Super Nanny

So I love Super Nanny. I always learn something from Super Nanny ... even Kyle pays attention when she is on TV. Last weekend, she was working with a family who had a daughter who was almost five years old. Super Nanny was apalled that this little girl could not wipe her own butt ... and she was still using a sippy cup. Okay, strike one and strike two against us, I guess!

About the wiping of the butt (stop reading now if this is too much information for your taste), we still wipe Mason's butt. Can a four year old really get his butt clean enough to not be throwing underwear in the trash all the time? Well, after seeing Super Nanny I was on a mission to have Mason wipe his own butt. So we taught him how to do it himself and wa la, he now wipes his own butt! Wow, nothing like needing Super Nanny to whip us in the butt!

Onto the sippy cup. Mason is fully able to drink from an open cup and has been for a long time. However, when we are home and he is playing around the house, or when we are in the car, he gets a sippy cup. It only makes sense ... sippy cup means no mess. I know, I guess this means that we now have to summon Mason to the table to have his drink. But the child wants a drink in his hand 24/7, so this is a problem. Maybe sometime soon, Super Nanny, but thanks for the advice.

Always into something

Leave your kid alone for 10 minutes and this is what you get.
Sort of reminds me of a similar time a little less than a year ago ...

Mason's first soccer game

Today was Mason's first soccer game. He was a little shy with his coach and team at first, but it didn't take him long to warm up. He looked so cute in his little soccer gear. He still has a bit to learn about soccer, rather than just kick the ball. He had control of the ball a few times and kicked it down the field right past the goal ... LOL. I think he thought it was a game of chase with all the kids trailing behind him. Too funny. We know that we need to explain to him that going over the blue line means you are out of bounds and that you can't kick goals in either net ... one is yours and one is the other teams. And with the exception the him picking at his nails a large majority of the game (don't ask), he did very well!

Nothing like fighting two of your teammates for the ball!

B-E-A-G-G-R-E-S-S-I-V-E ... BE AGGRESSIVE!

Payton is a Young Athlete

When Payton was born, Kyle and I were sitting in my hospital room with my sister, Kristie, discussing the news we had been given. We were googling Down syndrome on the internet and then Kyle googled the Special Olympics. I think our conversation went something like this ...

Kyle: Payton is going to be the best bocce ball player in the Special Olympics!
Me: No, she is going to be the prettiest cheerleader in the Special Olympics!

We continued on with our conversation, joking Kyle for picking such a random sport like bocce ball. This moment in time was so uplifting for us, because we realized that our daughter would be able to do things that "typical" children do ... play sports, cheerlead, whatever.

Fast forward over two years, Payton is now a Special Olympics Young Athlete. Historically, children were not allowed to participate in Special Olympics until they were eight years old. That was sort of disheartening for parents who had younger children ... were we just supposed to wait to get them involved until they were eight? Thus the Young Athlete program was born, specifically tailored for kids age two through seven.

We have been attending an hour long class every Sunday for the past few weeks. Essentially it is an organized play group for kids with special needs. They have obstacle courses for the kids to navigate, a parachute to play with, we sing songs and sign along with them (as best we can...LOL), etc. It has been really fun for Payton to have this time for herself with either Kyle or I tagging along.

Stepping over the hurdle ... "I can do this!"

Walking the beam ... "This is so easy, I can do this with my hand in my pocket!"

Shaking the parachute ... at least she was outside the parachute in this picture, because most of the time she was trying to run under it!

Rolling the big ball between the cones ... "This thing is bigger than me!"

He can write his name!

Over the past few months, Mason has been learning how to write his name. He has done so good and can now copy what we have written ... all by himself, with no help from us. He is so cute as he writes, he says, "Up. Down. Across. And up again."

I just wanted to post a picture of his progress ...