June 30, 2017

Dear UPS:


Dear UPS Driver,






It's early Friday evening, and I know we are both tired.  But in your effort to save yourself some steps, you prevented someone who is unable to take any steps at all from going into a toy store.

I can't imagine that you didn't notice when you reversed in to park, that you were parking in a handicap spot.  Not only did you take up one handicap spot, but you took up TWO handicap parking spots.  Which could also be numbered as all of the handicap parking.

I drive a large van.  It is nearly as large as your truck, so we have that in common, you and I.  Where we differ is my large van is an accessible handicap van with a lift that I use to get my son, who is (and will always be) in a wheelchair in and out of the van.  Our ability to go places depend on those handicap spaces.

I sat and watched your truck for a long time.  I was two aisles away, in a row that would have plenty of space for your truck.  It would have required you to use your dolly and take a couple trips. However, it couldn't work for me because when you parked in all of the handicap spaces you were also blocking the handicap curb cut out.  So even if I didn't mind pushing a wheelchair around the end of the aisles of the parking lot rows to the main shopping center lane and back down around towards the handicap parking spots (because, you see, wheelchairs can't fit through the parked cars of the aisles like walking people can), I still couldn't have been able to get into the store because you were completely blocking the curb cut out for wheelchair access.



Maybe, to you, this is a little thing.  But to a mother of a child with special needs, who just wanted to take her non-ambulatory son to the store, it is a big thing.

There are already enough challenges to people who need handicap parking caused by those who illegally use handicap tags that they get their hands on.  We can't afford to add to that the abuse by those who don't have handicap placards issued to them.

I know that the speedy delivery of those packages is important to UPS.  It is a great convenience you offer customers to have their packages delivered promptly.  However, your parking choice of "convenience" to accelerate that customer service to some is an incredible disservice to others that you displayed your blatant disregard to tonight. Which, to you, is clearly a population that is not as important.

I would pay millions of dollars if my son didn't have to be in a wheelchair his entire life and my physical burden this evening could have been limited to a handful of extra steps and a dolly.  But it isn't.  Nor will it ever be.  So for now and forever, I am grateful for my special blue tag and the access it allows an amazing little boy to experience just a little bit more of life.  

Please don't take that from him.






June 27, 2017

DIY {A}



I have spent many a moment holding back the tears as I walk through the aisles at Toys "R" Us every Christmas, birthday and occasions in between trying to find something that Bridger will be able to play with.

I come away empty handed and heavy hearted.

I have a favorite catalog of special needs toys and such that I receive in the mail.  I pour longingly through the pages and am used to the steep price tags attached to everything "special", but I have figured out the formula to help unfamiliar minds calculate those prices.  

Here it is:

**With any special needs equipment or toys, take what you think it would cost, triple that number, then add a 0 to the end of that number, and you will be correct.**

The price of "play" for Bridger is nearly impossible to swallow.

Bridger had a wonderful physical therapist early on that taught me to look at Home Depot through "special" eyes.

And that is what I did to make some summer fun for Bridger et al.

I call it DIY{A} (Do it Yourself Accessible).

I had been looking at the special needs catalog and drooling over an expensive accessible sensory table for Bridger for the past year.  I knew he would love to wheel up and play in the water and sand buckets.  It was something "age appropriate" where peers would want to join him in play.  Unfortunately, an accessible sensory table play table cost around $800.  And because we still like to eat, it is not in the budget.

But maybe. . . just maybe. . . 

I drew up a design, measured Bridger all around and did some hard math (that really should be easy math) and headed to Home Depot to look through the aisles with my "special" eyes.

I cut a bunch of different lengths of 2x4's, added some decking brackets, heavy duty concrete mixing tubs, screws and casters from Home Depot and used some left over paint in our garage.




I created the frame which the girls helped me assemble, screw and paint.  We added the two concrete tubs,

And voila!




An accessible sensory play table for $41 that can roll out of the garage to the driveway or roll back into the garage for some shady cooler play time.  Ty likes the shade space underneath -- even when Bridger thinks it is funny to have some water continuously dribble from the tub onto his tolerant pal below.







It's not catalog worthy - but it is wheelchair kid worthy and they have enjoyed hours of playtime fun with it.

I purchased a dozen pounds of kinetic sand (awesome for kids with sensory integration disorders) and a bunch of miniature sand toys and put them on one side, and added water and little plastic bead things that grow to large gel-like water marbles (because that is as technical as I can describe them) which are sensory delights, along with a bunch of water toys on the other side.



I have spent many afternoons in my lounge chair watching friends gather around him at the sensory table and play with him.  It makes him smile.  It makes me smile, too.

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As I was becoming more brave with my crafting abilities, my mind continued to chew for a solution for another dilemma.  Bridger loves imaginary play with food.  All of the little play kitchens and play markets I found were designed for the under 4 crowd and the designs prohibited play if Bridger was in his wheelchair.

But maybe . . . just maybe. . .

I drew up a design, used some geometry that I still had stored somewhere in my brain and headed to Home Depot.

I had an employee cut me several lengths of PVC pipe and purchased some different angled couplings and end caps.  At home I took an old Ikea bookshelf that was getting dusty in the closet, some leftover fabric and bought some plastic shelf liner and hanging baskets from the dollar store and an old office tape calculator that I found at the county surplus store for $5.

I created the market awning frame from the sections of PVC that I painted green and mounted the top of the frame into the wall with cheap curtain rod hooks.  I screwed the end caps directly into the top of the shelf and inserted the pvc pipe into it so it is nice and secure.  I eyeballed a crude pattern for the awning and began to cut and sew and attached the fabric awning over the back part of the frame using some velcro strips I sewed along the back flap of the awning.  Crystal clear? I was afraid it might be.  That's how I create.  No pattern, no instructions, just measure twice, cut once. . . then get a little frustrated and measure a third time and cut again.

I took out the best power tool of all - my glue gun, and after using a dinner plate to trace my scallop onto the plastic shelf lining, I glued it to the hem of the awning.

And voila!







An $18 accessible play market!

Again, it is not catalog worthy, but it is wheelchair kid worthy!  Bridger and Eliza have had hours of imaginary playtime with it - and Bridger's older sisters have been roped into to playing grocery store a time or two as well:)  It is sturdy, high and deep enough to for him to wheel behind in his chair and be one tough market boss.  Warning: his prices are steep and he leaves no room for negotiation!

In the world of Special, I have learned that solutions to problems have to come from within.  Sometimes it is discouraging to think that my attempts at finding answers to help Bridger thrive yield more failures than successes. But the successes I have give me hope, which is fuel to keep trying.

And for the moment, there is happiness all around in these two victories.

Moral of the Story:  You can DIY{A}!


Have a favorite DIY{A} success?  Please share!


June 26, 2017

Castaways



We unanimously agree that our favorite day of the cruise was our day on Disney's island, Castaway Cay.


We came off the ship bright and early for the older three kids to start the day by running the Castaway Cay 5k.






Sadie now recommends not stuffing yourself with bacon from the breakfast buffet prior to racing.   Live and learn.






One little upgrade we decided to splurge on was our own private cabana on Castaway Cay.  Of the handful of cabanas they offer, Disney has one accessible cabana.  We were so excited to secure it.


Worth EVERY penny.  I credit our cabana for making this the best day ever.



We left the crowds and entered a gate leading to a private beach and meandered down a little path to find our welcome,






This little hut away from the crowds of the cruise, with a stocked fridge, cool wet towels, beach toys and an cabana host was to be all ours for the entire day.




We enjoyed the hammocks, the lounge chairs, the music. . . it was sheer bliss!








We love LOVE love Disney's beach because of the beach wheelchairs they provide!  We have a beach wheelchair at home (our favorite piece of equipment EVER) that we enjoy using at beaches close to our home.  But with all the equipment required to vacation anywhere beyond our immediate area, there is not room in the van for the beach wheelchair.  I am so grateful for Disney's beach wheelchair which makes this the only tropical port of call that we can enjoy.

This cabana was also magical to us, not only for the obvious, but because Bridger cannot tolerate the sun very well.  Sun and heat induce seizures for him and beach time for the other children has always been cut short due to their brother's health risk - including on our last cruise.

When Bridger's system is overwhelmed by the sun and heat, he does what we refer to as his "shut down".  Which is literally just that.  It is a protective measure, but in the heat and sun it is his protocol prior to a seizure.  However, when he is pulled out of those elements and shuts down in the cool shade, during that protected time he can reset his body and then awaken to continue for several hours more play time.




His shut down and seizures (both threat of or actual) will make the fun for the rest of us come to a screeching halt and we will have to abort mission and end our day no matter how much of it there was left to enjoy.  But his shut down time in the comfort and protection of the cabana allowed for continued relaxing and fun time for the rest of us.



Shutting down:





Then up again and ready for water time!





The cabana was also delightful for the privacy factor.  Having to keep Bridger out of crowds for the past 10 years has made me a bit crowd-a-phobic as well.

With the cabana came a private beach with a guard standing there to keep everyone off. 

Let's do the side by side comparison:


PUBLIC BEACH:



OUR BEACH:


ahhhh.

We lingered long - tubing, snorkeling and napping, until the last moments before the final boarding call to return to the ship.  







We thoroughly enjoyed our own little Gilligan's Island for the day.

Favorite vacation day ever.  Pure bliss under a palm thatched roof. 





June 25, 2017

The Gift that Keeps on Giving


The wonderful thing about receiving a trip for Christmas is that it is the gift that keeps on giving.  

There was the fun of opening it, the fun of the anticipation (which became the theme of Sadie's birthday just before we left.  Sadie was so baffled by the "Hidden Mickey" cake that I made her). . .






And then there is the fun of finally GOING on the vacation!


The portal to FUN:




When you enter the ship the magic hits you instantly with the beautiful lobby:




One of our rooms:



Sometimes it is really fun to have a wheelchair accompany you wherever you go -- like when your state rooms are the extra large accessible cabins!



We had our room attendant unlock the balcony divider so the balconies of our two rooms were connected.  We made a boys room and a girls room.  We set up Bridger's travel bed over the Murphy bed and pulled down the ceiling bunks. So spacious and roomy!

No longer a Disney cruise newbie, I knew some tricks to make this cruise even more fun - like decorating our doors!  Upon boarding, I snuck down to our cabin doors and decorated them while the kids were hitting the buffet.  When they came down to find our state rooms their expressions were priceless!



























And because scheduling fun for 7 gets really confusing and you find yourself missing activities that you didn't even know happened, I had brought along 2 magnetic document sleeves that we put the daily schedule in and stuck it to our doors.  Everyone highlighted all of the different activities they wanted to do, so we never missed a beat.  We also had dry erase boards on our doors so the kids could leave us a note as to where they were and I could tell them where to meet up as plans evolved throughout the day.

I also put suction cup hooks on the doors for everyone to hang their Key to the World cards each time they came in - which I learned last time were easy to get lost in all of the cabin flurry.




























Bridger's favorite daily obsession was wondering which towel animal our room attendant would leave next.  He would scream in delight each time we entered our room to find a new terry-furred friend.



To fuel that obsession the girls and I took a towel origami class.




We also attended a cooking demonstration by one of Disney's amazing chefs.  Yummiest strudel ever!



Lance isn't in these pictures much because he loved his teen club.  Kudos to Disney for creating such a cool space that a 15 year old actually wants to be there!  We would see him for meals, and caught an occasional sighting of him on the main deck - which is where we spent most of our time.  Specifically, Nemo's Reef.  Bridger would scoot around all of the sprayers as the toddlers dodged the big bum-scooting obstacle as they ran around.






A Disney cruise is perfect for Bridger, because here his meltdowns don't hold us all hostage.  His meltdowns don't keep his siblings from having fun because Alan or I can hang with him in the room where he parks himself in front of the Mickey cartoons that play 24/7 and he can "reset" himself in time for dinner (as he chatters in between cartoon segments about the next towel animal that will be left for him.)


We weren't too big on the character meet n' greets because they had their fill of those on our park time before the cruise.  But who can resist one more encounter with Ana and Elsa?  Truthfully, we just went because Bridger wanted to see Olaf.  We had to talk Bridger through his brewing tantrum when he learned Olaf was a no-show.  He recovered.


Lance, who remembered all of the amazing menu offerings from the first cruise, continued to amaze us with his mature palette and would always order the most unique offerings on the menu.  Tuna tartar, Duck Confit. . . you name it - he ate it and loved it.  Eliza was so full after dinner, when they asked her what she wanted for dessert, she said, "Nothing!"


So that is what they brought her, in chocolate and Mickey sprinkles.




The girls and I enjoyed Goofy golf and ping pong before our dinners and the boys would do the midnight showing of Star Wars and other Disney flicks.




Vacations with young children rarely provide opportunities for parents to relax.  

And vacations with children with special needs will never, ever, never allow for a SINGLE moment of relaxation.

But guess what?! We have discovered that a Disney Cruise is the ONE vacation that there may be some such moments, however brief, that relaxation will be available to each of us, including for Alan and I.  THAT it what makes it magical.



Our favorite magical cruise memories I will post of in my blog tomorrow.  They deserve a blog of their own.

Until tomorrow. . .