tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23474906648685099542024-02-07T13:29:02.589-08:00A Crafty Mom's LifeCrafty Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07886015439379154821noreply@blogger.comBlogger228125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2347490664868509954.post-61037713573441517182013-06-04T20:29:00.001-07:002013-06-04T20:29:55.077-07:00Disabled? Handicapped? Mixed Emotions...<div class="mobile-photo" style="text-align: center;">
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So, last Thursday, I finally gave in and gave my doctor my application for a handicap placard. She happily completed her portion of the form on the spot, and I took the form to my local DMV the next day and got my placard. I have friends and family who have been pushing me to get one for quite awhile, because I get so fatigued from walking and it increases my chronic leg and foot pain. I had (and have) mixed emotions about this major step in my journey. As a social worker, I am well aware of the vast spectrum of disabilities and limited resources. So, in my mind, there are a limited number of handicapped parking spots, so who am I to park in one of those spots when there is potentially someone more disabled than I, someone more "worthy" than I of having that spot? What about people who are actually in wheelchairs and they need the extra space that handicapped parking provides? </div>
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On the other hand, I know how tired am as the day goes on. No. Correction: I know how <i>exhausted</i> I am as the day goes on. I know when I have to go to the mall to run an errand, one of the first things I think of is how hard it's going to be to find a parking spot and how I'll feel completely done before I even make it into the mall entrance, let alone how I'll feel by the time I get to the store I need to go to, and then how I'll be when I get back to the car. I also know that a simple trip to Target or other big department stores also leaves me tired and in significant pain. But ultimately, I know that I need to take care of myself or I won't be able to take care of anyone else. I need to preserve what energy I have for the things that matter most. And, I need to take advantage of every opportunity and short-cut I can take to get the most out of my days because I know that more often than not, it takes all that I have to make it through an average day. </div>
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I've just recently began blogging about my journey with chronic pain. You can read more about my journey <a href="http://acraftymomslife.blogspot.com/2013/04/emerging-from-under-my-rock.html">here.</a> </div>
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If you are eligible for a handicapped placard, you can get the form online by going to the DMV website for your state. </div>
Crafty Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07886015439379154821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2347490664868509954.post-73371313797958023052013-05-07T10:08:00.003-07:002013-05-07T10:08:38.678-07:00Summer of Color 2013<br />
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I can't believe summer is only 4 weeks away! Time flies!!! I'm so excited to participating in my sweet friend, Kristen's Summer of Color party again this year. I created the piece above, 2 years ago as part of her Summer of Color blog event. YOU can join in the fun, too! There are LOTS of inspiring ways to create in whichever way you choose. Even if you don't think you are an "artist" or if you don't think you are "crafty". Seriously EVERYONE can join in. Whether you choose to participate through photography, writing, art journalling, making cards, clay, jewelry...whatever YOU want to do. So, read all about it and start thinking about your projects. <a href="http://twinkletwinklelikeastar.blogspot.com/p/what-is-summer-of-color.html">All the details are right here.</a></div>
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This little guy joined our family in December and quickly stole our hearts! As I shared before, we lost our chocolate lab back in July. Our home and my heart felt so empty with him gone. While I knew we could never replace our beloved Hana, I also knew another dog could bring some joy into our home; joy I desperately needed because I was still pretty depressed after all the grief I endured. </div>
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Given Taylor's severe dog allergies and asthma, I knew another lab was out of the question. I've always loved Golden Retrievers, but with their long hair, that would also be an allergy nightmare. A friend suggested we explore getting a Goldendoodle. A Goldendoodle is a Golden Retriever/Poodle mix. So, I did some research. These dogs have the temperaments of Golden Retrievers and the intelligence of both breeds. I never knew poodles are so smart! They are highly trainable and are great dogs for people with allergies because the poodle genes make them hypoallergenic. </div>
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In my research I learned that an F1B Goldendoodle is the offspring of a Goldendoodle mixed with a poodle. Thus, the puppy is 3/4 poodle 1/4 Golden Retriever. Don't get stuck on the math (not my strong suit). My point is that the F1B is recommended for families with severe dog allergies. So, an F1B was the right choice for us! </div>
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We got him from a family breeder a couple of hours from our home. We got him a few weeks before Christmas and he was the best Christmas present EVER! He's 13 weeks old in all of these pictures. He weighed about 22 lbs when we got him at 11 weeks! He's a standard size Goldendoodle so he's going to be a big guy. Now, at 7 months, he weighs about 53 lbs! I love big dogs and I fully believe that big dogs can be lap dogs! Hana was a lap dog and Barkley is, too. How could I deny couch cuddles to such a cutie?</div>
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I'm feeling like I should rename this blog "Medical issues take over a Crafty Mom's Life". I'm emerging from under my rock and doing a little more creating. I've been going through a lot lately, both physically and emotionally. Grab a cup or glass of your favorite drink and I'll update you on my medical stuff and then I'll update you on some fun artsy stuff.<br />
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I'm having severe, chronic pain and incredible fatigue. This has been going on for months (at it's worst). During my childhood, I had significant foot and leg pain and limited ability to stand or walk for extended lengths of time. I would tire easily when shopping. I was always at the end of the line on field trips working hard to keep up with my classmates. As I grew, I developed very high arches and "hammertoes" which means my toes all curled under. I have no idea how I worked as a cashier as a teenager, because I was in such incredible pain from standing and I would come home and literally collapse.<br />
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When I was about 11, I saw an orthopedic surgeon at The Hospital for Sick Children in Toronto. He quickly determined I would need surgery to correct my high arches, curled toes and misaligned heels. I had 3 separate surgeries at age 12, 15 and 17 to correct all of this. Each time, the surgeries were done on both feet simultaneously.Since my first surgery, I've worn custom orthotic inserts to help support my arches and alleviate pain.<br />
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Ultimately, I learned over time, the surgeon believed I had classic symptoms of <a href="http://www.cmtausa.org/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=71&catid=10&Itemid=37">Charcot- Marie -Tooth Disease (CMT).</a> This is a genetic neuro-muscular disease that often presents with the symptoms I described. In the last 10 yrs there has been research done to identify the genes related to CMT. I've gone through my life under the assumption that I have this disease and that I've just never been formally diagnosed.<br />
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The good news is, eventually in my 20's I began feeling reduced pain and symptoms. I became more active than I've ever been and became an avid hiker. While I still appeared to become more fatigued than my hiking mates, and took longer to recover, my CMT was practically a non-issue for me. That is, until about a year and half to 2 years ago.<br />
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I began twisting my ankle frequently. Nothing serious, and I would generally recover within a few hours or a day. My ankle would just turn over every now and then while I walked, resulting in a limp when injured. This began happening more frequently and became quite painful. I finally saw my primary doctor for this about a yr ago and as a result I had my inserts updated in hopes to resolve the issue. Well, it didn't. I began having a steady increase in symptoms over the next yr or so and I've experienced an aggressive progression in the last 6 months to a year. Recently, I've realized my body is misaligned in general. I have one leg longer than the other, my knee caps don't line up and their misalignment can't be explained by the differing lengths of my legs. As a result of this, I've been having back pain and hip pain. My right foot also points outward toward 2:00 if using a clock face as a guide. My right knee is somehow involved in all of this and I'm having knee pain. My 3 biggest issues at present are significant ankle pain, incredible nerve pain in both legs and feet, and horrible fatigue and poor endurance.<br />
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For the last few months, I've been feeling totally completely spent by 3:00 in the afternoon. As I've mentioned before, I'm a hospice social worker and I work from home doing charting and phone calls and then I visit my patients and their families in their homes. My health has been so poor recently that I've only been able to do the bare minimum work-wise, and this leaves me completely exhausted by 3:00pm and lying on the couch until bedtime. If I'm lucky I can catch a nap, and then it all continues the next day. This is a completely drastic change from who I was 2 or 3 years ago. I used to be very high energy, hardly able to sit still. I finally reached my breaking point last week. I had an appointment with a neurologist to pursue an actual diagnosis of CMT and get an appropriate treatment plan so I can function. He isn't convinced I have CMT and I have some follow up tests scheduled. While in his office, we realized I have muscle atrophy (muscle loss) in my right leg, which can certainly be contributing to my leg fatigue. So much so, that it's visible by just looking at it. In the meantime, my primary doctor has put me out on medical leave because I can't continue the way I have been. I just don't have the stamina and endurance to make it through the day and keep up with my workload. She's increased my medication for nerve pain, and hopefully the time off work will help me adjust to the side effects of dizziness and drowsiness.<br />
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Each day this week I've been feeling better and better. The scary thing is, I know I'm feeling better because I don't have the physical and emotional demands of work. I'm not exactly sure where that leaves me, but I'm trying to just take one day at a time while exploring my options. I'm nowhere near being 100% and pain, fatigue and limited endurance still play a major role in my days, but I'm better than I was a week ago.<br />
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Anyway, this has all taken it's toll on me physically and emotionally. CMT is a progressive disease, but somehow, when I was doing so well in my 20's, I guess I didn't think it was going to get any worse for me. Ironically, one of my best friend's has CMT and her CMT is very progressed. She is on disability because of her chronic pain and weakness and how it impacts her ability to function and complete simple tasks. In the late stages of the disease, the hands are affected and hand dexterity is greatly diminished. There are times in the last 2 years that I've looked at her and watched the progression of this horrible disease and thought "Is that my future?". Right now, I don't really know what the cause of all my symptoms is, and it's quite possible I have more than one condition or disease at play. I've had a work up for Rheumatoid Arthritis and although I've tested negative on bloodwork before, I've been referred to a rheumatologist. I also had the bloodwork repeated this week and am awaiting the results.<br />
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So...what's getting me through all of this? Aside from my wonderfully supportive husband and friends, ART! I've finally decided to force myself to create everyday because I KNOW how therapeutic art is for me. I KNOW art is my happy place. I used to feel so at peace and invigorated when I went hiking. I haven't laced up my hiking boots in almost 2 years. But I can still pick up a paintbrush and I can still go wild in my art journal. Yes, I need to take frequent breaks because I can't sit or stand for any significant amount of time. But, in mixed media art, I create so many layers that often breaks are needed to help the layers dry, or to figure out where to go next with my creation.<br />
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I've been doing a lot of art journaling but this is actually a page I created a year ago, just a few days after I lost my grandmother. The quote is one of my favorites: </div>
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Somehow, in the midst of my fatigue, I've made making art a priority and I was so frustrated by the state of my art room that I completely organized it and turned it into a space that I love to be in, and is (almost) totally functional! As I feel up to blogging, I'm hoping to share more of my journal pages, and share with you how I got started making art journaling one of my go-to pick-me-ups when I need to work through or escape the pressures of life. I'm a huge proponent of the therapeutic benefits of art making and journaling. I'd love to inspire you to grab a journal and a few favorite supplies and you to explore the process, too!<br />
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This is part 3 in a series I'm writing about our journey with Sensory Processing Disorder. You can read <a href="http://acraftymomslife.blogspot.com/2011/12/sensory-processing-disordermy-amazing.html">Part 1</a> and <a href="http://acraftymomslife.blogspot.com/2012/02/starting-kindergarten-with-sensory.html">Part 2</a>, here. </div>
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As I discussed in my last post in this series, we've had issues navigating the bumpy road to an SPD diagnosis for Taylor. The primary reason is that Sensory Processing Disorder is not currently a recognized diagnosis, so health insurance companies will not cover occupational therapy (OT) for sensory issues. In many cases, SPD is accompanied by other diagnoses or delays such as autism or delay in motor skills or other developmental delays. In Taylor's case, she has met every milestone on target or early, she excels in every area at school, she is exceptionally well coordinated (in most areas) and very athletic. She is socially appropriate (in other words, she's not disruptive in her classroom, able to make eye contact, communicates appropriately and even advanced for her age) and displays a sense of humor and problem solving skills and social skills that are beyond her years. <br />
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So, while we're certainly thankful for all of these strengths, the result is that for her, SPD is a stand-alone diagnosis. When I compiled a list of Taylor's behaviors, and provided the completed SPD checklist from <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Out---Sync-Child-Recognizing-Processing/dp/0399531653/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1329798718&sr=8-1">The Out of Sync Child</a> to our pediatrician, I asked for a referral for an OT eval and we were seen at a local PT clinic. I live in an area where geriatrics is the main focus of health care and services, due to our population. While the OT we saw validated our concerns and agrees Taylor had many behaviors consistent with SPD, she recognized her own limitations in knowledge about SPD and referred us to another clinic for on-going OT. The referral for on-going OT was denied by our health insurance, going back to the reason that SPD is not recognized in the DSM. <br />
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I also think it's worth noting here, that the OT that completed the initial eval started going down the road of ADHD. SPD is often misdiagnosed as ADHD. Yes, Taylor is hyperactive (although I *really* hate that word!), and yes, Taylor has trouble focusing, BUT...her hyperactivity is related to her *need* for sensory input. She moves constantly as an attempt to fulfill her need for sensory stimulation. And, she can focus just fine as long as she's moving or chewing on something. In fact, she has almost no problems at school. She's able to get input in ways that are not disruptive to her class, her teachers adore her, and she's above grade level in every area. Her teachers completely scoffed at the idea that it was suggested she has ADHD. <br />
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Knowing that we desperately needed more guidance in managing Taylor's behaviors, we decided to pay out of pocket for OT at the recommended clinic. The OT we saw, came highly recommended by a dear friend who has a son with autism. During our first meeting with our OT, it became very clear how experienced and knowledgeable she is. I felt hopeful and relieved, but also a little sad, because it made all of this more real and valid. Mostly, though, I was grateful we found someone who was finally going to help us. <br />
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Prior to our appointment, I wrote a detailed report of Taylor's relevant medical history (food allergies, asthma, multiple episodes of pneumonia, chronic ear infections as an infant, the fact that she was born with the cord around her neck - which is listed as one of the factors with kids with SPD). I also wrote about our biggest behavioral challenges, and what we've put in place at home. <br />
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<span style="font-size: 100%;">Our OT began our session by giving us a tour of the clinic. We ended in the "imagination room" where Taylor played with trains and cars while hubby and I talked with the OT. She began by going through a sensory profile with us. This was a multiple page scale that asked questions about how Taylor responds in certain situations. By the time we reached the 4th question, we were having a vivid dialog about our challenges and our OT had realized that we've already put a lot of things in place to help Taylor cope. For example, one of the questions was related to if Taylor is able to behave appropriately while eating out. I explained she is, as long as I bring a bag full of appropriate toys to occupy her. Left to her own devices, she'll crawl under the table, talk excessively and interrupt, and not have the patience to sit at the table. And, let's not forget about the fact that she almost never actually eats the food she is served. The food either tastes "yucky", doesn't look "good", is just plain "gross", isn't the same as the same item that I make at home or that she's served at school. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 100%;">During our discussion, we were very aware that Taylor was listening to every word that was said. I'll be completely and wholeheartedly honest, here, in hopes to validate what you may be feeling reading this, if you have a child who regularly challenges you beyond what you feel you can manage. A lot of our conversation revolved around my husband feeling like a referee between Taylor and I. While John and I have a very united front in our parenting, Taylor responds much better to his direction and discipline than she does to me. Through this very candid discussion (while attempting to be discreet so as to not offend Taylor or impact her self-esteem), it became obvious to our OT how exhausting and unpleasant it was for me to be alone with Taylor. Everything was a battle. Our OT said the words for me in a completely empathetic and validating way, that I didn't "like" my child. This brought tears to my eyes. Tears because, she was absolutely right. Tears because how awful does that sound? Tears because I remember when she was about a yr old, someone commenting on how obvious it was that I really "liked" my kid and what a great relationship we had. I cried because we had lost that. I cried because despite all of my education and experience as a social worker, I felt totally lost at how to parent my own child. I believe that God doesn't give us anymore than we can handle, but I was really feeling like God had overestimated my abilities and strength. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 100%;">During that session, our OT gave us a lot of hope. She validated my parenting style, but also pointed to its weaknesses when it comes to raising a very strong-willed child with sensory issues. There were so many light bulb moments during that hour, I can't even begin to share it all. But I want you to know, that now, just a few months later, I can say that I like my child again, and I enjoy spending time with her. I no longer dread the weekends. Yes, there are still a lot of days that are exhausting, and she still has sensory struggles, but I'm able to control my reactions to her behavior and be more empathetic and help her through these challenges. </span><br />
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<br />Crafty Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07886015439379154821noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2347490664868509954.post-44761078163085231942012-11-24T11:21:00.002-08:002012-11-24T18:39:42.752-08:00Journey toward a diagnosis - Sensory Processing Disorder.*This is another entry into our Journey with Sensory Processing Disorder. I actually wrote this after Taylor's initial consult with a pediatric neurologist in May 7th, 2012. I'm just getting around to posting it now.*<br />
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Today, we took another step in our journey toward a diagnosis of Sensory Processing Disorder. We've had two sessions with our OT and she's convinced based on my report of Taylor's behaviors and observing Taylor in our home for two hours in which Taylor showed her true sensational colors, that Taylor does, indeed, have Sensory Processing Disorder. Specifically, she believes Taylor has Sensory Modulation disorder with primarily sensory seeking behaviors.
As I mentioned before, SPD is a neurological disorder. Back when we were first faced with road blocks of getting OT covered by our insurance, I discovered it would be helpful for us to see a neurologist and get an actual diagnosis of a neurological disorder. Currently, SPD would fall under neurological disorder NOS (not otherwise specified) since SPD is not in the current DSM. So, today we saw a pediatric neurologist through Loma Linda Children's hospital.<br />
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In preparing for Taylor's appointments, I learned long ago, that our appts are the most productive, when I write a summary of problems I'm seeing and questions I have, along with my goals for the appt. We had Taylor's birthday party yesterday and planning for that, combined with some other unexpected stress, left me with little time to devote to prepare a written summary for today's appointment. So today, I wasn't as prepared as I usually am. The doc began by questioning the symptoms I reported verbally. He questioned how this is different than any other child. Of course, Taylor wasn't helping our case given she was sitting contently silent, and fairly still, beside me. Of course she had a very mellow day because she got lots of stimulation yesterday at her party. Suddenly I felt defensive, but I also realized I wasn't reporting my concerns well enough to paint a true picture of my daughter and our daily struggles.<br />
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I handed the very nice doctor the report I had written a few months ago for our OT. Once he looked over that list of 12 bullet points of persistent problematic behaviors which are classic SPD behaviors, as well as my completed checklist for the Out Of Sync Child, he stated a full neurological assessment is warranted so we truly know what we're dealing with and how best to help her. The neurologist agrees Taylor has "issues" and wants her seen in his pediatric neurological assessment program. Through this program, she will receive approx 26hrs of testing and observation/evaluation. This testing will be broken into 3-4 hour sessions over several months. At the end of it all, we will have a better idea of Taylor's strengths, and areas to focus on in treatment.<br />
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Ultimately, I'm hoping through this program we will reach a diagnosis and from that work on a treatment program. Most importantly, I want to ensure she gets the right strategies in place so she can continue to succeed in school. She'll be going into 1st grade in public school in the fall. Currently, she's in a private kindergarten class in a preschool where she's been since the age of 2. There are maybe 100 kids total in the school. There are 15 students in her class, 1 teacher and 1 full-time teacher's aid. When she heads to public school, she'll be in a class of 30+ students with one teacher, and she'll be expected to sit and focus for 6hrs as opposed to the current 3 hrs. Her recess time will be shorter and she won't be able to have the level of intense activity on the playground that gets currently. At her current school, she often hangs upside down on the monkey bars for long periods of time. I don't understand the science behind it, but I know that hanging upside down helps people with SPD "organize" their nervous system. According to our OT, public schools in our area don't allow kids to hang upside down on the monkey bars. Yep. Seriously. I'm sure she'll figure out other ways to get the input she needs, but that's just one of the many hurdles I see us needing to jump as she transitions to public school.<br />
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The neurologist made it clear that he doesn't feel she has "severe" SPD. I agree. I also feel like we're miles ahead on our journey since the first time we met our OT. Heck, a year ago, I didn't even realize the extent of Taylor's sensory seeking behaviors. They were pretty well managed because she was getting enough appropriate input at school. It wasn't until she moved to the kindergarten classroom last June that I realized what a sensational kid she is and how critical it is that she receive appropriate stimulation in the appropriate amount.<br />
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So, all in all, it was a productive appt.<br />
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It's seems like forever since I wrote something here and hit "publish". I almost feel like I should reintroduce myself ;). I've really been missing this little corner of my world. Truth be told, I haven't been feeling all that "social" during the last several months and it's taken most of my effort to go to work and maintain a few very close friendships and nurture my little family. So, what has been going on in my life that has me feeling as though everything is a huge effort? What has me retreating to people, places and things that I know to be comforting to my soul? What has triggered me to focus on real priorities and getting back to basics? Well, it can be summed up in one word. Grief.<br />
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Grief is one little word that is so huge and comes with such a heavy burden, but when worked through, can also lead to true feelings of refreshment and renewal. If there is one thing I know to be true about grief, it's that grief is incredibly personal and each person has their own ways of grieving. In writing about this topic, here, in my little corner of cyberspace, I'm by no means trying to spout off some secret wisdom as though I'm some grief expert. I simply want to share what's been going on in my life for the last several months, and share how I've been coping, in hopes that it may offer someone else comfort.<br />
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So, for starters, I'm a hospice social worker. I've been doing hospice work for about 3 1/2 yrs. I face death and dying on a daily basis. But, and this is a big BUT...the people who are dying and the families and loved ones of those who are dying, are not my friends. Do I care about them? Sure, most of the time ;). Do I let myself become emotionally attached to them? Rarely, but sometimes it happens. As a social worker, I have learned to develop healthy boundaries between myself and my patients and their families. I have an ethical responsibility to maintain professional relationships with my patients and clients and not form personal relationships. Do I hug them and offer them sincere comfort as they share their fears, and worries and ultimate grief with me? Of course, I do. But I always keep in mind that my purpose is to support them through this time, as a professional, and then move on. If I became emotionally involved with all the families I work with I would be useless. I'd become so intensely emotionally exhausted that I would have nothing left to give my patients, their families or more importantly, my own friends and family.<br />
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Quite often I'm asked by the families I work with "How do you do this everyday?" In other words, how do I deal with the emotions of grief and watching people die on a daily basis. Well, first I know my role in all of this, as I just mentioned. But secondly, I'm not watching *my* loved ones die. I'm not watching *my* loved ones lose someone they love. That is the difference. And it's a difference that is huge.<br />
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<i><b>Last October it became personal...</b></i><br />
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In late October, I got a call from my mom and I felt as though my heart was ripped out. She called to tell me that my on again, off again ex-boyfriend from highschool, died suddenly in his sleep. He was just 35 yrs old. He was a HUGE part of my life every single day for several years. Some of my happiest and saddest moments of my highschool life were with him. My relationship with him taught me so many things and helped shape a lot of who I am today. Our relationship was complicated. That's probably an understatement. And working through his death also proved to be complicated. I experienced a sorrow and sense of emptiness that I had never felt before. Because our relationship was so unique with so many layers, losing him for a final time, has also been a unique loss, with many layers.<br />
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I'm no stranger to death in my personal life. In fact, I had my social worker friends recruiting me to work in hospice for years before I finally decided to apply for a position. I always said I had too many "death issues". My maternal grandfather died when I was 6 yrs old. When I was 12, my favorite Great Uncle died. I had numerous other losses that left me angry at God, and confused. In high school, I was touched by death more than any teenager should be. Almost all of these losses were sudden, or at least unexpected to me. The notion that someone can be full of life one moment and gone the next, was one that I learned fairly early in my life.<br />
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Unfortunately, I've continued to be touched by multiple deaths of friends, family, co-workers and acquaintances over the last several years.<br />
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So, when I got this call from my mom in October, who still lives in my hometown, I knew from the tone of her voice that someone I loved had died. As I tried to work through this incredible loss, I leaned on my closest friends and my amazing husband. I cried, and I cried and I cried. I slept as an escape and I had nights when the insomnia was unbearable. I'm still working through this and the burden of that grief has gotten lighter each day.<br />
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<i><b>Six months later I'm grieving again...</b></i><br />
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In the Spring of this year, my sweet Grandmother, was admitted to the hospital. After several weeks, she passed away peacefully with my devoted Grandfather at her side on April 25th. This was my first time experiencing an expected death in my personal life, with the exception of my husband's grandmother. It felt very strange to me. I was caught off-guard by how emotional I was. Afterall, I knew she wasn't going to recover. I was the one asking my mom why my Grandmother hadn't been put on hospice, yet. I was the one explaining the dying process to my mother and explaining that her body was showing definite signs that it was shutting down and anything other than efforts to keep her comfortable, would be futile at this point. But even with my acceptance of the inevitable, when the moment finally came that I learned she had died, I was once again, in tears over losing someone I loved so deeply and grieving for my family. The week after my grandmother died, I spent a lot of time in my craft room. I worked through this grief by creating, by working in my art journal. I've become incredibly thankful for the therapeutic value of art over the last several months.<br />
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I had to be careful in my hospice work and was very aware of my own grief when working with my patients and their families. I relied on my supportive friends, co-workers and family. And, with time, that grief has become more bearable.<br />
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<i><b>And I thought I knew how grief felt, but I've never felt this lonely...</b></i><br />
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Just as I was starting to feel like myself again, around the middle of June, my precious, loyal chocolate lab, began noticeably losing weight. At 11 1/2 yrs old, we'd known for some time, that his time with us was limited. Last December, he showed signs of advanced arthritis and was unable to walk one morning. I was a big ball of tears that morning as I took him to the vet and expected for certain they would tell me I needed to put him down. To my elated surprise, he was diagnosed with arthritis and put on medications and within a few weeks, he had moments of giddiness that had him bouncing around like a puppy again.<br />
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So, when he began losing weight in June, and his appetite decreased, and I had to fill his bowl less often, my husband and I finally worked up the courage to take him into the vet, knowing that ultimately he was dying and we would be putting him to sleep. We took a few days to make this final decision and I spent sleepless nights petting his silky soft ears, and staring into his big brown eyes, as my own eyes shed tears as I anticipated the loneliness and sadness my family and I would feel.<br />
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We took him to the vet the morning of July 10th. I wanted to be assured that we were doing the right thing, so I had the vet run blood work to determine if there was a treatable cause for his significant weight loss and overall decline. His blood work revealed that he had developed diabetes and his blood sugar was sky high. We left the vet with hope that we could manage this, knowing it wouldn't be easy but I felt capable of managing this. Over the next 2 days, our sweet dog got worse, stopped eating altogether and began to develop cataracts. I would never wish that experience on anyone. We put him down the evening of July 12th. That week was probably the worst week of my life.<br />
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Hana (named after the Road to Hana in Maui), was the epitomy of a lab. He was an abundance of energy for the first 3 yrs of his life. He knocked me over several times with excitement as he greeted me. He could clear a coffee table with one wag of his super strong tail. We picked him out from his backyard breeder (not a puppy mill) when he was just 2 weeks old. We visited him every weekend until he was ready to leave his mama and we were moved into our new home.<br />
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Hana was our baby. He was my baby. He immediately became very attached to me, and was always, always by my side. If I moved, he moved. If I got up, he followed me. If I stopped, he stopped and laid down at my feet. If I stayed up too late, he told me it was time for bed. When I came home, he was always at the front door to greet me. Several months ago, I woke up from a nap on a Sunday afternoon, and walked into the living room. When I entered the room, my husband said "I knew you were up because I could hear Hana's tail hitting the wall. When he walks down the hall alone his tail doesn't hit the wall, but when he walks with you, I always hear his tail". That comment has really stuck with me. I'd give anything to hear his tail hit the wall again.<br />
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I've always known that I would be a mess when Hana died. Everyone who has been to my house, knows how attached Hana and I were to each other. Losing him has been the saddest, loneliest loss, I think I've ever experienced. I don't feel that I'm alone in my grief, he was a member of our family, and I know he is deeply missed by all of us. But I think I really feel his absence more than anyone else, because he truly was an extension of myself. He was truly attached to me, physically and emotionally.<br />
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When I was pregnant with Taylor, I had a miserable pregnancy. I have very fond memories of lying down on the couch everyday at 4:00 to watch Oprah, and having Hana climb up on the couch and snuggle with me. At that time, he was a full grown 5 year old, 80lb boy, but I loved that he always thought of himself as a lap dog. As I looked through old pictures of Hana after he died, I realized just how attached he was to me, and then to Taylor. In almost every picture of Taylor as a baby, Hana is right there by our side.<br />
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In no way do I feel like I have even began to process the grief I have over Hana's death. I'm certainly not in denial, and I've shed more tears over his death than I think I've ever shed in my life (and I cry often), but I know that all that I'm feeling is still the initial layer of my grief. I think, with all my experiences with death and loss, I grieve well. I tend to face grief head on with a "Bring it On, let's work through this and move forward" attitude. My attitude in dealing with Hana's death has been no different.<br />
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<b><i>It's not over, yet...hit with another loss</i></b><br />
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So, obviously the last 8 months or so, have been filled with loss and grief and have caused me to reevaluate my depression, which is nothing new, but has been well managed for years. When my grandmother died, I knew that it would not be long until my Grandfather also died. His existing health problems, combined with his now "broken heart" would surely cause him to want nothing more than to be with his lifelong love in heaven. And, as I expected, my grandfather's health declined after the death of my grandmother, and he died peacefully on July 27th. Just 3 months and a few days after the death of my grandmother.<br />
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Multiple losses, like I've experienced, magnifies giref. With each loss we face, we are reminded of our previous losses. That can be both good and bad. Good, in that it reminds us that we've been here before and we survived. Bad, in that we often find ourselves faced with unresolved grief if we didn't take the time to grieve before. Finally, earlier this week, I realized I had to take some time off work. All of my grief and stress has taken it's toll on me, and I know I'm not functioning where I should be. I only took a few days off, but it's some time for me to focus on myself, process another layer of my grief, and be kind to my soul. I'm so thankful I have a wonderful, supportive husband (who is no stranger to death, himself) who has quietly held me tight through all of these losses, and treasured friends who also help me grieve, listen to me, hand me tissue when I cry, and offer distractions when needed, too. And there are wonderful things that have been sprinkled in these last several months, too. It hasn't all been filled with heartache. For one, one of my best friend's gave birth, which reminded me of the miracles of life. When I've been able to peek out of my depression, I've created expressive pages in my art journal, and I've been playing with some new art mediums and techniques.<br />
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So, that's what's been going on. That's why I haven't been posting. Sometimes I feel torn about my depression, because as a social worker, I want to minimize the stigma associated with depression and anxiety, and one way I can to do that is by blogging about my own experiences. But, at the same time, depression is, well, depressing and I don't want to become Debbie Downer on my blog, ya know? I want this little corner to be somewhere that people can come and feel empowered to create and empowered to parent their child with special needs (um, yeah, that's a whole 'nother issue right now, as we face the Taylor's transition to a new school, I could write a whole other post about anxiety, and a post on grief for parents of kids with special needs and complex medical issues). At the same, time though, I want to keep things real, here. I want to be authentic. So, that's why I decided to share the story behind my absence. Grief.<br />
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I'll plan a post on specific things that are helping me get through these sad times, in hopes of helping some of you cope with whatever grief you have. <br />
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<br />Crafty Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07886015439379154821noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2347490664868509954.post-47573346685203958442012-02-27T14:54:00.002-08:002012-02-27T14:59:28.578-08:00Team Ashley Auction Starts TODAY!!!<p><span >Woo HOO! Today is the day! All the items have been listed and the site is live, so you can browse through these beautiful items (almost all of which are handmade!). Auction starts at 5pm PST/8pm EST. So, hop on over to <a href="http://evystree.com/blog/?p=1956">Evy's Tree Blog</a> for a link to the auction site. Happy Bidding!</span></p><p><span ><span style="font-size: 100%; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial;"><img style="border:0;" align="left" src="http://i643.photobucket.com/albums/uu155/pslakerfan/signaturesmall2.jpg" /></span></span><br /></p>Crafty Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07886015439379154821noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2347490664868509954.post-35744180122329500392012-02-27T13:56:00.005-08:002012-02-27T16:07:15.577-08:00Take Time to Stop and Smell the Flowers<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPdhZ3SSzqXGZjDuNir-H1wNVyZTYcjDoh59RU9W5xdb48NQllkLO_zRJQbD5iwziVEutCjtDK2mkFriC_alde8ZT0wl-LG_LcxkDdZOFXUY_1K7vPc_h9l4R2g7n1WTHkyzQDIChDLoqZ/s1600/FlowerField1.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPdhZ3SSzqXGZjDuNir-H1wNVyZTYcjDoh59RU9W5xdb48NQllkLO_zRJQbD5iwziVEutCjtDK2mkFriC_alde8ZT0wl-LG_LcxkDdZOFXUY_1K7vPc_h9l4R2g7n1WTHkyzQDIChDLoqZ/s400/FlowerField1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713938885793046098" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 100%; text-align: left; ">Taylor didn't go to school today because she's had a bad cold all weekend. She's much better today, but I decided to go ahead and keep her home since she's still coughing a fair bit and low on energy. I had an appointment for myself and I brought her along. As we headed out the door, I grabbed my camera and stuffed it in my purse. On the way there, we discovered a surprise field of wildflowers! As I pointed out the flowers to Taylor, I was instantly happy I had my camera. When I asked if we could stop on the way back so we could take some pictures and pick some flowers, she squealed with delicious 5 yr old delight and said "Yes!".</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjii2h8f5acN3X27ByEaNGbZATJG2Zo5nuEZcNaAJ4DVfWNtkltn6IOxS2zzK8d-3RB9vebh0EQbM1HthmTnTNJ4zruaGTCWlrldVx537fcqMmQCohmXLaTgWNIcF9HlJPfc8F46JdOzHcA/s1600/FlowerField2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjii2h8f5acN3X27ByEaNGbZATJG2Zo5nuEZcNaAJ4DVfWNtkltn6IOxS2zzK8d-3RB9vebh0EQbM1HthmTnTNJ4zruaGTCWlrldVx537fcqMmQCohmXLaTgWNIcF9HlJPfc8F46JdOzHcA/s400/FlowerField2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713938878610468754" /></a>I'm so glad I had my camera because I love the shots I got! Of course, I like to keep it real and these pictures don't capture some of the other details of this spontaneous sidetrack in our day, so I'll fill you in on some details. Taylor was scared of the ants on the ground, she didn't like the feel of the weeds on her feet because she was wearing sandals, and she was whining about a few bees we saw while wandering in the field. I was worried as we picked the flowers that a cop would drive by and fine us because I believe picking wild flowers in the state of California is a crime. Oh, and the "field" it wasn't much of a "field". It was actually an empty corner lot at a very busy intersection. But a field of wildflowers sounds much more magical than an empty corner lot, doesn't it?</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz0idkuFyDzsJPLdmxC1P1qtC-1ZwnQKmSMHhq2HZRp3rZtUVwhyzsDflM-V5A04TjvExGn_6z5mLpfpvba3OLdhyphenhyphenN0KXCkFfkwi4Ze9zOQW7HAzF0abVa7Nav06QSU7fWLprhEwB1gqO2/s1600/FlowerField3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz0idkuFyDzsJPLdmxC1P1qtC-1ZwnQKmSMHhq2HZRp3rZtUVwhyzsDflM-V5A04TjvExGn_6z5mLpfpvba3OLdhyphenhyphenN0KXCkFfkwi4Ze9zOQW7HAzF0abVa7Nav06QSU7fWLprhEwB1gqO2/s400/FlowerField3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713938873436059346" /></a><br />I edited these photos using free actions from <a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/photography/2010/03/actions-update-2/">The Pioneer Woman</a>. On the first photo I used Lovely and Ethereal. On the second one I used Sunshine. And on the third photo I used Soft and Faded. I think that last one is one of my new favorite photos. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br />Thanks for reading. I hope you're having a good day, and remember to take time to create a little magic and stop and smell the flowers. :)<br /><p><br /><img style="border:0;" align="left" src="http://i643.photobucket.com/albums/uu155/pslakerfan/signaturesmall2.jpg" /><br /></p><br /></div></div>Crafty Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07886015439379154821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2347490664868509954.post-87373158628058821172012-02-25T08:41:00.003-08:002012-02-25T09:02:03.454-08:00Qwirkle! Super Fun Game for Family Game Night!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji8f50Lmh_diPaayt-QmkhS9gXFW_azWMOzdfVZACzRgfXsbk4OsUFZnF1AHfRk6rKDZpdFXPyA_erNj1_FQ85ddhnux3xk4RshacSlV-P5wBiHBRZrGuoDrBQtWr1LtlFTgI3vAz1QFDz/s1600/Qwirkle1.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji8f50Lmh_diPaayt-QmkhS9gXFW_azWMOzdfVZACzRgfXsbk4OsUFZnF1AHfRk6rKDZpdFXPyA_erNj1_FQ85ddhnux3xk4RshacSlV-P5wBiHBRZrGuoDrBQtWr1LtlFTgI3vAz1QFDz/s400/Qwirkle1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713115122127755890" /></a><br /><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">Thank you to my best friend, <a href="http://mycraftyfriendjen.blogspot.com/">Jen</a>, who told me about this super fun game! </span></span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/MindWare-M32016-Qwirkle-Board-Game/dp/1933054395/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1330188360&sr=8-1" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Qwirkle</a><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;"> is a family game for ages 6 and up. Even younger players can play with a little help. To start, each player gets 6 tiles, then the person with the most tiles sharing a common shape or color, lays those tiles in a row on the table. The next player adds at least 1 tile to the tiles that already there. So, in this game, John played the three flower like shapes, I added the 3 circles, and Taylor added the purple star-like shape. </span></span><div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span style="font-size: 100%; ">As you play tiles, you replace your tiles so that you always have 6 tiles. Taylor is a very smart kid and loves to create patterns so we knew she would love this game. We've played twice now, and I have to admit, the first time we played it was a little confusing for all of us, but definitely fun! We played again last night and Taylor needed a little less help in choosing where to play her tiles. The scoring is similar to scrabble. When you add tiles to a row, you get 1 point for each tile you've paid, and you get points for the tiles that were already in the row. Creating a row of 6 tiles either the same shape or color, gives you a "Qwirkle" earning you 6 bonus points! </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCoCWo3q-E_KeSfnSWXleY8MRwQWtQLKW_cF9gtPO-hocg14Lx9laCcOIpniYFFt7ebANmZzIJus70uJu3eRukQGuPjxxoMKrYG_cvqxETT5Toz7IiUXHWJq8eHd8VqcsyUFv0xHVUP3Zv/s1600/Qwirkle2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCoCWo3q-E_KeSfnSWXleY8MRwQWtQLKW_cF9gtPO-hocg14Lx9laCcOIpniYFFt7ebANmZzIJus70uJu3eRukQGuPjxxoMKrYG_cvqxETT5Toz7IiUXHWJq8eHd8VqcsyUFv0xHVUP3Zv/s400/Qwirkle2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713115119690546514" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left; ">As the game progresses, your table will look like this...</span></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia789YY78V5_lceqimrJhzO3B0GNG5fgdR9SRGhhOTKp5FadJhSgUuTZt1t57jD4P6rksCSqYQcxAlwpJfdW0iAFSyJPXrT3PkQnw29nAL2iIhDpfWbVBaBQ_DCZF82wKicxCaSjYrMfg0/s1600/Quirkle3.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia789YY78V5_lceqimrJhzO3B0GNG5fgdR9SRGhhOTKp5FadJhSgUuTZt1t57jD4P6rksCSqYQcxAlwpJfdW0iAFSyJPXrT3PkQnw29nAL2iIhDpfWbVBaBQ_DCZF82wKicxCaSjYrMfg0/s400/Quirkle3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713115115173696770" /></a><p style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "></p><div>I definitely like this game a whole lot more than Chutes and Ladders or Candyland! </div><br class="Apple-interchange-newline"><img style="border:0;" align="left" src="http://i643.photobucket.com/albums/uu155/pslakerfan/signaturesmall2.jpg" /><br /><p></p><br /></div></div>Crafty Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07886015439379154821noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2347490664868509954.post-53807220123015150212012-02-23T17:08:00.003-08:002012-02-23T17:25:44.691-08:00Team Ashley - Choose Joy Auction and Benefit {Let the Countdown begin!}<p style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">The big auction benefiting <a href="http://www.lilblueboo.com/">Ashley</a> is just a few days away! I can hardly wait to see what the amazing blogging community and Team Ashley has put together! Of course <a href="http://acraftymomslife.blogspot.com/2012/02/she-chooses-joy-mixed-media-canvas-for.html">my canvas </a>will be one of over 200 items up for grabs, with 100% of the funds raised going toward Ashley's medical bills. </p><p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiut7pcRF1Rdrf1sqCxo-utowY0lt8c9MOkYsiaWNI8oYnUzVjNYsalgwq_LRYB717DePsbkMb48joolOt7R9ly2XTbJOGnpa0J4xW_9cPnYQxjEidhJ7Nv29jjKaND05NsPc6UD7CWGfnA/s400/ChooseJoyCanvas1.jpg" /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">There was a sneak peek today of some other items listed in the auction over at Evy's Tree. Head on over and check them out. <a href="http://stephaniecorfee.com/">Stephanie Corfee</a> and Ashley formed a partnership long ago and she continues to capture me with her free flowing doodles. I adore the super cute stuff she designed for the auction. Being a big doodler myself, I recently bought <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Creative-Doodling-Beyond-Inspiring-exercises/dp/1600582478/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1330046517&sr=8-1">Stephanie's book</a>. I absolutely LOVE it! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So, take a look at <a href="http://evystree.com/blog/?p=1940">the auction sneak peek </a>and be sure to check back on Monday for a link to the auction site!</div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial;"><img style="border:0;" align="left" src="http://i643.photobucket.com/albums/uu155/pslakerfan/signaturesmall2.jpg" /></span></span><br /><p></p>Crafty Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07886015439379154821noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2347490664868509954.post-74358418134702647762012-02-21T08:00:00.000-08:002012-02-21T08:00:11.470-08:00Starting Kindergarten with Sensory Processing Disorder<p style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI9e-jCTW8USBD9B2h7ZVxd1tX8Yp-GFtnQXdCAC3xuk9Kd2mP-gj34ztNqdM0etotZ3df8qQMQabmsKr8qowKgVy0a82Ux9AiWMmio7bsr7q97bIMZcfGNecCVmn4Knj5ZO_yCKecPGlk/s320/IMG_1181RS-745145.jpg" /> </p><p><br /></p><p>This is part 2 of a series I'm writing about our SPD journey. You can read <a href="http://acraftymomslife.blogspot.com/2011/12/sensory-processing-disordermy-amazing.html">part 1 here</a>.</p><p>In June of 2011, Taylor moved from her pre-K class at the preschool she'd been attending for 3 yrs, into the preschool's kindergarten class. While this class was just across the hall from her pre-K class, in many ways, it was a whole different world. First, her 2 best friends that she'd been with for the last 3 yrs were no longer at her school. They took the summer off and then moved into another kindergarten program. In the pre-k class, the students spent a fair amount of time standing at tables while doing their "academic" work. There was a lot of time for free play and art projects. Kids were also allowed to have a doll or stuffed animal to sleep with at nap-time.</p><p>In the kindergarten classroom, students sit in chairs at desks that are in groups of 4 to do their academic work. Their work time is generally 3 hrs long, with a short recess in the middle. There are 15 students in her class (remember, she's in a private kinder program). After lunch, the students have naptime for 2hrs and then snack, then recess and then free play time. </p><p>The transition to kindergarten was challenging for a few reasons:</p><p>1) Taylor was expected to sit, confined to a chair, for longer amounts of time</p><p>2) There was less opportunity for messy art projects (gluing, painting, etc)</p><p>3) She was no longer able to sleep with her beloved Sally at naptime, because the kinder class has a "no dolls" rule. </p><p>4) She was expected to focus on academics for a longer period of time. </p><p>5) She had to adjust to a new teacher's style and a new classroom routine. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUj5maCIi-BA9r1PXY48ThrRj0BdEkAFL53WEObLeU6GVlYj2gFX5cEzhMCGHjO63XicZh8o-1WTOamodXe9zf7hIBJ8rV9_v73hZK0Ok-rjfJSgjuYEWg63ZANCLYBM4ShQAtk8NIWatT/s320/IMG_1148-746718.jpg" /> </p><p>To make matters worse, the transition occurred in the Summer in the desert. Summer temps where we live regularly get well over 100* which obviously limits outdoor playtime, which limits Taylor's ability to get the vestibular and proprioceptive input that she needs. In other words, she wasn't able to run, climb and swing outside every day. The vestibular sense is related to movement. Taylor is a sensory seeker, so she needs to move much more than other kids. Proprioception is related to body awareness and input to one's muscles and joints. So, deep touch, pushing, lifting and climbing are examples of activities that give Taylor the proprioceptive input she needs. </p><p>So, when Taylor would come home at the end of the day from kindergarten, she would literally be bouncing off the walls. She would be running, climbing on furniture, doing flips off the chairs in the living room, kicking me, pushing me (oh, how happy I am that she's ditched that behavior!), pinching me, mouthing any object she could get her hands on, talking and yelling and singing excessively. It was exhausting just watching her! </p><p>Fortunately, I have an amazing friend who has a son with Autism. One evening in September, this friend came over to hang out and observed many of the behaviors that were driving me batty. We began talking about strategies to help manage Taylor's sensory issues. I read <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Out---Sync-Child-Recognizing-Processing/dp/0399531653/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1329705689&sr=8-1">The Out of Sync Child</a> again. I read <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Out---Sync-Child-Has-Revised/dp/0399532714/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1329705689&sr=8-2">The Out of Sync Child Has Fun</a>, again. And, most importantly, I put things in place at home to help Taylor get the sensory input she desperately needs to help her manage her behaviors. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKI1CR4cI9SVJsp7m6IETujKCtVwcTCJFks7GN1Gu_bExuFdF6G03b5T-F-lTNClV4ca6TE9_zL4xwPcbhW6isHF-XMygwEJui4b82htyTVFmhLYMYi323QFeAA5bY52qnujeJl4ejmHyc/s320/IMG_1165-748894.jpg" /> </p><p>While I've done a LOT of research on SPD, I'm still feeling very overwhelmed and confused about how to best implement strategies and sensory activities with Taylor. Occupational therapy is the recommended treatment for SPD. Unfortunately, we've hit some roadblocks in trying to access occupational therapy for Taylor. In my next post, I'll share the challenges we're experiencing, how we're navigating this bumpy road, what we're doing in the meantime to help Taylor. </p><p><img style="border:0;" align="left" src="http://i643.photobucket.com/albums/uu155/pslakerfan/signaturesmall2.jpg" /><br /></p>Crafty Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07886015439379154821noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2347490664868509954.post-35960505056449036242012-02-19T17:50:00.000-08:002012-02-19T17:51:46.685-08:00Sensory Processing Disorder...My amazing girl has it!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiztjkTXI9QQ04KqEYPBqnWb92a_Glnl7Gpc4M-IyJjQgh8w8LSuXKiAsqa0BYLaX0mlSWZz6b8GsojJazvS2UwQ5b2iSPxtxlZMPs8qYVUMDnmzOIg2P7E6j2C9KH231QmQ5VE_ixwUOpX/s1600/IMG_1775.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiztjkTXI9QQ04KqEYPBqnWb92a_Glnl7Gpc4M-IyJjQgh8w8LSuXKiAsqa0BYLaX0mlSWZz6b8GsojJazvS2UwQ5b2iSPxtxlZMPs8qYVUMDnmzOIg2P7E6j2C9KH231QmQ5VE_ixwUOpX/s400/IMG_1775.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692914010473828626" /></a><br /><p>I've struggled with blogging about my daughter's newly diagnosed sensory processing disorder (there's controversary in whether it's even a "diagnosis" because it's not in the DSM, but I'll discuss that another day). I've wondered if it's exploitation. I've wondered what she'll think about what I've shared when she grows older and she reads my blog. I've wondered if I would be doing more harm than good by blogging about SPD and how it affects our family. But, ultimately, helping people is who I am and what I'm all about. I'm a social worker. Not only is it what I do, it's who I am. When faced with blended family issues and divorce and depression as a teenager, I began volunteering and helping others in similar circumstances. That was what first got me hooked on social work. When Taylor was diagnosed with food allergies, I quickly joined <a href="http://www.kidswithfoodallergies.org/">Kids With Food Allergies</a> to get support and before long, I regularly shared our experience as a way to help others through their journey with food allergies. So, it just seems logical to me that I would blog about SPD as a way to not only process and record what we experience, but also to help other parents and families trying to manage SPD.</p><p>So, What is SPD? </p><p><span><i style="font-family: Tahoma, verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Sensory Processing Disorder</i><span style="font-family: Tahoma, verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "> (SPD, formerly known as "sensory integration dysfunction") is a condition that exists when sensory signals </span><i style="font-family: Tahoma, verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">don't</i><span style="font-family: Tahoma, verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "> get organized into appropriate responses. Pioneering occupational therapist and neuroscientist A. Jean Ayres, PhD, likened SPD to a neurological "traffic jam" that prevents certain parts of the brain from receiving the information needed to interpret sensory information correctly. A person with SPD finds it difficult to process and act upon information received through the senses, which creates challenges in performing countless everyday tasks. Motor clumsiness, behavioral problems, anxiety, depression, school failure, and other impacts may result if the disorder is not treated effectively.</span></span> </p><p><span style="color: rgb(82, 82, 82); font-family: Tahoma, verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><a href="http://www.sinetwork.org/about-sensory-processing-disorder.html">source</a></span></p><p>Looking back, I see several <a href="http://www.sensory-processing-disorder.com/sensory-processing-disorder-checklist.html">SPD symptoms</a> that were present with Taylor as an infant and toddler. She had horrible sleeping patterns as an infant. I could talk for ages about how she never slept more than 20 minutes in the first 3 wks of her life. When she *did* sleep, she was either in our arms, or in her swing. She absolutely adored being carried in a sling. She lived in her sling. I think I would have gone insane if I didn't know about babywearing. She finally started sleeping for an hr to 2 hrs at a time after we watched The Happiest Baby on the Block. And we swaddled her and put her in her swing to sleep. <span style="font-size: 100%; ">By 3 months, Taylor was diagnosed with reflux, so we chalked all of this up to reflux. Now, I think it was a combination of SPD and reflux. She nursed for comfort and everytime she nursed, she played with my hair, often getting her fingers caught in my hair.</span></p><p>Once Taylor started solids, she stuffed herself with food. When she began drinking from a cup, she "chugged" her drinks. It was as though she didn't know how to drink slowly (she still does this). As a toddler, she was much more active than her playmates. When I introduced her to messy art, she could never get enough. I remember telling people that she never watched TV, even if I put on Sesame Street, she'd never be engaged enough to focus on it. Her favorite past-time was jumping on the couch. When we went to the playground, I could never push her high enough on the swing.</p><p>While developing appropriately, at age 2, she was still not sleeping through the night. She was still nursing and still using a pacifier for comfort. We often had to tell her "gentle" when playing with us, our animals and other children. These reminders to be gentle had little impact, even with us modelling appropriate touch. She could destroy a tidy and well-organized room within minutes of being in it. Remember, she got the nick-name <a href="http://acraftymomslife.blogspot.com/2010/06/tornado-taylor.html">Tornado Taylor</a>. By this age, she had also worn a bald spot on the right side of her head from twirling her hair constantly. </p><p>Picking her up from preschool was a nightmare (still is a lot of days). She would fight and argue and throw tantrums and run from me. I used to think the teachers must have wondered if I abuse her and that's why she hated going home. She loved being at school and all the teachers adored her (still do!).</p><p>At about 2 1/2, she was able to tell me that her jeans were "bad" and they should go in "time out" because they "hurt" her. I've only been able to get her to wear denim a handful of times since then. It was also around this age that I would notice she chewed and sucked on the bottom of her shirt or the cuffs of her sleeves. When she was 3 I was concerned about her tantrums. She would get sooo incredibly upset, she'd often become physically aggressive toward me, and she'd kick walls and doors. I'd have to physically restrain her to keep her safe. I've had some training in how to do this safely, since I've worked with children who become violent. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVryvgiFsZ4f-iwDMjN7pEleKpPE1OnTi_5igV4fEo5A3GLtpbqk9S_c9SWN7FzSLm-qpe8l8ru8dARblPEsKAXrq5kTQtdzYUTUkoNdUJ3YnxD1AXGsQEK7rxKx4K1frmass6eQjZ_Rk1/s320/IMG_6413-778731.JPG" /> </p><p>It was also around this time that I really had to engage her in structured activities at home on the weekends in order to keep her "well behaved". I started doing more messy art activities with her. At the time I had no idea these were sensory activities. I thought we might be on the road to a diagnosis of ADHD because she was so active and continued to run circles around her peers. </p><p>When she was almost 4 I remember thinking "Are kids still teething at four because, man this kid sucks and chews on everything!". We found ourselves saying "If it's not food it doesn't go in your mouth!" several times a day. </p><p>And then...someone suggested I read <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Raising-Your-Spirited-Child-Rev/dp/0060739665/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1325483875&sr=1-1">Raising Your Spirited Child</a>. WOW! That was a game changer for me. In reading that book, I found a new understanding of my daughter. I realized not only is she spirited, she also displayed a lot of sensory seeking behaviors. </p><p>In the midst of all this, we were still dealing with reflux, a new diagnosis of asthma and a few bouts of pneumonia. Taylor was also coughing while eating (and still "chugging" her drinks) which can be an indicator of swallowing issues. So, after our GI ordered several tests and procedures, we landed ourselves in an Occupational therapist's office for a feeding evaluation. I will feel forever indebted to the OT, Stacy who finally saw the same child that I saw. Stacy determined that Taylor's feeding issues were related to sensory issues. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBn0nvsMUl5HZK4eSxbOzNLjMvi7u7efFk_yXms2smTXKwCpCBGF4ACVyOjFCPSnYizfBHb_MiWE4udtrwz-uI1WTd7mSWtO-kkuGcwIpDmAURqtPcq9icmQUGXK3a2gaCND8wvdhs5MXH/s320/IMG_6892-736396.JPG" /> </p><p>Stacy commented on how cute and playful and smart Taylor is (she is all of those things!). But, within minutes, Stacy had turned the discussion from feeding issues to the behaviors she was seeing Taylor display in her office. Taylor was crawling on the floor on her hands and knees and spinning herself. She was bouncing on the therapy ball and climbing to reach a bin full of dried beans. Stacy started asking if I was seeing any sensory seeking behaviors at home. I immediately felt relieved and validated. I left with a greater understanding of my daughter, a list of <a href="http://www.sensory-processing-disorder.com/heavy-work-activities.html">heavy work activities</a>, and a recommendation to read <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Out---Sync-Child-Recognizing-Processing/dp/0399531653/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1325483841&sr=1-1">The Out of Sync Child</a>. </p><p>Taylor's "sensory issues" had been confirmed. But, as I wrote about in <a href="http://acraftymomslife.blogspot.com/2009/06/sensory-activities.html">this post</a>, I wasn't considering a diagnosis of Sensory Processing Disorder at that point. It wasn't until she entered kindergarten that I became more concerned about her sensory issues.</p><p>Stay tuned for part 2 of our SPD journey later this week. </p><p><img style="border:0;" align="left" src="http://i643.photobucket.com/albums/uu155/pslakerfan/signaturesmall2.jpg" /><br /></p>Crafty Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07886015439379154821noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2347490664868509954.post-494170441414943842012-02-14T18:00:00.000-08:002012-02-14T18:01:20.126-08:00She Chooses Joy - {A Mixed Media Canvas for the Choose Joy Auction and Benefit for Ashley Hackshaw}<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiut7pcRF1Rdrf1sqCxo-utowY0lt8c9MOkYsiaWNI8oYnUzVjNYsalgwq_LRYB717DePsbkMb48joolOt7R9ly2XTbJOGnpa0J4xW_9cPnYQxjEidhJ7Nv29jjKaND05NsPc6UD7CWGfnA/s1600/ChooseJoyCanvas1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiut7pcRF1Rdrf1sqCxo-utowY0lt8c9MOkYsiaWNI8oYnUzVjNYsalgwq_LRYB717DePsbkMb48joolOt7R9ly2XTbJOGnpa0J4xW_9cPnYQxjEidhJ7Nv29jjKaND05NsPc6UD7CWGfnA/s400/ChooseJoyCanvas1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709156732221062066" /></a><div><div>It's done!!! This is my finished canvas, created in honor of <a href="http://www.lilblueboo.com/">Ashley</a>. <a href="http://evystree.com/blog/?p=1656">This item will be up for auction on 2/27/2012</a>. Can you see all the detail here? It's a colorful and whimsical 9x12" canvas layered with papers and ink and paint! There's a piece of a vintage sewing pattern, sheet music, book text, and tissue tape. There's oodles of artsy goodness on here! Click on any of the photos to enlarge them.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijyZBY6Pr5Ssj86OqMhAEkfsTtchLITd4MmBVIUNuqrEvDFsjK-KHTct0hYnSBYuzw2OcDVXx8F6TnveSIlWAKaOYYXWhZYVEAy40OziAfKbQ_dMb_jBlFl9J8ZCxUiYkxSGTWmnHX4MKC/s1600/ChooseJoyCanvas2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijyZBY6Pr5Ssj86OqMhAEkfsTtchLITd4MmBVIUNuqrEvDFsjK-KHTct0hYnSBYuzw2OcDVXx8F6TnveSIlWAKaOYYXWhZYVEAy40OziAfKbQ_dMb_jBlFl9J8ZCxUiYkxSGTWmnHX4MKC/s400/ChooseJoyCanvas2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709156722697450562" /></a><div><br /></div><div>The paint is high quality fluid acrylic paint in hues of turquoise and yellow. There are various stamped images including a camera, a dress form and lots of numbers! The piece is also loaded with rub ons and several phrases:</div><div><br /></div><div>Start your day with a smile and end your day with joy.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Great things are possible!</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Life is filled with great treasures. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> A little of what you fancy does you good. </div><div><br /></div><div>And of course, the main phrase is "She chooses joy".</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiENIfyfEa_sOLnO9vm77nMawociYQb_JxWHpSYR4pd1GB8NsiTPNQdVYx1YOj1xtkRhxaLEuqPe-w2JamehQNiiWHlYquXT4sfV1aCgxpf0wnMwdw5HPc3ErNQtPdgwPqQ0XMDmNU_q5NC/s1600/ChooseJoyCanvas3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiENIfyfEa_sOLnO9vm77nMawociYQb_JxWHpSYR4pd1GB8NsiTPNQdVYx1YOj1xtkRhxaLEuqPe-w2JamehQNiiWHlYquXT4sfV1aCgxpf0wnMwdw5HPc3ErNQtPdgwPqQ0XMDmNU_q5NC/s400/ChooseJoyCanvas3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709156716245494194" /></a>The girl who's the star of the canvas is casual with an an artsy flare, just like Ashley. This girl wears a whimsical heart patch on her knee, a measuring tape belt and a flower in her hair. Finally, the canvas was finished off with 3 dimensional embellishments like a miniature vintage sewing machine, a spool of thread, a pair of scissors and plenty of colorful buttons!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJQLQgfgcag2ol2zl0KljKDzhLqx0GYrBRX50ydrQn9RfVDSNs0w2gE5VRivcLtkCMIXYDPJv9Qws63yZSfenuQuZ_lX9-uW64eM44gZFe8I5hqh_d6OsASA0pfkpqRxR7OoknkddDGQgS/s1600/ChooseJoyCanvas4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJQLQgfgcag2ol2zl0KljKDzhLqx0GYrBRX50ydrQn9RfVDSNs0w2gE5VRivcLtkCMIXYDPJv9Qws63yZSfenuQuZ_lX9-uW64eM44gZFe8I5hqh_d6OsASA0pfkpqRxR7OoknkddDGQgS/s400/ChooseJoyCanvas4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709156707661590162" /></a>This happy canvas is perfect for anyone who loves to sew, needs a little reminder to choose joy, or simply perfect for anyone who's a fan of Ashley's. So...be sure to visit the auction between 2/27 and 2/29 and bid on this canvas to help alleviate a little of the financial burden of her cancer treatment.<br /><p><br /><img style="border:0;" align="left" src="http://i643.photobucket.com/albums/uu155/pslakerfan/signaturesmall2.jpg" /><br /></p><br /></div></div></div>Crafty Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07886015439379154821noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2347490664868509954.post-26922847626982799582012-02-08T14:28:00.000-08:002012-02-08T19:30:52.634-08:00Choose Joy Auction and Benefit - Supporting Ashley Hackshaw<p></p><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://i765.photobucket.com/albums/xx297/rightleftstudio/teamashley-2.png" /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm SOOOOO thrilled and proud to be participating in this <a href="http://evystree.com/blog/?p=1656">incredible auction </a>benefiting my dear bloggy friend, <a href="http://www.lilblueboo.com/2009/03/about-me.html">Ashley Hackshaw</a> of <a href="http://www.lilblueboo.com/">Lil' Blue Boo</a>. I'm finishing up my donation item; a mixed media canvas in honor of Ashley. The team has stopped accepting items at this time, due to an overwhelming response and hundreds of items being donated! YAY! I'll show some pics of my canvas when it's completed, but in the meantime, I wanted to spread the news about this incredible on-line event.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I was honored to be one of Ashley's first pattern testers when she was starting her Lil' Blue Boo business. I've learned so much about sewing from Ashley. That's a little hint at the theme of my canvas ;). You can read about that first pattern and the crazy backstory of how we got connected, <a href="http://acraftymomslife.blogspot.com/2009/07/recycled-t-shirt-dress.html">here</a>. I can't believe I've still never met her in real life! Of course, I feel like I already know her through our mutual friends and through reading her blog. Her creativity and her attitude to "Choose Joy" is contagious. If you're part of the crafting world, sewing world, a DIYer, or blogger of any kind, you've probably heard of Ashley, and more recently, of her battle with a very aggressive cancer. Through all of the tragedy of the last year, Ashley remains determined to live her mantra to "Choose Joy". </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The auction is being organized by several of Ashley's friends and as I said, hundreds of people have come together and donated items toward the auction. The proceeds will go toward Ashley's medical bills as cancer treatment is VERY expensive. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So, while you're sitting on the edge of your seat waiting for pics of my completed canvas (heee, hee!), head on over to Amy's blog and read more about the Choose Joy Auction and Benefit, which will support Ashley. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I don't know many details of the auction, but as I get more info, I'll be sure to share!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><img style="border:0;" align="left" src="http://i643.photobucket.com/albums/uu155/pslakerfan/signaturesmall2.jpg" /><br /><p></p>Crafty Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07886015439379154821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2347490664868509954.post-29439642005664827152011-11-30T08:43:00.000-08:002011-11-30T17:11:12.294-08:00Daily Routine Chart and Behavior Chart<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJNamS7sDIexeAVxfB_9e96FJ0FWUZn28B3BgB1McQvnMlB79r2fZ_wXTm5ESue3qtvpz1zUJt9j-eMt3d8h4ibThC8HPXI172xMKp1-yJNlmy0dXbBnQdXwLtEPCBFkrg7cVLt7YKl9KR/s1600/Routine+and+Behavior+Chart+1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJNamS7sDIexeAVxfB_9e96FJ0FWUZn28B3BgB1McQvnMlB79r2fZ_wXTm5ESue3qtvpz1zUJt9j-eMt3d8h4ibThC8HPXI172xMKp1-yJNlmy0dXbBnQdXwLtEPCBFkrg7cVLt7YKl9KR/s400/Routine+and+Behavior+Chart+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680957639133750434" /></a><p>I mentioned in my last post that Taylor's sensory issues have become much more prominent in the last 6 months or so. I'll be blogging more about <a href="http://www.sinetwork.org/about-sensory-processing-disorder.html">Sensory Processing Disorder</a> as I have time, but for now I want to share a tool I developed for us to have more structure and less meltdowns in our day.</p><p>Taylor is a child who thrives on control. I know all children benefit from structure, but for Taylor, when her routine is out of whack and she doesn't know what to expect next, it sets her up for anxiety, uncertainty and horrible behavior. We had an occupational therapy evaluation last week to help us diagnose and treat the Sensory Processing Disorder that we see emerging with Taylor. One of the suggestions the OT had, was to have more structure in our days. The caveat, of course, being that all kids need time for freedom and free play.</p><p>I've been wanting to create a routine chart and a behavioral/reward system for Taylor for quite some time, to give her an added sense of control over her day. So, after looking at various resources, I found <a href="http://www.sparklebox.co.uk/">Sparkle Box</a>. They offer 1000's of free printables. While most of their resources as aimed at teachers and education, they also have a section for <a href="http://www.sparklebox.co.uk/parents/#.TtbSSrJFu_g">parents and homeschooling.</a> I printed off their daily routine cards, and cut out the ones that apply to us. I then used my Xyron machine and laminated each of the cards.</p><p></p><p>I included a heading that identifies the day of the week, under that I added what time of day/routine we were working on: Morning, Afterschool, Bedtime. Finally, I went through our routine and the basics of what needed to be done at each time of day and wrote it out on paper to help me organize the cards. This also made me realize that I need to make or find other cards for activities that weren't included in the set I printed. For example, I'm working on having Taylor take more responsibility for household chores, so I need cards that say "set the table" and "fold laundry" and "clean up toys". I also need to create some custom cards that include photos of her medications (asthma and allergy) and some of her sensory activities. You can see from the photo above that we don't have a picture to show the task of getting dressed. We'll be adding that!</p><p>Once I had the cards organized, I added velcro dots to the chart and the cards. I was able to determine that at this point, each of our routines has at most, 6 steps, so their are 6 velcro stickers that stay on the board and the cards are attached and removed as the routine is completed.</p><p></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdSty5eOdNFe-mTA3XEbC4QvGJi9zGdkGW8yXDHTtNWW0H4an7BU7ZWkd4DfUw3U6SkMKCLhvbN3qo2N7WKklzqA1-o38RbpN5pNXJvgd6bfaKWkAvw3qGxJGXwFak3D3TdyhGIdBrBdET/s1600/Routine+and+Behavior+Chart+2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdSty5eOdNFe-mTA3XEbC4QvGJi9zGdkGW8yXDHTtNWW0H4an7BU7ZWkd4DfUw3U6SkMKCLhvbN3qo2N7WKklzqA1-o38RbpN5pNXJvgd6bfaKWkAvw3qGxJGXwFak3D3TdyhGIdBrBdET/s400/Routine+and+Behavior+Chart+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680957633240944338" /></a><p>Other ways she can earn star stickers is by following her rules, and then there is opportunity for us to give her stickers for random good behavior. This makes us more aware of catching her being good. After a week of accumulating lots of stars, on Fridays she will get to choose one thing that she wants: either McDonald's, Wendy's, Dairy Queen or Starbucks. Now, I'm really not fond of offering food as rewards, but when Taylor outgrew her food allergies, we got in the bad habit of often grabbing fast food on the way home from school. This soon turned into her expecting fast food everyday. When I refused her requests, a major tantrum would ensue. So, the new rule is she can have fast food once a week, only on Fridays and this eliminates the daily battle.</p><p>I also added a calendar to the chart so we can see upcoming events and talk about them, count down the days until they happen, etc. Finally, I added a place for reminders and important notes/papers. Our fridge is not magnetic and so we can't use it as our central command center. This bulletin board is a great place to keep track of all the little things that I need to see or they get forgotten.</p><p>I'm sure I'll end up making changes to the board as we figure out what works for us. But, so far, Taylor loves the board and she's responding really well to the structure and knowing what's going to happen next.</p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9GPoW2UtQCH4MEYBZ9_vBJSGbQyOWnFyKEEjttdrnTKh53voQ21GNtC8o31MmGMbaTLm-A_FJD5BJr7ez20LwJftba9k6GYaFvHXYykamPUrEPCns9PJCba6Z3hzx8zcfmOQNno7yEPkZ/s1600/R%2526BChart3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9GPoW2UtQCH4MEYBZ9_vBJSGbQyOWnFyKEEjttdrnTKh53voQ21GNtC8o31MmGMbaTLm-A_FJD5BJr7ez20LwJftba9k6GYaFvHXYykamPUrEPCns9PJCba6Z3hzx8zcfmOQNno7yEPkZ/s400/R%2526BChart3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680957630476479906" /></a><p>A few weeks ago, during a very trying time of behavior problems, I wrote out a set of rules for Taylor. I decided to include the rules on her routine board and under the rules, I added a star behavior chart that I printed from Sparkle Box. I then purchased star stickers at the dollar store. There are 10 spaces for stars on the chart each day. At this point, Taylor gets one star for following each of her routines without a big fight. I give a little bit of leeway with "not a big fight" because I recognize that I have a very, very strong-willed child. I also like that she's assertive and I recognize that one of the rules she struggles with the most, is rule #1 Do as you are told. She's just not that compliant of a child (at least not at home!). That's not her personality. She often needs to do things "her way". So, as long as she follows her routines without a "big" fight, then we're happy and she gets a sticker.</p><p>Our system has quickly become an activity in itself. Taylor likes going to the board to see what's up next, she takes the cards down once she's completed the task, and she's responding really well to the star sticker system. </p><p>Do you have a system like this for your child? I'd love to hear how you manage routines and behavior in your home. </p><p><img style="border:0;" align="left" src="http://i643.photobucket.com/albums/uu155/pslakerfan/signaturesmall2.jpg" /><br /></p>Crafty Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07886015439379154821noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2347490664868509954.post-89973647051445409452011-10-12T19:37:00.000-07:002011-10-12T20:29:23.539-07:00Catching up....<div>Um, OK, so my long blogging breaks are becoming a pattern...See, I have every intention of blogging regularly. I think about blogging everyday. I go about our daily life and take pics and say to myself "that's so blog-worthy" and then the pics sit on my SD card for weeks and don't get edited. And then I think, really, do my readers really care what we did on a Saturday 3 wks ago? Seems kind of odd to post pics of our labor day festivities in the middle of October...Which reminds me I still haven't posted about Taylor's birthday party which was in May...um yeah, I'm a bit of a procrastinator even in my hobbies. But, heck, I've got to jump back in somewhere, right, so let's just play catch up. Who cares if they're not recent events I'm sharing with you...So, here's what we've been living that I should have been blogging about...</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBDxqc47uczTxDMzOYaS9v7HfXb-UU2at7tsel_8aEatovbUEMojXS20xuxK0jMPxSfq_rF3m2uhko3DajKsgRRDnK5hphxVmk4YsiPsH63pF7_FXYTk4ZmerjNqx3ou_Y7B0_6IzqR4nd/s1600/IMG_7457.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBDxqc47uczTxDMzOYaS9v7HfXb-UU2at7tsel_8aEatovbUEMojXS20xuxK0jMPxSfq_rF3m2uhko3DajKsgRRDnK5hphxVmk4YsiPsH63pF7_FXYTk4ZmerjNqx3ou_Y7B0_6IzqR4nd/s400/IMG_7457.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662806774117396690" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">Our girl turned 5 and we celebrated with a special tea party with bright colors, cupcakes and closest friends. </div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4s_-TlnURm2VoP2XJWe1MOJuw1gd3ThHdjqW_Ewy8721ltKdGxl5LkB90XFfy2HoivM6bU5OChMckzovUlLkLihH0KaoxYxALRrYGB0G8nJSH9XwHNPUJrNiHy2HIM3ofTyPw4Kn7VZlI/s1600/IMG_7395.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4s_-TlnURm2VoP2XJWe1MOJuw1gd3ThHdjqW_Ewy8721ltKdGxl5LkB90XFfy2HoivM6bU5OChMckzovUlLkLihH0KaoxYxALRrYGB0G8nJSH9XwHNPUJrNiHy2HIM3ofTyPw4Kn7VZlI/s400/IMG_7395.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662806563965320306" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">We ended our summer with a trip to Canada to visit friends and family. Taylor got a taste of Canadian nature when we spent a couple of days hiking in Algonquin Park. This was the first time Taylor saw a fuzzy caterpillar, and the first time she saw chipmunks and black squirrels. She also had lots of fun playing with frogs in Grandad's pond. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0ZGZ4jcRJUlSeNKojlBAlmLc-GtFti2bu0j_RG69eszAxbGP6JECatmpVa92AswWEXFSoj-KNh3o6gspYPmmZP2eUJg2g0ye1aUOgwHib3ZLfMkkgkZwN09lGNN98IfcwfMiySBfoem4y/s1600/IMG_0771RS.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0ZGZ4jcRJUlSeNKojlBAlmLc-GtFti2bu0j_RG69eszAxbGP6JECatmpVa92AswWEXFSoj-KNh3o6gspYPmmZP2eUJg2g0ye1aUOgwHib3ZLfMkkgkZwN09lGNN98IfcwfMiySBfoem4y/s400/IMG_0771RS.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662806061563730514" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGOhEKUgD8GGUNL0oNvnk62B-kV8PCnFAW0_4bBK-gC8TZHzxCxpR0glHBb53l2PfXUw-udukcoHUbSaoHw7D8nigS9qFjxu3gDMDVU5j2tLRbtkGVfzjvAnJtX-62O6yk0Oqc3t34cRyN/s1600/IMG_1072RS.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGOhEKUgD8GGUNL0oNvnk62B-kV8PCnFAW0_4bBK-gC8TZHzxCxpR0glHBb53l2PfXUw-udukcoHUbSaoHw7D8nigS9qFjxu3gDMDVU5j2tLRbtkGVfzjvAnJtX-62O6yk0Oqc3t34cRyN/s400/IMG_1072RS.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662805895981115298" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I took lots of pics of these 2 girls. Sweet cousins! I absolutely LOVE this pic! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipc_96n0SvSohOtpI2WOj3jjyKOwlVYaa2KGH0ogQnBG1HAGFuq4Qphw_9uu24btrdCwazqie4A7YFXTLP6iY3rodculY10Iyj2MITI9X9ypMCayUc13DAAuX5-3BtTrEHIM7yysaZgzsO/s1600/IMG_1181RS.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipc_96n0SvSohOtpI2WOj3jjyKOwlVYaa2KGH0ogQnBG1HAGFuq4Qphw_9uu24btrdCwazqie4A7YFXTLP6iY3rodculY10Iyj2MITI9X9ypMCayUc13DAAuX5-3BtTrEHIM7yysaZgzsO/s400/IMG_1181RS.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662805888291524082" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">And when we returned, Taylor had her first day of kindergarten! She's at the same school that she's been at since she was 2. She went to preschool there and we're thankful they have a full-day kindergarten program. So, she'll stay there until next fall when she goes to 1st grade in a public school (gulp! - let's not talk about that yet, OK?)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgObJkLoER5vVnYc5ugoirWwB9XPwLN3ukNgAAGFNCfmAHK3bfBgwlCQwpRV4q-oaLC9ljZSdR4DWNZ8XqGc9FJEP5f0nPwwWD5aPXsQEPa2jKfD9gPZWyteBb5W0i1L2ZCQrqL7L_xxG27/s1600/IMG_1593RS.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgObJkLoER5vVnYc5ugoirWwB9XPwLN3ukNgAAGFNCfmAHK3bfBgwlCQwpRV4q-oaLC9ljZSdR4DWNZ8XqGc9FJEP5f0nPwwWD5aPXsQEPa2jKfD9gPZWyteBb5W0i1L2ZCQrqL7L_xxG27/s400/IMG_1593RS.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662805878554261634" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">And...as you can see from these pics, I'm officially a Soccer Mom. And, I'm lovin' it! It's been a challenge finding an activity for Taylor that keeps her interest, is challenging and fits her activity level. She's a very high energy kid and sometimes has trouble with sports or lessons that require her to wait her turn. We've tried gymnastics in the past, and while she loved it, she spent most of the time running around the gym, doing her own thing. Well, it appears as though soccer is her "thing". Taylor's been asking to play soccer since she could walk and talk. the Berenstain Bears play soccer, ya know ;) . We signed her up in the spring, and she asked to play soccer almost every night in the summer. She and John would kick the ball around in the back-yard. And, I'm not at all biased when I say, this girl's got some natural soccer skills. (Really, I'm not biased. at. all. ;) ).</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdwdlTINBNnmqdKQ9Vkw1pztz3nb56XKf1r0Ij3QAGVkXap2vVzkaXXDYIw8U5bVS6Radcwduo2Sphhf0wjSEQ4yPUKNXcYvYo9no1Nn-EUaCgnHowlei6V5eaDacEQdavgUZ2B32pX1iY/s1600/IMG_1613RS.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdwdlTINBNnmqdKQ9Vkw1pztz3nb56XKf1r0Ij3QAGVkXap2vVzkaXXDYIw8U5bVS6Radcwduo2Sphhf0wjSEQ4yPUKNXcYvYo9no1Nn-EUaCgnHowlei6V5eaDacEQdavgUZ2B32pX1iY/s400/IMG_1613RS.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662805876012001234" /></a><br /><p>Other very noteworthy events in our lives in the last few months....</p><p>- Taylor lost her first tooth and the Tooth Fairy made her first visit to our house and left a crisp $1.oo bill. </p><p>- Taylor's adjustment to kindergarten has resulted in an increase in her Sensory Seeking behaviors, and I'm certain we're on our way to a diagnosis of Sensory Processing Disorder. I'm very, very thankful that Taylor is excelling in school, but these behaviors are becoming more prominent and more problematic at home. We were had an appt with our pediatrician today and she'll be submitting a referral for an occupational therapy evaluation. Now, we just need the referral to be approved. I'll definitely be posting more about this complex and often misunderstood issue.</p><p>- The highlight of the last few months is that I've reconnected with my brother! I'll spare you the details of my complex family and childhood, but I'll say that I grew up in Canada and I have a brother who is 13 yrs younger than me, who grew up in Pennsylvania. Well, he's now in the military and he's stationed in Southern California! Now that we're about 2 hours from each other, we've been seeing each other 2 or 3 times a month and we're having so much fun together. Taylor absolutely adores having her fun uncle around, and I'm loving having my 6'3" "little"brother around. </p><p>So, the last few months have been very busy and full of blessings. So, there ya go...I think we're all caught up! </p><p><br /><img style="border:0;" align="left" src="http://i643.photobucket.com/albums/uu155/pslakerfan/signaturesmall2.jpg" /><br /></p>Crafty Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07886015439379154821noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2347490664868509954.post-28391809351902594212011-07-25T07:30:00.000-07:002011-07-25T07:30:02.571-07:00She Had 3 Hearts Art Journaling Workshop {Christy Tomlinson}<p style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://christytomlinson.typepad.com/.a/6a00d83451e0c669e20147e36d0677970b-450wi" alt="SheHadThreeHeartsClassTQsmal" /></p><p style="text-align: left;">I am SOOOO excited to start the She Had 3 Hearts Art Journaling workshop today! Of course, I have to get through my workday first, and then head to Taylor's first swimming lessons, and then sometime mid-evening, I'll be able to take a peak at all the goodness and then I'll really delve into the videos after Taylor's in bed and I have some uninterrupted time to watch the videos. </p><p style="text-align: left;">I've been working on a few canvases in various stages since <a href="http://acraftymomslife.blogspot.com/2011/07/she-art-my-first-finished-she-art-girl.html">my last post</a>. Thank you all SO much for your kind comments. :) I've also been trying to nurse my hand back to health. An arthritis flare last weekend and into Monday, resulted in numbness in my right thumb. As of Tuesday, doc had diagnosed it as tendinitis and put me on oral steroids. Finally, tonight, I've gotten some relief from the pins and needles sensation. Makes it difficult to complete most daily tasks and it has certainly impacted my art making this week. I guess that's what I get for trying to catch up on housework and organizing! ;)</p><p style="text-align: left;">Anyway, now that I seem to be on the mend, I'm definitely looking forward to playing in my journal and absorbing all the creative juice that Christy has to offer. If you'd like to join the workshop, there's still time! Just head on over to <a href="http://christytomlinson.typepad.com/christytomlinson/">her blog</a> and <a href="http://christytomlinson.typepad.com/christytomlinson/workshops.html">read this post</a> and register. After my experience in her She Art Workshop, I can tell you, Christy does not disappoint! </p><p style="text-align: left;">I'm still working on my collection for <a href="http://twinkletwinklelikeastar.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer-of-color-red.html">The Summer of Color</a>, as well, but I haven't finished my red or brown piece. I'll get back in the groove and post and then link back up with this week's color of Purple! And of course, you can always join in on The Summer of Color, still, too! </p><p><img style="border:0;" align="left" src="http://i643.photobucket.com/albums/uu155/pslakerfan/signaturesmall2.jpg" /><br /></p>Crafty Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07886015439379154821noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2347490664868509954.post-91514058734739862642011-07-08T18:10:00.000-07:002011-07-08T19:30:39.014-07:00She Art - My FIRST finished She Art Girl!<div><div>A couple of months ago I registered for Christy's online <a href="http://christytomlinson.typepad.com/christytomlinson/workshops.html">She Art Workshop</a>. I discovered Christy and her workshop through <a href="http://donnadowney.typepad.com/simply_me/">Donna Downey</a>. You all know about <a href="http://acraftymomslife.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-going-to-spend-weekend-creating-with.html">my love affair with Donna</a>. Well, while I'm still loving Donna, I have a new crush on Christy. She is SO inspiring. Through her amazing workshop, I've learned about all kinds of art products and a ton of new techniques. She has really sparked my new passion for ART. Real ART, not crafts and sewing, but actual ART. So, although I wouldn't say I was intimidated to create a piece inspired by Christy, I just haven't had a clear idea of what I wanted my first girl to look like. After watching the first video several weeks ago, I created one that was of a little girl, and Taylor quickly declared she wanted the faceless girl with no hair to be her, so I added hair and a few details, but the canvas still sits on my shelf, unfinished, several weeks later. </div><div><br /></div><div>Well, I was suddenly hit with a desire to create and complete my first She Art canvas. I absolutely LOVE how it turned out. In fact, that's an understatement. I realize I should probably be a little (or a lot!) more modest, but I think this may very well be the most beautiful thing I've ever created (with the exception of Taylor, of course! ;) ). Goodness, if this is the first post you're reading on my blog, please know that I'm not usually this arrogant!!!</div></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqdG9anthGwbqBZXQjIhqa1prLRSg3nEiDiI7clViFzPOBnkOLrRSyegSwHy0V6FuylW_pVhHzgKR_9kxgmc-jsNxy8qsKNzNvI_VlMau8UGgLnSOgp3WX-apaScZbrR8x0NP6Jfj88V94/s1600/IMG_9874.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqdG9anthGwbqBZXQjIhqa1prLRSg3nEiDiI7clViFzPOBnkOLrRSyegSwHy0V6FuylW_pVhHzgKR_9kxgmc-jsNxy8qsKNzNvI_VlMau8UGgLnSOgp3WX-apaScZbrR8x0NP6Jfj88V94/s400/IMG_9874.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627142930114249538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 400px; " /></a><br />Seriously, THIS is why I create. The amazing high I get once I've completed a piece and once I've discovered a new technique and put it into action, and it all comes together; there are few things that measure up to this incredible feeling. If you are an artist or have a passion for anything creative you know exactly what I'm talking about. (So I know you'll forgive my lack of modesty, right? ;) )</div><div><div><br /></div><div><div>Also, notice the writing in the bottom right corner? Yup. That's my signature. I don't think I've ever signed anything I've created before. Once this piece was finished, I felt compelled to sign it. I officially feel like an artist. :)</div></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPK7QUiiRDlUJ96SmhaenWvZpaqrTNjaOqTjx5sD9D5k3-Bg_lxa2k1mVjSrM4HOE829AEvwpuY4AHj9YULJGAL0nJr8SApLLfcUXQj95rwlNIyJNvF0hSGgVy376DEXG1Mh9VS-KUTrRq/s400/IMG_9871.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627142928256610066" /></div><div>Thanks for looking ;)</div><div><br /><p><img style="border:0;" align="left" src="http://i643.photobucket.com/albums/uu155/pslakerfan/signaturesmall2.jpg" /><br /></p></div>Crafty Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07886015439379154821noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2347490664868509954.post-89295672351551461222011-07-05T17:15:00.000-07:002011-07-05T17:15:00.783-07:00The Summer of Color Week 4 {Yellow}<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRw-4MUmABkNGs98w1ZDBc2RXlSGmxvNwn_ysydhhA4yuA5LoOcmOQZd9CWNyWaL5uur0C-6NjJ6_vRs84yWAmPinIP7AmKp9cShkkpH65KDykZAukkM0cVaCRcqpS4GSkWpaYZuqusvdA/s1600/IMG_9757.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRw-4MUmABkNGs98w1ZDBc2RXlSGmxvNwn_ysydhhA4yuA5LoOcmOQZd9CWNyWaL5uur0C-6NjJ6_vRs84yWAmPinIP7AmKp9cShkkpH65KDykZAukkM0cVaCRcqpS4GSkWpaYZuqusvdA/s400/IMG_9757.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625935428454254322" /></a><p>When I think of yellow, I think of sunshine! In keeping with the inspirational theme of the whimsical canvas collection I'm making for Taylor, I created a canvas for <a href="http://twinkletwinklelikeastar.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer-of-color-yellow.html">this week's Summer of Color challenge that is all about scattering sunshine!</a></p><p>I painted a 5x7 canvas panel with various shades of yellow acrylic paints. I then used a stamp wheel and created the black stamped images. Next, I cut the shape of a sun with triangular rays out of yellow paper with white polka-dots. I wanted the paper to be brighter, so I painted it a brighter yellow. I glued the sun down to the panel using Mod Podge. I then painted a small piece of rubber shelf liner with black paint and blotted it randomly on the edges of the panel. Next, I glued down the sentiment using more Mod Podge. Finally, I added gold glitter to the sun and some doodling and outlining.</p><p>This is one of my favorite pieces in this collection, so far! And I just have to share this part...Taylor is very, very supportive of all my creations. She's a little artist herself and she's always excited to see what I'm working on and gasps and says "Oh, Mom, that is SOOOOO beautiful!" when I show her my finished work. Well, when I showed her this piece, she had a totally different reaction. (Keep in mind, she's 5 yrs old). She looked at it. Paused. And then BURST out laughing. She laughed and laughed and LAUGHED. Then she said "I'm sorry Mom, but that is SO funny!!!" When I asked why she thought it was so funny, she said (still laughing) "Because the words are in the SKY!" and she continued laughing...</p><p><img style="border:0;" align="left" src="http://i643.photobucket.com/albums/uu155/pslakerfan/signaturesmall2.jpg" /><br /></p>Crafty Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07886015439379154821noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2347490664868509954.post-36806320385038259822011-07-04T18:20:00.000-07:002011-07-04T18:20:42.995-07:00Happy 4th of July!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhQeL9rB73WGdXHG36diKqhrOmQboYnLqna9T6C_OMZiHuQzcXCesAI7ZqNq7TjGGn40Hj7-baDXGr_1FWevoG19e32YeYYfSor9Xt34U2WAgfpqN5rA_zHWt8ye-4qBXf6FVAGMuVkPzy/s1600/IMG_9783.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhQeL9rB73WGdXHG36diKqhrOmQboYnLqna9T6C_OMZiHuQzcXCesAI7ZqNq7TjGGn40Hj7-baDXGr_1FWevoG19e32YeYYfSor9Xt34U2WAgfpqN5rA_zHWt8ye-4qBXf6FVAGMuVkPzy/s400/IMG_9783.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625671768311172018" /></a><p>We're off to a party with friends, but I wanted to wish everyone a safe and happy 4th of July!</p><p><br /><img style="border:0;" align="left" src="http://i643.photobucket.com/albums/uu155/pslakerfan/signaturesmall2.jpg" /><br /></p>Crafty Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07886015439379154821noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2347490664868509954.post-19627621172011965142011-07-03T18:13:00.000-07:002011-07-03T18:13:48.834-07:00Junk Journal {Art Journal} Cover<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqHLVFjES0v5Lo9n-InV_pOaEmGWD3pSuPj1OwJVyCHfGV_gFF5zMjuFEWPVx_AoobjgmuCUkOhmDMKOzTsGl4f7xPVQmPRf1zfq_pvSprU-Gtzm0c45w9VbMtp963zAaxRZkbkGhXaU7T/s1600/Art+Journal+Cover.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqHLVFjES0v5Lo9n-InV_pOaEmGWD3pSuPj1OwJVyCHfGV_gFF5zMjuFEWPVx_AoobjgmuCUkOhmDMKOzTsGl4f7xPVQmPRf1zfq_pvSprU-Gtzm0c45w9VbMtp963zAaxRZkbkGhXaU7T/s400/Art+Journal+Cover.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625297950999000322" /></a>I was inspired by my friend Jen to make a junk journal. I recently bought a Bind-it-All and I am absolutely IN LOVE with it. How did I ever survive before without one of these? ;) So, my junk journal is a handmade art journal that I created using all sorts of odds and ends. There are sheets of standard papers like watercolor paper, white cardstock, lined notebook paper, copy paper, and graph paper. I also included shipping tags, manilla envelopes, greeting cards, scraps of patterned papers and other odds and ends.<br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKd-E7l1Vb3DjNoIpbniSYr_4IkHXuh5VUQrqpVsr_h78ZoautDywJq3L6TgLoUS52356Vh_P3GKQJRHN3X5s9x-378e-iV5Afk3Taexp8Evb1dNhHwcD7NZaPlH5cJ_sP2P_FLzm26Hm/s1600/Junk+Journal+cover+2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKd-E7l1Vb3DjNoIpbniSYr_4IkHXuh5VUQrqpVsr_h78ZoautDywJq3L6TgLoUS52356Vh_P3GKQJRHN3X5s9x-378e-iV5Afk3Taexp8Evb1dNhHwcD7NZaPlH5cJ_sP2P_FLzm26Hm/s400/Junk+Journal+cover+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625297941253395906" /></a>Once I had my journal put together and bound with my Bind-it-All, I needed to decorate the cover. Prior to binding it, I had gesso'd the cover and adhered a text patterned paper to the front using dry adhesive tape. I then covered over the paper using watercolor crayons and added water. I ended up hating what I created so I tore the paper off the cover, which resulted in a peeled paper look, adding cool texture. Oh happy mistakes! I then painted the cover with cream paint and randomly dropped alcohol ink. I used latte, ginger, butterscotch and caramel alcohol inks by Ranger.</div><div><br /></div><div>I then stamped various images using black archival ink. The title was created by painted various chipboard letters black and then inking them with brown chalk ink. Finally, I punched butterflies out of sheet music, and added the 7 Gypsies vintage ephemera. I stamped the word "discover" on masking tape, then inked the tape with distress inks and taped it to the cover. I then added the lacy trim and flower for a feminine touch.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXqDt-F_p4XE53d_gqPxAVMTEnt0LFDvfawl0hdEjhCEK6eiHSGdCUp7vYOVWLBeKfw5wNNyg7HpulrOadg82PX9z_pXpM0dbNYd82g-2JyoN8HbIWamDycTpq-e41g-P6OMgHAwmLvYGg/s1600/Art+Journal+Cover.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXqDt-F_p4XE53d_gqPxAVMTEnt0LFDvfawl0hdEjhCEK6eiHSGdCUp7vYOVWLBeKfw5wNNyg7HpulrOadg82PX9z_pXpM0dbNYd82g-2JyoN8HbIWamDycTpq-e41g-P6OMgHAwmLvYGg/s400/Art+Journal+Cover.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625297939295018130" /></a><p>I'm SO happy with this finished product. This journal is going to be a place for me to play freely and learn new art techniques. I can't wait to fill it with artsy goodness! Oh, and when Taylor saw it, she asked me to make one for her, too. I'm so excited to start art journaling with her. Do you do art journaling? What kind of a journal do you use? Where do you find inspiration for your journaling.</p><p><img style="border:0;" align="left" src="http://i643.photobucket.com/albums/uu155/pslakerfan/signaturesmall2.jpg" /><br /></p></div>Crafty Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07886015439379154821noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2347490664868509954.post-88136868424814585032011-06-30T18:39:00.000-07:002011-06-30T18:44:11.027-07:00The Summer of Color - Week 3 {Pink}<div>Better late than never! I'm participating in <a href="http://twinkletwinklelikeastar.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-of-color.html">The Summer of Color</a>, hosted by Kristin at <a href="http://twinkletwinklelikeastar.blogspot.com/">Twinkle, Twinkle</a>. I finished my pink piece but took awhile to actually post it. So, now without further ado, I'm revealing my piece for this week, inspired by the color pink.</div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHppOoFJCzIrOtlXBrdhCBNU_dCj2-XQYU3T8J88aUuuZfG4G1KKYjqqtmSgpvFgdxRALKX17RsylhCNYfwzkwvAs1-PV-WedAxkNcmpMUbrTPTT7FzvVUQETWgu-HXZIlI150wNwr78FM/s1600/IMG_9696.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHppOoFJCzIrOtlXBrdhCBNU_dCj2-XQYU3T8J88aUuuZfG4G1KKYjqqtmSgpvFgdxRALKX17RsylhCNYfwzkwvAs1-PV-WedAxkNcmpMUbrTPTT7FzvVUQETWgu-HXZIlI150wNwr78FM/s400/IMG_9696.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624191936842645106" /></a><p>I wasn't totally in love with my green piece from last week, but I really like how this week's piece turned out. I am creating an inspiring colorful collection which I had planned to display in my studio. But, after Kristin's comment last week, I've decided the completed collection will be displayed in Taylor's room.</p><p>I created this piece similar to the steps I followed in creating the other pieces in this collection. I painted a 5x7 canvas board in various layers and shades of pink. Then layered it with white paint applied with a brush and then stamped white paint using bubble wrap. I added stamped images in black ink and inked the edges of the canvas. Next, I added the words, and 2 hearts that I cut out of regular ol' corrugated cardboard. I peeled off the top layer of the cardboard to reveal the texture. I then painted the hearts, and glued them onto the canvas. For a finishing touch, I added pink glitter! Everything looks better with glitter. :)</p><p>And, even though I was a little late in posting this, I've already completed my yellow piece which will be revealed next week. I've had a busy week, so now I'm off to catch up on what the other artists have created in honor of the color pink. </p><p><img style="border:0;" align="left" src="http://i643.photobucket.com/albums/uu155/pslakerfan/signaturesmall2.jpg" /><br /></p>Crafty Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07886015439379154821noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2347490664868509954.post-77601582008968400992011-06-22T15:27:00.000-07:002011-06-22T17:13:28.517-07:00The Summer of Color - Week 2 {Green}<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzDdX8OZ9VQC32phJ5kqJ_Yf2gmxww_Z1s2MH4JLLOm0-beCfRFK_8lqRi8gwNpV1MfEhPxFpIaSucr7UtbVtRwGkYU4ZGuAJjYIS-yVnQuWQJinSBDEpH8LtdTcORH80z0sshGXA8OPzF/s1600/mixed+media+canvas+-+tree.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzDdX8OZ9VQC32phJ5kqJ_Yf2gmxww_Z1s2MH4JLLOm0-beCfRFK_8lqRi8gwNpV1MfEhPxFpIaSucr7UtbVtRwGkYU4ZGuAJjYIS-yVnQuWQJinSBDEpH8LtdTcORH80z0sshGXA8OPzF/s400/mixed+media+canvas+-+tree.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621175107951670386" /></a><p>I created this piece for week 2 of <a href="http://twinkletwinklelikeastar.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-of-color.html">The Summer of Color</a>. Remember, I'm creating a collection of canvases, each one representing a different color. There's another theme that is emerging, here and when the collection is complete, I'll reveal what the underlying theme of the collection is. It makes me giddy every time I envision the finished collection hanging in my studio. I'm so glad Kristin created this event, because I never would have thought to create this collection if she hadn't. </p><p>To create this piece, I painted a 5x7 canvas panel with layers of various shades of green (including citron - so I completed the bonus challenge). I then cut a trunk shape out of woodgrain patterned paper. Once I had the tree trunk glued down, I tore bits of green cardstock in various shades of green (including citron). I then glued them down to the canvas using Mod Podge to create the leaves on the tree. The flowers were created using stamps and paint. I then added yellow Stickles to the centers of the flowers and green Stickles to the stems and leaves of the tree. Finally, I finished off by shading a little bit with my Big Brush Pitt Pens and added some doodling and the words. I like the whimsical feel of this piece. </p><p>Finally, I want to tell you how appreciative I am of all the comments on my last <a href="http://acraftymomslife.blogspot.com/2011/06/blue-butterflies-mixed-media-canvas.html">Summer of Color piece</a>. I'm thrilled to have so much positive feedback. There's an incredible group of artists participating in this event and I'm happy to be one of them. I'm off to link up and check out what everyone else has created this week! Remember, you can join the party anytime!</p><p><br /><img style="border:0;" align="left" src="http://i643.photobucket.com/albums/uu155/pslakerfan/signaturesmall2.jpg" /><br /></p>Crafty Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07886015439379154821noreply@blogger.com8