Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Charla's Hair

Before I get into her hair, I thought I'd mention something cute she said today.

Gregory is usually my builder, but Charla pulled out some stacking toys and was determined to stack them as high as she could. When I asked her what the tower was for she matter-of-factly told me, "I'm making a tower to Arizona!"

I don't exactly follow her logic, but I thought it was so cute!


Some may wonder why I keep Charla's hair so short. While I do think she pulls off the "pixie" look very well, it's not that way entirely by choice.

Ever since before Charla turned 1, her busy little fingers have fiddled with her hair. For a long time she just twirled it, but it would twist and often end up coming out. Before she was 2 I gave her the first haircut (click to see YouTube video I made of it) in an attempt to dissuade her, theorizing that if it was too short to wrap around her fingers, she'd give up.

It seemed to help, so she's never had pigtails since, because she would get a haircut whenever it got long enough to wrap around her fingers.

When we moved from Arizona to Ohio last May, it got noticeably worse. Fred was also gone for most of the remainder of the year. Instead of just twirling her hair, she started tugging on it, pulling out several strands at a time. At that point she still would focus on one area of her head, usually just above her ears, so the rest of her hair managed to cover it up alright.

(October 2008, at the Cincinnati Zoo... see the otter?)

My brilliant idea proved useless in January this year when we got her hair cut like usual. It backfired. Since she couldn't get a grip on her hair, she started just pulling it out all over the left side of her head.

We figure she favors the left side simply because she's right-handed and is constantly pulling, even when she's busy coloring, eating, etc.

(current picture)

When we got back from Germany, her hair (or lack thereof) was the worst yet. So we got in to see one of the pediatricians on base, who then gave us a referral to Dayton Children's hospital. I had attempted this while Fred was at training last year, but the pediatrician I saw on base then didn't take me seriously, and kept insisting she'll just grow out of it (which is still highly likely).

One of our main concerns, besides her facing ricidule in the future if this persists, is that we'd learned about a disorder called Trichotollomania (click to find out more). It is often associated with OCD, but is treated differently. We were determined to see a professional who could at least evaluate her and give us an idea of what was going on with our little princess, especially if it was Trich.

That finally happened yesterday.

Dr. DeWitt is a child psychologist. She mostly talked with us while Charla played with toys in the room. We met with her for about an hour. She listened to Charla's history, taking notes, and asking questions. We told her we were concerned that Charla's hair pulling, her persistent reliance on her pacifier, and the extreme temper tantrums she throws, may all be connected somehow.

In the end she assessed that it is more likely that Charla's hair pulling has evolved from a habit that has gotten out of hand, than that she has a dissorder triggering the perceived need to pull at her hair. She said that many children they've helped through this simply needed something else to keep their hands busy, like squeezing a stress ball, fiddling with beads on a string, etc.

She said they only get concerned about pacifier use if it alters the child's ability to speak, which Charla has no problem with. She received testing a few months ago which determined her speech was exactly as it should be for her age. There was no indicator that her pacifier use has caused any speech problems.

She also was pleased to hear that our daughter is so stubborn, explaining that they like to see that in young children, because it often indicates that they will have a stronger self esteem and resistance to peer pressure as they get older (we can only hope!!).

She pointed out that even though Charla was in an unfamiliar environment with a stranger (Dr. DeWitt), she hadn't observed our daughter touch her hair once during the visit. She felt this indicated that a situation that would typically make children anxious didn't have that affect on her, or that if it did, she didn't manifest it by pulling on her hair.

Instead, Dr. DeWitt feels it's more likely that Charla has busy fingers that need to be doing something, and so the most convenient thing is to run her fingers through her hair, tugging on it.

She asked us to watch Charla closely, looking for triggers or times of day that the hair pulling is worse. She recommended we let Charla pick out some hats and/or bandanas, and she left it up to us whether we insist Charla wear them all the time, or just when we see her messing with her hair. She said there was no harm in explaining to Charla that we are trying to help her allow her hair to grow back in, but obviously not to call negative attention to it.

We all agreed that medication isn't even a consideration at this point, and probably won't be, seeing how young Charla is. The doctor also thinks we should hold off on breaking the pacifier habit until this is resolved, since both wouldl be a lot for Charla to deal with, especially throwing a new sibling into the mix.

We'll meet with Dr. DeWitt in 2 weeks again, and consistently after, until we feel it is under control.

SO, it's going to be a challenge, but our little Charla is totally worth it! We've also been assured by many people, like my uncle who is a prestigious pediatrician in Cincinnati, that the vast majority of children with this habit, simply grow out of it.

New Calling and New Haircut

No, one did not inspire the other, but I guess it was just time for change.

The mass exodus of members from our ward has begun. I've heard there are 15 families moving out!! Of course this means all their callings will need to be reassigned.

When I was asked to come in to chat with the second counselor, I made the mistake of assuming that I would be offered some extra help with my current calling as Ward Activities Chair, since 1/2 of my committee has moved and I'm due with baby #4 in May.
Never assume.

Instead, they extended me the calling for Primary Chorister... and explained I would be keeping my current calling. You might say I was a little surprised, but I understand the pressure they're under to fill callings, so I said, "yes."

You might say I was a little stressed, considering how I'd balance it all. So, this past Saturday Fred graciously gave me some "me" time and I went to aimlessly wonder the mall. I've only been there a handful of times and ended up lost in some secluded corner upstairs.

There was a sign outside a small salon that advertised haircuts for $14.95. Without hesitating I strolled in, put my name on the waiting list, and picked up one of the hairstyle books to get an idea of what I wanted.

I admit, I was a little nervous- every single hairdresser had pretty outrageous hair styles and each had a different bright color dyed into their hair. But I think it turned out really good! I realized I'd just been pulling my hair back in a ponytail for a long time, so this is a welcome change.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Weak Ambitions

Seeing as how this is our 4th baby and we already have everything for a boy or girl, we decided to wait until birth to find out the sex of the baby. It just made sense... and we had other friends doing it, so we wanted to be cool like them :P

Well, when we took Gregory with us to the ultrasound, we told the tech how our son was CERTAIN he was getting another sister. She obliged our request not to see the gender (resulting in us missing 1/2 the ultrasound... grr), but there was a time that I was sure I saw "something" float up.

She gave us a few pictures to take home. One of them had this suspicious-looking hint of something at the baby's waist. I started wondering if the tech either missed it or was trying to give us a chance to figure it out so our son would have a head's-up that he wasn't getting a sister after all.


By this point, the suspense had lost its luster. I had my suspicions and if they were true, I wanted Gregory to know. I also had felt oddly detached from my pregnancy, hating to HAVE to refer to the baby as "it" when we didn't say Gregory's selected pseudo-name, "Baby Lou." After a lot of contemplation, talking with Fred, and mostly feeling like an idiot, I called up the doc's office.

Sparing you all the details, they insisted my chart said, "Don't tell gender", which irritated me. I explained my suspicions and they reluctantly searched my charts. We had to wait a whole month before the sonograms were documented in my file. I FINALLY got a message on my answering machine from the office...

"The tech wrote in her notes that it is most likely MALE."

HA! I was right! My ego would have been seriously injured if they had said, "GIRL", not that I would be sad about having another daughter.

I was nervous about breaking the news to Gregory, since he was so hung up on the "sister" thing. When I gently told him, he thought about it for a full minute and then sighed, smiled and brightly said, "Ya know, mama, I didn't really want another sister... I want a baby brother!"

We figure that all he knows is sisters... but now he's thrilled, as is Charla. It's so fun how they're constantly asking me what the baby's doing. Charla will even TELL me what he's doing... "Mama, the baby's snuggling you!" or "Mama, ya know, the baby's eating rice!" (or whatever I'm eating at the moment).

I'd have to say, this has been the funnest pregnancy, since the kids are so involved! Let's hope it endures long after birth...

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Our St. Patty's Day

The holiday started on Monday for us. For FHE we talked about Noah and the Ark, using the little play ark and beanie babies Fred's aunt Sally sent us (thank you!).

Fred found the Newer Fantasia's part about the ark (with Donald Duck) on Youtube and showed it to the kids- such a great idea! They all loved it!

The rainbow in the story flowed nicely into talking about rainbows for St. Patrick's Day. Gregory was happy to share what he'd been learning in school (mostly just about shamrocks). They colored pictures of rainbows and I showed them how to trace heart cookie cutters into paper to make shamrocks- they did so good!

Dessert was a special treat I've been saving for a month (more like, forgot about until that night). They're a candy from Germany called Kinder Eier. It's a delicious egg shaped chocolate shell that has a little capsule inside. Inside the capsule is a little toy. The graphic says, "Children's Surprise" on the egg. One of my fondest memories of childhood was getting these on special occassions.

Well, at any rate, the kids loved them.. I only managed to sneak one little chocolate egg shard from Charla.

Breakfast yesterday was fun! I made green pancakes, which Gregory surprisingly didn't have a problem with. He didn't like the idea of green food coloring in his milk, though, so he settled for a green cup.

The girls enjoyed the pancakes, too. It was a fun start to the day!

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Patriotic Bathroom


So, the downstairs bathroom is basically a little windowless cell. I've had ambitions of trying to spice it up for a while now. Last week I finally did it!

I figure since we're in base housing, why not go with a "messy" Uncle Sam's WC look? Whatcha think?

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Scattergories

This looked fun and simple, so I couldn't pass it up :P

Rules: IT'S HARDER THAN IT LOOKS !

USE THE 1ST LETTER OF YOUR NAME TO ANSWER EACH OF THE FOLLOWING QUESTIONS.

THEY HAVE TO BE REAL PLACES, NAMES, THINGS. Don't use made up things, use REAL.

TRY TO USE DIFFERENT ANSWERS IF THE PERSON IN FRONT OF YOU HAD THE SAME 1ST INITIAL.

YOU CAN'T USE YOUR NAME FOR THE BOY/GIRL NAME QUESTION.

1. What is your name? Debbie

2. A 4 Letter Word: dumb
3. A Boys Name: David (I am related to many)
4. A Girls Name: Darleen
5. A sport: Dodgeball
6. A color: Desert Sand (I'm sure it's in the paint department at Home Depot)
7. Something you wear: drawers (you thought I'd say dress, right?)
8. A beverage: daiquiri (virgin, of course... and strawberry... yum!)
9. A Food: Deep Dish Dominoes Pizza (ha!)
10. Something found in the bathroom: drippy washcloth
11. A place: Durmstrang... it exists in the 4th Harry Potter book!
12. A Reason for being late: dumb van was sheathed in an inch of ice (wouldn't have thought of that one a year ago, let alone USED the excuse!)
13. Something you shout: DRAT!


Go ahead and give it a try!!!

Tornados and Girl Bread

I had to post this before I forgot them...

At lunch today Gregory declared, "I'm so hungry I could eat a whole tornado!"

And yesterday...

Fred and I ate grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch. Charla asked what we were eating. When we told her, her eyes lit up and she exclaimed, "GIRL sandwiches?? I want a GIRL sandwich!" (almost sounds morbid, really)

Fred made her one and she ate the whole thing.

Funny kids :P