This week was spring break and I must say, it's not like any spring break I've ever had. No beach. No swimming. No drinks by the pool. No sleeping in.
Can you say snow? And major temper tantrums. And smiles. And giggles. And, NO SLEEPING IN, did I mention that part?
Monday Kate went back to Dr. Boyd for another attempt at getting her mouth jewelry. We've been having a time of it as her mouth is just so tiny (oh the irony) and she has such sensory issues anyway that, well, it's been a thing. We were finally successful at getting the top retainer fitted and, with some love from Blue Boyd, the trip was a success all around. (How genius is it to have a dog at a dentist office?)
The day began quite well with everyone in a good mood as we headed out to meet Jackie, Leander and his brothers at a local inflatable play area. Everyone was playing well when Lucy spotted the 20 foot high slide. The slide with no reasonable way to get to the top. Something entirely unsuitable for her age. It was a series of levels only accessible by standing on and pulling yourself up on elastic straps. The first level was right above her head and there were 5-6 levels above that with the final access to the tunnel for the giant slide another full body length above the top level.
I did not discourage her from trying, figuring she would soon figure out that it was a bit advanced. Wrong call Mama! Lucy diligently applied herself to figuring out how to master this and stayed inside while many other kids tried and then failed, falling past her to the trampoline bottom. I kept encouraging her, giving her suggestions when she asked where she should put her feet for better leverage and although her progress was slow, she was making steady upward progress.
I kept encouraging Kate while keeping an eye on Lucy (who is now almost 20 feet off the ground and is starting to panic). Kate goes into full-on meltdown, inches from the bottom, unable to move as her brains starts to short-circuit from too much stimulii.
Meanwhile, Lucy is stuck at the top, about 4 feet from the top. Two older boys have lapped her twice and are approaching her again. She (I can't believe I could hear her above the din of Kate and the machines/music of Pump it up) screamed her pterodactyl scream at the boys who were literally about to climb over her. Fortunately, I was able to pull away from Kate long enough to tell her to use her words to ask the boys to help pull her up once they got into the slide tunnel.
She then took off with Leander for calmer waters. Jackie got a good video of another slide adventure at least!
Sliding from Lisa on Vimeo.
Kate was done, her nervous system wrecked. I spent the rest of the time sitting on the couch with her working through various methods to calm her down, none of which worked. It pretty much ruined the rest of the day as she just never fully recovered.