th graders.  Some of the kids were there because they were in the after school program anyway, and it was more fun than the standard program activities.  Some of the kids were there because it was the school’s first and only drama club of any sort, and they ate it up.  Many of the kids were there because conflict resolution and peer mediation were a huge problem for them, and being in my program replaced a lot of detention.  It was with them in mind that I created the program, because I knew those kids, and I knew that just sitting in a room being told to feel bad about their behavior, wasn’t going to help them learn how to change it, or give them incentive or reason to do so.

All the kids had to develop, exercise, and overall rely on those skills, within the program.  For example, one of the major set components of the show was a big cardboard house, solidly-walled and with a working door on one side, open on the other to show the rooms inside.  I built the thing myself, but it was up to the kids to work with me and each other through deciding how they were going to decide how to decorate it, deciding how to decorate it, deciding how they were going to divide the work, actually doing the work of painting of it, etc.  There was no element of the production which did not involve their choices, and their ability to work with each other.  There was no element of the underlying curriculum, that they were not actively involved in.  What would be a good way to go about ___?  That didn’t go well, did it?  Why do you think that went badly?  How do you think we could resolve the problem?  What do you think would be a better way to try things next?  Why?  If someone could not use appropriate conflict resolution and peer mediation skills, the group determined why they thought the person should or should not get a strike against them, and discussed why.  I had the final word, but they all had to be involved, including the person who was at risk of a strike.  If someone got three strikes, they were out of the show, still credited on the program flier for the work they had already done, but no longer able to remain in and finish the show with the other kids.  The remaining kids also had to play a part in deciding what would be done to accommodate the change.  They’d played a part in deciding how roles should be assigned, initially, and now they’d play a part in deciding things like whether it was fair to let someone new join the show late to pick up a now-empty role, even though they hadn’t put in all the same work that the others already had, or if and how things should be reassigned or re-written to allow the existing, remaining cast, to cover all the bases.

The show itself was based on the Little Red Riding Hood story, and more overtly revolved around the kinds of conflict resolution and peer mediation skills they’d had to use, while in the program.  Three kids manned puppets at a puppet theater, off to one side of the front of the stage.  There was a Little Red, a Wolf, and a human friend acting as their mediator.  The mediator was helping them settle their differences by having them each tell their side of the story — which other kids acted out on the stage proper — and then talked through what was the most realistic version of what really happened….a blend of the two stories….how the misunderstandings came about which lead to how each of them had seen the situation, how things could’ve been handled better, etc.

The point of all this is that I somehow managed THAT.  Me, just by my lonesome, and on my first attempt at any such sort of thing.  I custom-wrote the thing, for the kids I ended up with — for the number of them, for their personalities, and for their abilities.  I altered it several times, to stay true to the show, but accommodate changing numbers and needs of kids.  In the end, the kids put on an elaborate theatrical production which they had been involved in every aspect of, all while learning and working together.  In the end, every single one of them was satisfied with the part they had played, and the part everyone else had played.  No one stood out more than anyone else.  Some kids had more lines, and got to read them off a script instead of memorize them, but you couldn’t see them, only the puppet they were moving.  Other kids were on stage, had fewer lines, but more silly drama to act out.  Some kids had what were in a way bigger parts, but they had to “share” the role in the sense that we ended up with one “good” Wolf and one “bad” LittleRed from the Wolf’s initial account of events, and one “bad” Wolf and one “good” LittleRed from HER initial account of events.  No one had to ask why they were (only) doing what they were doing.  No one had to ask why anyone else was doing what they were doing.  In fact, no one….student, staff, or parent….had any reason to.

So, yeah, maybe it’s because of all that, that I boggle a little at the school, multiple years in a row, going about things the way that they are….starting with how they always get their shows from the same guy, even though the shows are never written to even accommodate the number of children that need to be in them, never mind a balance between their parts.  Yes, what I did was way more complex, but this show being so much simpler shouldn’t make it that much harder to keep fair.  You’re not talking about a pre-written musical, where the parts, much more so, are what they are what they are.  You’re talking about something specifically written for them, for this grade.  And….seriously….fairy tale and nursery rhyme characters?!  There is PLENTY to draw from.  I don’t care how many kids you’ve got, there is no reason why there can’t be a distinct part for all of them, if that’s truly what you’re after.  There’s also no reason why the parts can’t be balanced, in one fashion or another.  If you’re taking fragments of storybook text and weaving it into a plot of your own anyway, there’s no reason you can’t be a little more creative with the dialogue.  They are worried — a bit belatedly — about how to make costuming balanced for all the kids, given the differing difficulty in representing each of their characters.  At the same time, they are completely overlooking that the stage presence of each kid isn’t going to be balanced anyway, no matter WHAT they are dressed in!

 

And then, my brain turned back on

Getting off of Cymbalta is definitely one of the best feelings I’ve had in….well, around half a year, I suppose.  I mean, I’m still far from even my own damaged version of “being at 100%” — though, hopefully, that too will start seeing some positive changes, after my upcoming (and long-awaited) Rheumatology & then Pain Clinic appointments — but I’m finding out just how right I was, that I was too zonked to even think properly about what I wanted to have the spoons to do.  Suddenly I’m back to going through life with at least one train of thought running on a second track at all times, plotting and scheming and planning and imagining.

Wait, you mean I didn’t finish turning the slatted side-piece of Ash’s old crib, into a jewelry organizer?  Maybe it was because I only had plastic craft mesh for the earring-hanging panels, not metal mesh, which would look soooo much nicer.  I mean, sure, the necklaces will hang off of pushpins with their pins pried out and then the sticky-outy-parts glued onto the wood, because that compressed wood does NOT want me to push anything into it, but I could surface that plastic easily enough, to look like coordinating metal.  Granted, one of the reasons I thought up this project was because I could make something rather useful with supplies I already had on hand, and I do not have metal mesh on hand, but…  But then, it’s not cheap.  It’s not always expensive, either, if you think outside the box, but it’s not CHEAP.  That’s why I never got enough of it to create guards for the electric baseboard heaters in this rental, so the air would keep coming out, but not so much in the way of dust/small toys/fingers would easily get in.  Of course, metal mesh ribbon with wired edges, of the right width, might be more cost-effective AND attractive, and would still let me accomplish the laying-flat look for neatness, with the can-lift-it-up feature so that I can hang studs as well as hooks.  Hrrmmm.  Well, I’ll have to keep an eye out.

And really, why not make some sort of slatted hanger attachment, so that Steffan’s ties actually stay organized in the closet, hanging nicely, visible, AND not constantly sliding off?  Hell, I could make that from cardboard.  It doesn’t matter how nice it looks, it’s a tie hanger in a closet.

Oooh, I could totally manage a home-made, multi-level, water-drip birdbath.  I think I even have everything I’d need for it, since we already have some concrete patch stuff we got in desperation a couple of years back, when our landlords were useless.  We’ve talked about getting a bigger birdbath, since our little St.Francis one doesn’t give the birds much room to play, but, really, it’s always cooler to make something yourself.  It’s also easier to end up with something that suits your taste, but which you can actually afford, that way.  Well, sometimes.  If you’re me, anyway.  Granted, I always have this habit of my designs running away with me, and then I go from, “I could easily make that, and with stuff I already have on hand,” to…  Well for example, wouldn’t it be cool if I created a piece meant to not just fill but fit AGAINST a window-space, which would combine a bird bath and feeders, in some attractive way, with the outermost frame of the design holding a pane of glass so that one-way-mirror window film could be used?!  Then you’d look out your window and have some pretty thing to look at no matter what, but when birds were about you’d get a wildlife show RIGHT THERE and you could be an inch away and the birds would never know to be startled.

I need to get the fabric to test the pattern that designed itself in my head, for a winter hat that looks like a knight’s helm with attached gorget, with a button-pivoting, slitted visor that can be pushed up out of the way, or down over the face to allow breathing and vision, but still protect more from freezing air and wind-blown wetness.  I mean, Ash won’t fit in his current winter hat (with sewn-on scarf), next year, and even if the mystery thing a friend knitted for him turns out to be a hat, he always needs at least two so it’s not a major problem if one gets forgotten in his school cubby or on the bus.  Besides, he’s going to be seven, which means I’m going to have to get creative if I want to extend the years when I can keep him as warm as possible, while still letting him look cool.

Oh, I still haven’t altered that skirt?  Spring is on the way, and I’ll want to be taking advantage of swishy-skirt weather, soon.  I should get on that.

It’s probably about time to add some more to the “As Ash Grows” memory quilt, because the memorabilia box of iconic-Ash clothes is getting full again.  Yeah, that’s what I’ve been doing from the start with the clothes we just couldn’t give away, because they hadn’t stopped being perfect for him, once he outgrew them.  I’m vaguely applique-ing them (my sewing machine only does so much)  in a sort of mosaic over what will be the top layer of a quilt, so at the top you’ve got things like the teeny-tiny, preemie-sized, blue onesie and the blue-stars fuzzy blanket that Ash came home from the hospital in, and further down you’ve got the “little prince” dragon sleeper he was wearing the first time I managed to catch him smiling on camera, and further down you’ve got….well it keeps going, really, and instead of cutting pieces out of the stuff and using those for quilt squares, I’m putting things together in a way that lets you see how big he was when he had each of the special pieces of (mostly) clothing.  To go with some of the assorted dragons, frog princes, knights, heartbreaker and troublemaker references, etc., I’ve got gaps filled in by fabric transfer photo paper, showing some choice pictures of the outfits in action.

Why have I not yet acquired one of the giant plastic treasure chests and altered it to look like a COOL giant treasure chest that can be locked, so we have one, simple place to hide away anything we gather for Ash, that he doesn’t get until later?  I mean, sure, I’d much rather have a wooden one to work with, but those are insanely overpriced for anything of decent size, even if they are very plain and you are staining the wood and adding decorative hardware and fun little details to make it look like something that belongs in a castle, yourself, and while I’ve done some decorative carving here and there, and slapped together a castle facade on a wooden bunk-bed frame, actually making anything….really making anything….out of wood, is not one of my specialties.  So I’m just guessing….and so far I’ve resisted looking into it enough to check this….that it’s way thriftier, if not classier (I’m strapped for cash, not crazy), to get a half decent plastic one and go to town with things like dark-walnut-grain-fake-wood-contact-paper, and rub-n-buff for fake metal stripping, and stuff like that.

Of course, some of the stops my mind makes along this track of HELP! I  CAN’T TURN MY CREATIVITY OFF NOW THAT IT FINALLY STARTED UP AGAIN are even less realistic.  Like, my body would oh so very very very appreciatively love to be able to sleep (and chances are, it might actually manage something closer to decent sleep) on the softest Tempurpedic mattress, and better yet if it’s one of those ones on the base that lets you move various zones of it up and down, for those times when one of us is crazy congested, or whatever….and even though that’s probably never ever going to happen, my mind still goes, ok, but how would you work around that kind of base, to make a fun bed for yourself and hubby, that uses twisted wire covered in floral tape covered in paint to make gnarly, semi-realistic yet also conveniently bendy and reparable stylized tree branches to be the posts of the bed….?  I mean, as for how to do the branches, no problem, my mind did that part in a few seconds.  I’ve even worked out how to give the spreading branches interchangeable tips so that we could use “fake florals” to change the bed with the seasons.  I’m not sure how to design things so that we could have the fantasy forest-grown bed but not lose the canopy bed feature we’ve got with our current, wrought-iron frame, though.

It just goes on and on and on.  I can’t say that it’s necessarily increasing my productivity, as of yet, but at least it’s a far more satisfying way to go about not getting the practical things done, than just lying there in a fog.

Autism and the school snack day challenge

Every month, each parent of a child in Ash’s class is assigned one day to bring in snack for the entire class.  The way the 1st grade lunch period is timed, a lot of the kids aren’t fully hungry by then, but they are plenty hungry again by the end of the school day, so a snack helps perk them up to make the most of the last hour or so.  Apparently, very few of the parents actually keep their end of this bargain, and most don’t even warn the teachers that they aren’t going to send or bring anything in, on their assigned day.  (We are also supposedly the only parents that send in a daily, our-child-in-particular-approves-of-this snack, just in case.)  As a result, the kids have been stuck eating a lot of not-exactly-fresh, pre-packaged, bulk basics that the teachers stashed away out of pity, lest the kids go hungry because of the parents.  Instead of having a couple of pretzels or cheese crackers as back-up snacks for times when a kid is allergic to what’s brought in, or really doesn’t like it, or too many things fall on the floor….it’s what the kids are stuck eating, much of the time.  We can’t afford to pick up the slack, but we do try to take advantage of the fact that Ash’s school still allows homemade food to be brought in, when it is our snack day.  Often, it’s brownies — since that was the first snack we brought in during Ash’s kindergarten year, and he was quite fond of how popular it made “his” snack day, amongst the kids — and if it is something like that, then we also try to make a bit of something else, that will work for the two students with egg allergies, and sometimes the one whose mother is trying to keep her from refined sugar, too.  (Semi-surprisingly, no one seems to be on a GFCF diet, a diabetes-friendly diet, or anything trickier to get around, like that.)  I don’t want them to have to be the only ones not getting good stuff.

In any event, ever since getting a cupcake kit as one of his Christmas presents, Ash wanted to make cupcakes for one of our snack days.  He eventually decided on the flavor of the cupcake (chocolate), and the style of decoration (“Funny Faces” — as inspired by one of the ideas in the book that came with the kit).  He picked out what would be used to make the faces.  All that took some time.  He also wanted to be the one to do the decorating of every single one of those cupcakes.  Since there are 24 kids in his class, that….was going to take another quite-a-while.  These were more involved than his previously-made, simplified gingerbread men.  I baked and then had him decorate six cupcakes at a time, storing them in a container in the freezer so nothing would go stale before we had enough for our snack day.  He was VERY proud of himself for completing this self-assigned project.  He was even PROUDER when the long-awaited snack day finally came, near the end of February.  The “Funny Face” cupcakes were a rousing success in his class, popular not only for being tasty, but for being SO COOL.  It was made clear to all the kids after they’d already started proclaiming the awesomeness, that Ash designed and decorated all of them, BY HIMSELF.  What’s more, we just so happened to deliver the cupcakes while Ash was in his reading group, so that group of kids, only partially overlapping with the students in his class, got to see the enticing, impressive snack that he’d made, that they weren’t going to get.  (Is it evil of me to hope that a very particular little girl ended up with a box of raisins or something, that day?)

Ash is hard at work, putting the finishing touch -- a mouth drawn on with black gel icing -- on one of the cupcakes.

You have no idea how much therapy is involved in decorating one of these.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Heee! Mommy, you think I did a good job?"

"Yes, yes I think I AM doing a good job."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ash cheered for himself upon the completion of each cupcake.

Occasionally, he threw an, "I think they will be so very yummy!" into the cheer, and added a lip-licking funny face of his own.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

YAY!

A thumbs-up job, in-very-deed!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The complete first set of cupcakes! In the top row you see a funny-face person with a ponytail, and one with hair that looks like a lion's mane. In the bottom row you see another ponytail, a guy with short hair, and two caterpillars.

Really? You think the second set of cupcakes is super cute, too?!

...That will make me giggle....a lot.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It could have something to do with the fact that I am impossibly cute, myself. Maybe.

This is the completed second set of cupcakes!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is the third set of cupcakes! By the by, that's vanilla frosting for the faces, with hair made of Twizzler Pull-&-Peel, eyes made of chocolate chips icing-glued onto "cupcake bite" candies, noses made from jelly beans, and mouths drawn on with gel icing.

Ash rests secure in a job well done, when it comes to the 4th set of cupcakes, too.

The 4th and final set of cupcakes, complete! Ash pointed out that the one on the top-right looks sad because his hair fell in his face.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As the last triumphant cheers faded, Ash grabbed my hand, and pressed one of my fingers -- it happened to end up being my thumb -- to his lips. "We need to shush now, Mommy, because I have to tell you something..."

"...after making all these cupcakes, I'm hungry! Om nom nommmm!"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yes, he was pretending to munch on my finger.  Oh yes, you can also see there the horrible chapping he gets above his lip all winter, unless medicated chap stick is applied every quarter hour or so.  And by the way, no, he isn’t wearing the same shirt almost every day — he’s wearing a DIFFERENT blue shirt almost every day.  In any event, I’d say this was a pretty darn successful project.  I kind of hope we don’t have to repeat it each month, though.

 

 

Distinguishing between dragons

One of the many crazy-awesome pieces by M. Peña -- the image is linked to source.

Ash decided that for his birthday, he wants me to make him a chocolate cake shaped like a purple dragon with green and blue polka-dot scales all over.  He’s not talking about a flat cake with a dragon design drawn on it either, but a 3D cake similar to the coiled, green dragon one I made Steffan a few years ago.  Very well.  I have a plan.  With luck, I’ll ALSO have more than the 1½ hours from start to finish, and incomplete planned-ingredient list that I unexpectedly had to work with (gotta love when certain people show up 3 hours earlier than you told them the party would begin), when I made that first 3D dragon cake.  Ash doesn’t know yet that I haven’t given up on making his personal party possible, so he thinks there will just be the usual family party.  In line with that thought, if the with-his-friends party can happen, and his auntie wants to make some of her snazzy cupcakes for it to get the attention of his classmates’ parents, I can plot and scheme those with her as a surprise for him, since the dragon cake I would quite possibly have made some version of anyway, has now gone from surprise to request.  The cupcakes can involve different flavors and/or possibly take some egg-free form, if one of Ash’s two classmates with egg allergies, end up coming.  They could be decorated….well, in whatever thematic way we brainstorm that his auntie feels up to, if it comes to that.  I still haven’t asked her about it, because it seems silly to do so before any plan — even the family-based one — is even vaguely in place.

In the meantime, at one point today during a tickle-fight, Ash started to Raaar at me.  I went into silly antics, going on about how the dragon was going to breathe fire at me and turn me into tickle monster toast to eat.  “But of course I’m a dragon!” he said, “But I don’t think I need toast, because my tummy isn’t sick.”  Oh, that was very good to hear, I told him.  By the way, was he a purple dragon with green and blue polka-dot scales all over, like the one he wanted me to make his birthday cake into?  “You’re so silly, Mommy!  Nooooo, of COURSE not.  I’m not a purple dragon with blue and green polka-dot scales.  I’m a REAL dragon that’s green.”

Mommy is indeed pretty darn silly.  That must be why she giggles so much.