happy being trevy

  A friend recently asked me how we keep Trevy safe when he’s playing outside.   I thought maybe it might be a good idea to whip up a blog post.  Because isn’t that how everyone spends their days off?  Also, maybe our trick will help another family out in a time of desperation.   When we first bought our house…we were a little bummed that the majority of the yard is in front of the house.  The American Dream is a big back yard, after all.   Little did we know how handy it would come in.   We’ve always known we’d need a fence to create a safe place for the kids to play.  Mostly, for Trevy and the pooch.  But, frankly, in today’s day and age…having a protective barrier around ALL of my kids gives me more peace of mind when they’re enjoying the great outdoors.  Due to the flow of our yard…we fenced the WHOLE thing in.  So both front and back doors (along with every other body sized openings) exit into our fully fenced ya...

    Good-ish news about the dizzy spells that Trevor has been having.     He had a doozy of one at school this week.  Around 9am his CNA noticed his legs shaking during circle time.  The kids were standing and he was clearly having trouble holding himself up.  She decided they needed to visit the nurse’s office.  During the walk there Trevor stumbled into the wall twice and told her the room was shaking.  This prompted her to carry him the rest of the way.  Once in the nurse’s office he fell asleep.  Usually after he rests he’s back to baseline.  Not this time.  This time he remained wobbly the rest of the school day.  He was still off balance when he came home too.  In a matter of five minutes he tripped while running twice and lost his balance a handful more times.     I stood there storming in my heart about what the heck to do.     Even though he was falling all over the place…h...

    I've been focusing a lot on emotions with Trevy.     Every day I randomly ask him to tell me something about his day that made him happy, sad, scared, etc.   So tonight I was asking him "does so-and-so make you happy?"   He loved the game and said, "Mommy! Mommy!" which I knew meant I should ask does Mommy make you happy. So I did. He practically jumped up and down while he screamed YESSSSS!     It was really sweet.     Later I decided to turn the tables on him and asked instead...     Trevy, do you know how YOU make MOMMY feel?     He paused a minute and then whispered uncertainly, "Tired?"   I'm not sure if he knew why Mommy laughed so hard and hugged him so tight and smothered him up in so many smooches. But I'm pretty sure by time I was through he knew that he also makes me HAPPY!     …danielle

    (You can’t get more RI than that – island honey for him; Dunkin Dark for me!)   Kinda makes ya believe in God is my pet phrase whenever something really cool happens. Like the time we were in the hospital with Trevy right next door to a Burundian refugee family. Fresh off the plane from Tanzania (where the refugee camp was located) and speaking zero English but lots of Swahili. Their daughter was very sick and the nurses were frustrated by the language barrier vs. the medical needs. It was cool (in that kinda makes you believe in God sorta way) watching their jaws drop when we told them we'd be happy to translate. I guess we don't look like the average Swahili speaker.   Then there was the time Toby's coach donated enough travel points to not only fly us to Detroit for our (nightmare miracle) surgical consult but also put us up in a swanky hotel too! Sitting in the VIP room of the Marriott in downtown Detroit totally gave us that "kinda makes ya believe i...