happy being trevy

This chart has been hanging in our bathroom for years. And I do mean YEARS. It has been many moons of patience and energy (mingled with blood, sweat, and tears) to potty train Trevor. There were many moments of despair along the way. Moments of anger and annoyance and the occasional glimmer of hope which was kept us pushing forward. Sometimes people will look at Trevy today and reduce or minimize the journey it's been to get here by assuming he's "nearly typical" now or only "slightly delayed". It wasn't that long ago, he was still smearing his poo everywhere. All over his bed, his walls, himself. TMI, I know, but it was our life for a very long time. We've been through various layers of difficult and heart wrenching things, but it was the poo smearing that most nearly broke me. Today, as I was looking around the bathroom planning for some refreshing, I realized that he no longer needs this chart. I ...

    Praying with Trevy has always been part of our nightly routine.     Except when sick, Trevy is a sweet, sappy, cuddle bug at bedtime.  Even when dripping with exhaustion, there is something really special about snuggling up, reading a book, singing a song and praying.  No matter how cranky I am, it always gets me in the heart.  It’s one of the most peaceful moments in my day.    I do naps and Daddy does night nights.      Now that Trevy is understanding so much…     I’ve had this heart tug to make prayer time mean more for him.      Once upon a time, I’d read a sweet post that shared a prayer over their children. Moving from head down to toes. It included words like “heart of a warrior – feet that run to Jesus”.   I thought I’d read it over at Sand in the Gears …one of my favorite reads which I’m shamelessly plugging. In fact, I emailed the author so convinced was I. Tony ...

      He’s almost six, you know.          He’s lost his first two teeth.     Can read a handful of sight words.     Has mad Kung Fu Fighting Just Dance Kids moves.     And I think just maybe he’s in a place now that he is able to do some self care stuff with less hands on help.  In fact, I’ve been letting him help make chicken nuggets or clean around the house or pack his own snack.  Which will include a full sleeve of Ritz crackers, of course.  Word on School Street is the teachers love when Trevy packs his snack because he has plenty to share!           He loves feeling like a big kid.   Which is so typical, right?!  It always makes me smile at how our special kiddos can be so typical too!  The biggest challenge with Trevy and helping with anything – is the incessant redirection he needs!  He does very, very little without adult (...