The day started with a big fry-up for breakfast, then I went to church while they kept clogging their arteries with more bacon, and then chocolate for 'dessert'. In the afternoon we all went to the park and flew our $5 kite (thanks for that idea Bron). The kids loved it - and we were by far the most popular people at the park...until another family arrived with their own $5 kite!
Here is Em flying the kite...she did really well at it:
The pictures are pretty far away so it is hard to tell what is happening - Emma is the speck on the ground and the kite is the speck in the air. The next one is Audrey 'flying' the kite - ie her holding the string and running in circles while M held the kite in the air and ran after her!
We have discovered the secret to park success with Ashlea - have her asleep in the pram. Today when we got there she was quite unhappy and crying a lot, but then managed to put herself to sleep - I think in the belief that if she wasn't aware of what was going on then maybe it wasn't really happening. When she woke up she was in a better mood thankfully, and we even took her on the swings and the slide - her new word for the day is 'slippery dip'. I am going to look into some of the brushing/sensory therapies though - I am tired of avoiding places that upset her. We are in danger of ending up with a very small world if we keep that up.
This was our 3rd recent trip to the park after my self-imposed exile of the last year. I have noticed that it is now 'obvious' to other people that Ashlea has a disability. In the past I have been able to get away without questions or comments because she just looked like a younger child in a pram, but I guess we have gone past that point now. Any illusion of slipping under the radar is gone. Now people see her and realise she isn't a baby and that 'something' is going on. Not that anyone has asked me any direct questions, its just a subtle change I've noticed. I think Emma has noticed it as well, as she has started 'explaining' Ashlea to people. A lot of people ask if my girls are twins or triplets, and Emma (after asserting strongly 'I am not a twin') has started to say that 'she (Ashlea) has had lots of sickness that's why she doesn't look like her twin'. I'm not sure how I feel about this, but I guess it is a part of our life - people will always ask questions. I guess too that it isn't just other people realising that Ashlea has a disability, Emma is also realising it.