I thought it was time I gave you all an update since I have ignored this blog for so long.
Tara is coming up to 9, though I swear some days she is 19 and some days she is 4. She is absolutely delightful – when the mood hits her. And let me tell you, moods do hit her!
She is absolutely loving her irish dancing and it has made her so confident – if only in the Irish Dance part of her life. We are working on her being more confident in school, but we are muddling through.
We are looking at having some formal testing done with her to help her reach her potential at school, because it is a bit of a struggle. Socially and Emotionally it can be a bit difficult for her to navigate her days. We have lots of headaches and stomach aches and tiredness when it comes to school.
In the face of all of this she is amazing and lovely and caring and imaginative.
She managed to tear a ligament in her hand recently, after a spectacular fall tripping over her own feet. A purple cast and lots of physio, it is pretty much bac to normal now.
CJ is just storming along. He is crazy and inquisitive, friendly and boisterous. He has two speeds – Idle and Turbo. My little pocket rocket.
He is still experiencing delays in his speech and communication, and still has some muscle problems. Two weeks after Tara tore her ligament, he hyper-extended his knee and caused soft tissue damage! They are sending me grey I tell you! We had a physio appointment for him today and we are armed with exercises for him to do for the next two months. It involves squatting, stairs and kicking balls. Sounds like I am training him for the AFL!
They are going to push the speechies into getting in contact with us. And I called the locals and got his name on the list. I also spoke to the paediatrician today, and she has spoken to them too… so hopefully they got sick of hearing CJs name and will just get me in for an intake to stop me calling! He can understand bits now – especially if you use some gestures or some signing. But there is an awful lot that he does not understand. He can get his point across a lot, but there is no language used. Any sounds he gets, he loses within days. He spends the day walking around saying “ya ya ya” like a Sesame Street character (yp yp yp)… and grunting “uuuuugh uuuuugh” over and over at the top of his lungs. He did it for four hours in the car on Sunday. Fairly non stop. Fun.
He can work an ipad like the best of them – but he swipes so franticly that he loses the app he is on and then gets frustrated. Does anyone know if you can parental lock an app to stay on the tablet?????
I have been going ok. Depression has been up and down like a merry go around, but for the most part has been good. My new psychologist is amazeballs and I feel a great connection with her. We are getting to nitty gritty stuff instantly, which is important, instead of spending months skirting them. I really enjoy my sessions, even if I cry like a toddler.
But, my head is above water, my kids are awesome (if tiresome) and my friends are the bestestes women around.
Will post some photos soon. I promise! I have tonnes of them. (follow me on instagram @hesperasgarden if you want more Tara and CJ spam!)
Night Night xxx