Such a Turn-Off

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I’ve always been a kind of “everything in moderation” Mom, so what I am about to say may shock you.

A couple of months ago, I stopped letting Jonah watch TV. Like, at all. For awhile previously I had him down to one show a day, and used that mostly as a reward for potty training. But soon I realized even that was too much. Even though he was only allowed to watch one a day, he obsessed over that one show, and he talked about it all day long. He has a really good memory, and he’d memorize parts of shows and walk around reciting those parts instead of talking and interacting with me and our family.

For a language-delayed kid, this is just not healthy.

So, we pulled the plug. We knew it would be hard, and it was, at first. But it wasn’t hard for very long. I was surprised at how soon he just stopped asking to watch. I was also surprised at how soon we saw an improvement in his language. Very, very soon we were able to see that we’d made the right decision. After a couple weeks, Jonah stopped talking about his shows and started talking about the world around him. Instead of re-living scenes from a Leap Frog adventure, he reminisces about our special “Mommy-Jonah” speech time we have together every day, or about what happened at school. And he observes and comments more on what’s happening around him as it’s happening.

It’s been kind of a bummer for the big kids never to be able to watch TV or play Wii upstairs in our living room, so we created a play area for them in the basement where they can do those things (on designated days). When Jonah’s older and past his delays, we’ll all be able to do those activities together again one day, and I hope then we can keep it moderated.

Because now, honestly? It’s really nice. Sure there are some days when I have a TON of work to do and I WISH I could just plop Jonah down in front of Netflix and buckle down, but the truth is, and I have SEEN this with my own eyes, that even doing that once in awhile is not ok for Jonah. Whatever work I have to do, or think I have to do, what’s best for him is vitally more important. And so I work around the inconvenience of not having a digital babysitter. I make it work. I stay up later, work in small spurts instead of one nice big chunk if I have to, and I hustle hustle hustle when he is at school. I make it work. We make it work as a family.

Bobby was more hesitant at first, he said to me, “I feel like we are taking away everything he likes.” (Because some other things that had a screen, even electronic kids books on kindle or an app, were also a problem). And he was right. But even he agrees that we immediately saw results – and now Jonah has NEW favorite things that are better for him.

I certainly don’t think screens are evil – like I said, my big kids still use them. But I don’t think they are good for kids with language delays, and I DO think they are probably used too much among kids under 5 today.

I wanted to share this with you because this is working for us. It was a hard decision to make, but I am SO glad we did. Jonah still watches a movie with us when we have family movie night, but other than that, he doesn’t watch TV at all. And it’s pretty great!

So, if this is a decision you’re mulling over in your house, I encourage you to commit to it and give it a try. It may not be what’s right for every kid, but it sure was the right thing for ours!

Have you ever done a no TV experiment? What were the results in your house?

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Happy World Down Syndrome Day!

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Today is the 9th annual World Down Syndrome Day – a day to celebrate our friends with Down syndrome and build awareness about Down syndrome.  I’m wearing crazy socks today – as are many supporters of people with Down syndrome. My socks my look different than “typical” socks – but their purpose is the same. They are just socks. They cover up  my feet, and they are doing it quite effectively. In the same way, individuals with Down syndrome may look different on the outside, but their purpose is the same as yours or mine – to live happy, productive lives. Lives full of love, joy, and achievement. Lives that matter. Lives that are normal and yet exceptional.

You guys know I love people with Down syndrome. If you don’t know anyone with Down syndrome, I invite you to read my friend Stefanie’s blog and meet her son Liam. Or read about my friend baby Joy, or my friend Emmy.

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Or  – even better – reach out to volunteer at a special needs event in your community so you can meet some of these incredible folks for yourself.

But for today, you could do something easy – go to your drawer, and put on a pair of mismatched socks. And if someone asks, tell them you are celebrating World Down Syndrome Day. Tell them that people with Down syndrome have a genetic condition and not an illness. That having DS does not make a person unhealthy. Tell them that though they may need speech  and physical therapy to do things that you and I learn naturally, that they will accomplish their goals and be better for it. Tell them that they are people who love and are loved.

But before you do ANY of that – take a look at this short video that will leave you changed for the better.

Happy World Down Syndrome Day! Who are you celebrating today?

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Confessions of a Contest Loser

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If you’re from Dayton, you might know that every two years there is a wonderful event here called the Erma Bombeck Writers’ Workshop. If you don’t know who Erma was, then I’m sorry for you. She was the original “funny mom” – helping mothers of her generation and beyond cope with motherhood’s challenges through humor. She is a local legend, but was also quite famous nationally as an author and humorist. The workshop inspires writers to continue Erma’s wonderful craft. I’d love to attend, but I am ashamed to say I didn’t even know about it until a few years ago. This year, it sold out in just 12 hours, and I didn’t snag a ticket because I hadn’t planned very well and didn’t have the funds at the time.

However! There was hope. You could win a ticket by entering the Erma Bombeck Writing Competition. AND – bonus – there’s a separate category for local entries – narrowing the field. Surely I am the funniest person in Montgomery County, Ohio, right? No problem! I mean I don’t know if you’ve noticed or not, but I am pretty flipping hilarious. Remember that time I told my daughter’s pediatrician about my OWN bowel movements instead my baby’s? Or when my four-year-old asked me if he could make p*rn on our bathroom wall? PRIZE-WINNING FUNNY! Except I never won any prizes with those and you can’t enter previously written stuff in the Erma contest. But the quality of my writing is totes prize-winning, I can see you guys nodding your perfectly-coiffed heads in agreement.

I’ll admit, I was nervous about being beat out by one Holly Michael. If you’ve never read her blog, you really should. She is freaking hilarious, AND she lives on a pig farm. I mean. That is difficult to compete with. I could see myself losing graciously to Holly. And I would have been HAPPY for her, to boot!

Turns out, I lost graciously, all right. But not even to Holly! The indignity. I lost to three strangers. Three people who live in close proximity to me AND who are funnier than I am. And are not Holly Michael or Emily Berry (who did not enter). What. The. Crap.

I’m a loser, baby. Not going to Erma. Next time I SWEAR I am going to have the money saved in time. Because money will definitely buy my ticket when my hilarious stylings will not.

Here, for your inspection, is my losing entry. I am thinking the reason it lost was because it was not completely about poop. Enjoy! While you’re reading, I will be storing up ideas for the funniest essay EVER for 2016.

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Third Time’s The Charm

One of the first thoughts I had upon seeing my unexpected positive pregnancy test in April 2010 was, “I do NOT have the strength to potty train a third child.” Actually, my first thought was “Crap! We just gave our train table and those expensive wooden trains away yesterday!!!” and my second thought was about the potty training. To my credit (I’m not a complete monster), my third thought was “I’m so excited!” My little guy was unplanned, but never unwanted.

Teaching him how to do his business in the toilet, however? TOTALLY UNWANTED.  After two terribly long-and-drawn-out potty training adventures with my older children, I can confidently declare myself “Worst Potty Trainer Ever”. My first child was thirty-nine months by the time I convinced him that pooping in the toilet was not, in fact, linked to imminent death, and my daughter put me through six harrowing weeks of peeing ALL OVER THE HOUSE like an eight-week-old puppy before she finally consented to doing numero uno in the pot – three months shy of her fourth birthday. She wouldn’t commit to doing the deuce until after her fourth birthday; thankfully this blessed transition took place an entire two weeks before I gave birth to my third child and started using diapers again.

Two whole weeks diaper-free! I’m clearly a potty training genius.

Needless to say, when baby #3 came of age for this messy and torturous rite of passage, I wasn’t exactly chomping at the bit to join the potty party. However, three-year-old preschool was looming, so I half-heartedly started training him about two months before his third birthday. Like his siblings before him, he wasn’t exactly on the fast track. Those first weeks were filled with constant messiness and copious prayers of thankfulness for hardwood floors.

But as weeks stretched into a month, something incredible happened. My child, one that I had birthed and parented, figured out how to do his business on the potty before his third birthday. Say what?

Maybe the third time really IS the charm!

I mean, it definitely is – if you consider a child who is totally potty trained by the age of three but who won’t actually go in a normal toilet a sign of a charmed life. I’m sure that’s what people think when they see me carting around a tiny toilet with the face of a frog on it through hotel lobbies and public parks. “That lady carrying around her kid’s poop receptacle is so charming!” they say to each other as they chuckle and give me an indulgent smile.

They probably throw in something about what a great mom I am, too.

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