Horse Therapy for Kids with Disabilities

Horse Therapy for KidsI love horses. I do. I rode for years with a friend when I was growing up. She was a natural trainer when we were kids and has a successful training business today.

When my husband and I relocated to Arizona, I remember telling him one of my goals was to get back in the saddle. I missed it and was determined to start riding again.

Our new town has an equestrian culture and I stumbled across a horseback riding class for special needs kids. I put my riding aspirations on hold and enrolled our daughter who has disabilities. I was nervous the first session, but it was amazing to see her light up. Continue reading

Sensory Processing Issues and The Morning Routine

Sensory Processing DisorderSequence, lace and bows make little girl clothes cute and adorable. For the little girls with sensory processing issues, cute and adorable becomes a nightmare. It’s scratchy. It burns. It irritates.

Sensory processing issues was a new term we learned when our daughter’s conditions were finally diagnosed. Her conditions include a lengthy list with sensory processing issues plus developmental delays and intellectual disability.

Sensory processing refers to the way the brain receives messages from the senses and turns them into the appropriate motor and behavioral responses. Continue reading

5 Tips for the Traveling Mom

Do you remember Leave It To Beaver? Those  episodes of a boy who went off to school while his mom stayed home making dinner and after school snacks for her boys. Dad went to a 9 to 5 job and the issue presented during the 1/2 hour show is wrapped up with a pretty bow by the end.

When we step out of the 1950s, the nuclear family of today is far from Beaver Cleaver’s reality. In fact, we have many, many different family life structures these days. Continue reading

Attitude of Gratitude Tips From Parenting Magazine

After watching my son rifle through the gifts during his birthday party, I thought he may need a little chat about gratitude. I completely understand that his excitement took over, but he was on to the next gift without even knowing who gave him the one he tossed aside. I was a embarrassed.

I was glad to see the Parenting magazine for December had an article on this very topic. With the holidays coming so quickly, they offered some sage advice for a pre-school “Attitude of Gratitude” for the holidays.

3 Tips to Foster an Attitude  of Gratitude Continue reading

It’s An “S” Day

It’s always a good feeling when your kiddies are happy with their daycare/school. Our little guy is in a pre-school that provides after school care. All in all it’s a daycare and he loves it. He runs off ready to play each morning. My hubby and I started to notice that even when it’s the weekend, he wants to go to school.

Am I a little saddened by the fact he prefers to be in school? Hmm. Ok a little but for the most part, it gives this working mom piece of mind that he is learning, playing and interacting with toddlers and pre-school kids in an environment that supports his positive growth.

Saturday rolled around and my little guy slept in a bit. When he came into our bedroom, he asked to go to school. He thought it was a school day.
I told him, “Today is not a school day buddy.” Continue reading

They Are Always Listening

A few times a week we go for a walk to a little creek by our house so my son can feed the fish. It’s also a nice way to decompress after a long day at work.

My hubby and I chat away while my son kicks back in his wagon with his cool shades. Our littlest one enjoys the breeze and is none the wiser regarding the conversation. During one of the walks last week, we discussed the weekend and the possibility of taking a drive up the coast as we do so often. The problem is we fit best in our big truck for the long drive but the big truck is a gas guzzler. I mentioned the cost of gas was too high and maybe we should opt for driving our car. We chatted, fed the fish and finished our walk.

The weekend arrived and we were loading up the car for a few days away. Our stuff didn’t fit and I could see my hubby’s frustration mounting. I suggested we move everything into the truck and just drive that.

My son piped up and said, “Mama, we can’t go in the truck, it costs too much gas.” We all laughed.

Needless to say, when it seems like the little ones are not listening… they are!

Now I am wondering, what else have I said!?

The Meltdown

The day started out pretty normal. It was a Sunday and my hubby made us breakfast. He likes to make sausage and eggs for all of us on the weekend. We love it, too. As we eased into the afternoon, nap time was the same as usual with no surprises. Later in the day, my hubby and son set-up our 5 person tent in the backyard. It was a pretty big task. Dogs were running around crazy and my little guy was running around just as hard. It was a fun day!

And then, evening came…

We noticed an increase of whining and talking back as the night progressed. He is a 3 year-old so that comes with the territory. It was a little more than usual.

Just as I thought we were going to ease into bedtime, the sock puppets reared their ugly heads. Yes, sock puppets. Socks on the hands become magical little entertainers for any toddler. The combination for our overly tired toddler and uncooperative sock puppets was a recipe for a meltdown disaster. He struggled to get them on his hands. When we tried to help, he snarled, “I can do it myself!” Even with his determination he was not mastering those uncooperative sock puppets. It was very traumatizing that his little puppet friends were not playing fairly.

Feel the situation starting to unravel? He went from 0 to 60 in a matter of minutes. There it was… full blown meltdown status! Crying, sobbing and snotting all around.


Being in uncharted toddler territory, it was time to pull the plug on this fiasco! It was like a bad hospital drama with the characters yelling, “Lights out stat!” You guessed it. Bedtime! Right when we were on the brink with this sock puppet nightmare, it happened. He flopped on the bed with his sad little sock puppet hands and cried a few more weeps before drifting away into dreamland. Ahhhh, he melted all the way down to sleep.

With some luck on our side, the meltdown worked itself out this time. We survived it but fate will bring us another I’m willing to bet. Until next time Mr. Meltdown. I know we will meet again….