Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Hassle Time

Verb: Harass; pester.
Noun: Irritating inconvenience. 

Crash can be a, how should I phrase it, hyper verbal child at times. This can be a good thing, but at times will drive his mother batty. Take for example, oh say, the fifteen hundred reasons why he can not possibly wear underwear, or the thousand reasons why the socks in his hand are not THE short socks. The attention to detail that this child posses is mind numbing and completely exhausting. Enter Hassle Time.

This "irritating inconvenience" or "pestering" now has a name and I have a fantastic strategy for dealing with it. Crash is free to lament until his heart is content and I will happily listen to it. I just now have one eye on the clock. Before I start timing, I tell Crash I would love to listen to everything he has to say about his underwear, I am just going to start hassle time. For every second I spend, I get to redeem later on, maybe I need some quiet mommy time, or extra time to prep something for myself and he will have to wait. Crash now has to make the decision if it is worth it to "hassle" or if he should just go about his business.

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Easter Through the Years...

Easter clothes have always been a struggle in our house...
 2009: The fancy Easter dinosaur

2010: The so very fancy Easter Star Wars sweat shirt.
But this year, there was a glimmer of something different.  Crash was with his brother and I out shopping for Easter clothes for his brother when all of a sudden Crash says...I want Easter clothes.

Really??  You want Easter clothes??  For real?  Ok.  But I tucked the receipt in the pants pockets...just in case.

So Easter morning rolls around.  Crash has been talking about his fancy clothes for days and is so excited to get dressed up just like his brother.  Then...he puts his pants on...

I knew it was coming.  I hadn't even cut the tags off the clothes yet.  I tell Crash it's ok and he can go put on something else.  But, that isn't good enough...Crash WANTS to wear his fancy clothes.  SO, thirty minutes later Crash is still rolling around on the floor crying.  Church will be starting soon.  We need to go.  I try to convince Crash to put jogging pants on under his pants, but that doesn't work either.  After 45 minutes I had had enough.  I pack the dress clothes up to take back to the store. 

All of a sudden, Crash grabs the clothes and put them on screaming.  TAKE THE TAGS OFF.  TAKE ALL THE TAGS OFF.  So we cut out all the tags and I inform Crash that the clothes can no longer go back to the store...they are his.  And guess what...

He didn't take them off all day!

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Rules to live by...

Two events recently have stood out in my mind of how Crash quickly creates rules to live by.  When life goes according to the rules, life is good.  And...when it goes against the rules...well, I bet you can guess what happens.  One would think rules to live by may include things that preserve your quality of life...don't touch a hot pan, bring an umbrella when it rains...and so forth.  When the rules are broken, the quality of your day tends to be impacted. 

I am sure if you could ask Crash, he would also say his rules preserve his quality of life.  And, when his rules are broken, the quality of his day is impacted.  The thing is, the rules he lives by are not the typical rules we learn as children growing up.  Most of the time the rest of the world doesn't even know about the rule until it has been violated.  Take for example, the other day Crash's grandmother offered to peel an orange for him.  Until that day, I didn't know the rule for peeling the entire church knows the rule after experiencing Crash in rare meltdown form on a Sunday morning.    One must NEVER push your thumb through the orange and pull it apart before peeling it.  Who would have thought.  Did you know pizza should only be served on movie night?  I didn't know that either, but last week we had a movie night at our house with some guests and everyone had pizza.  One time, that's it, and all of a sudden there is a rule about it. 

Of course rules are made to be broken in our house and broken they shall be.  I just find it interesting how they pop up as a way for Crash to exert control over situations.  Church can be overwhelming for him.  Lots of people and lots of behavior expectations.  He usually hold it together, but it takes a lot of energy and effort on his part.  When something violates one of his rules he doesn't have the resources left to deal with it because his system is already taxed to the max.  When your system is in this state the only thing left to do is meltdown.  Poor for dinner tonight with no movie and oranges all week that have been split apart before they are peeled.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

The best gluten free dairy free chocolate cake EVER

 not to mention it looks like Lightening McQueen sticking his tongue out...

Thanks Uncle Chris!

Gluten And Dairy Free Chocolate Cake
1 cup Water
½ cups Cocoa
½ cups Coconut Flour
½ cups Tapioca Flour
½ teaspoons Xanthan Gum/ or guar gum
½ teaspoons Salt
1 teaspoon Baking Soda
10 Tablespoons Earth Balance (vegan Butter)
1 cup Sugar
5 whole Eggs
1 Tablespoon Vanilla Extract

1. Preheat oven to 375 degrees F.

2. Bring the water to a boil. Stir in the cocoa until melted and set aside until it comes to room temperature.

3. Stir together the coconut flour, cornstarch, xanthan gum, salt, and soda. Mix together well. If you have a sifter go ahead and sift it to get out all the clumps. You don’t want to bite into your cupcake and get a clump of coconut flour. I don’t have a sifter so I used my hands to de-clump the flour the best I could.

4. Beat together the butter and sugar.

5. Beat in the eggs, one at a time, then the vanilla. Scraping down the bowl as necessary

6. Add the flour mixture to the creamed mixture and beat until incorporated. Again, you might need to scrape down the bowl.

7. Add in the cocoa mixture and beat until smooth. Batter will be thin.

8. Spray a 9x13 pan or other pan and bake 30 min or until a toothpick comes out clean

Source:adapted from

Sunday, February 20, 2011

I'm melting, I'm melting!

Well, not exactly. That is however what kept running through my head during Crash's meltdown last night.

You see, we were playing a game of Chomp, which has got to be one of his most favorite games at the moment. It's a little like War and a little like Slap Jack all rolled into one. constant motion and a lot of slapping the table... right up Crash's alley.

We were well into the game and all of a sudden I hear Crash screaming just like the Wicked Witch...I'm loosing...I'm loosing. which may have been a little funny at first, but it continued on and on...His eyes started to swell, hives started to appear and he could not get himself under control.

Dad tried redirecting, then offered choices...all while trying to keep from laughing hysterically and making the situation even worse. Of course, we were way past choices and redirection by then, and Crash is still screaming I'm loosing, I'm loosing.

So I call Crash over to my lap and try some deep pressure hugs and ask...Have you ever lost a game?

Tears now just running down his face...he sobs no...not this game it's my favorite.

So was it his favorite game because he never lost? We have only had the game a couple weeks, or was it his favorite game because it is fun to play. Thankfully, the game soon ended and Crash was willing to play a different game and the tragedy of loosing faded away.

Although being the wonderfully supportive and loving mother that I am, I had to make sure he didn't win that game as well.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

I guess it was Obvious

Yup.  In the previous picture, Crash was wearing a buttoned up flannel shirt and a poofy vest that was zipped up.  I am glad I caught that moment in time, because it quickly went by.

Crash woke up that morning and was all excited because we were having family friends over to visit.  His brother ran to his room to get dressed for the occasion.  Of course, doing everything his brother does, Crash ran out to get dressed as well.  I hear off in the distance a few shouts, and then some demanding statements about buttoning and zipping.  But overall it sounded like a rather civil and boy was I curious why on Earth Crash would be asking for help buttoning or zipping.  He NEVER wears clothes that require buttoning or zipping (no wonder he can't do it).  I resisted the urge to go and see what was going on.  I knew my presence would ruin whatever plan was in that pea brain of his.  So I waited...

It was well worth the wait.  For Christmas Crash and his brother received matching outfits.  His brother had worn his several times, and I left Crash's in his closet....most likely to be ignored until he outgrew it.  But, low and behold.  He put it on.  And even left the button up shirt on all day! This just goes to show me that I should not limit Crash's choices by what I think he likes.  I should leave a variety of things out there for him to try at his pace and one day I may be surprised!

Friday, January 21, 2011

Do YOU See What I See?

Ok, this is not a great picture, but there are a lot of things in this picture that are great!

1. Of course I am bias but Crash is GREAT!

Can you see anything else???