We went to Radio City Music Hall and saw their Holiday Spectacular. We went with another family. We took the train down to Grand Central. We meandered around Rockefeller Plaza. The kids each picked an activity from the MOMA gift shop as a souvenir. We had hot dogs from street vendors and went to the 1pm matinee. Our seats were in the second row and each girl had cotton candy and a Radio City Music Hall Santa hat which came with cotton candy.
The show itself was an absolute success. All the girls were mesmerized.
Dinner was not as successful. We had reservations, but the restaurant was $50 an entree and had no kid’s menu. My Fillet Mignon and the sauce it came with was delicious. Everybody else had trouble finding something they thought they would eat. I didn’t recognize most of what was on the menu.
Hope had an awful day. The only time she enjoyed herself was during the actual show. She was difficult all day. She had two full blown rages. In the middle of Manhattan. We had no graceful exits,
That old dilemma again. We want her to enjoy the family time with us. She can’t handle anything but a small, confined world. I am glad Hope had the experience of seeing the show. I never want to take her anywhere again.
Swimming with the dolphins was the highlight of our cruise. All the ladies in our group went together, while the gentlemen went sailing to St. John. GB was nervous but so brave. She enjoyed herself immensely. We are having a book made of our adventure, but it won’t be here before Christmas. I am considering a week of dolphin therapy for both girls, but that will have to wait until Hope is stable enough to handle airports and planes.
GB’s end of the year gymnastics show was last night. Hope raged before and after the show, but was quiet while it was happening. GB was nervous, excited, and tipped into overwhelmed a couple of times. Her bio-grandparents came and made her night. They cheered, they clapped, and they took pictures. When the show was over, we all went to the chinese buffet for dinner. GB talked as much as she ate. Hope spent more time looking for trouble than she did eating. When the Dad announced GB was riding with him, Hope went into a rage. I am getting awfully tired of dealing with rages. Hope has very little cause and effect reasoning
and is always shocked when she doesn’t get what she wants. The Dad has difficulty dealing with her for more than an hour at a time.
GB will be moving to the highest class her gym has. She was apprehensive, but after the show today, she decided she could keep up with them. Only one of her NT friends made that class, so next year will be different.
The only thing that remains constant is change. My grandbaby is growing up.
The Dad took GB with him when he took his mom out to IHOP for breakfast this morning. That left Hope (Day 13) with me. Our morning was the same old same old. I lost my therapeutic parenting for a minute, just before lunch. She was screeching (again) about how everybody hates her. I got down to her level and promised/threatened her that if she woke up the baby, she would be sitting in a chair until bedtime. Not quite up to the empty threats I heard as a child, but a shocked look passed over Hope’s face and she stopped.
This afternoon, the four of us went to look at a special needs sleep away camp for GB. The first thing that caught GB’s eye were the brightly painted rocks scattered throughout the camp. They each had a camper’s hometown, how far away it was, and an arrow indicating direction on them. Among GB’s favorites were Tel Aviv, Israel (yellow), Austin, Texas (bright blue), and Chicago, Illinois (orange). The cabin we saw had a bright purple bookshelf that GB immediately claimed as her own. The camp had a miniature golf course, a stand on see saw, a very large pool, a stage she danced on with Hope, swings, slides, 3 climbing structures, a large creek, a separate arts and craft building, and a patio for barbecuing. GB loved it. I saw no red flags and the Dad seemed to like it. If we can stabilize GB, the camp looks like a real possibility. The director interacted well with GB and seemed to think it would be a good experience for her. There was no sales pitch and we spent most of the time talking about GB’s likes, dislikes and needs.
If we had gone home after touring the camp, I think we would have been OK. We didn’t. We stopped to buy Easter dresses, then went for ice cream. I will leave the rest to your imagination.
I complained to the shrink that Geodon was holding GB in during the day, but by 5 o’clock she was really struggling. He added another 20 mg of Geodon at four o’clock. Things are better. I still can’t wait for the new shrink in March so we can try the next generation of Risperdal.
A boy from GB’s class called yesterday and invited her over for a play date today. He lives one block from the school and his mother will meet them at school and walk them to his house. It has been months since I let her go on a play date and she is equally excited about having a friend and spending an hour and a half after school without Hope. Our world is pretty small at this point.
I am pleased she is so excited and proud of myself for agreeing to it. I tend to err to the side of keeping the world small for them, so they can manage, but sometimes you have to let them enlarge their world a little bit to see if they are ready for it. It is such a balancing act.