On Tuesday we went on a bug hunt with some of our other Camp Fidgety friends. My friend Jennie started a day camp for special needs kids and their siblings.
Jack and I had a little conversation about that. He asked who the special needs kid in our family is. I told him that Mikey is our “special needs child” and his official diagnosis is Pain in the Butt. But really in all seriousness, Mikey has really been keeping it together MUCH better these days.
First the kids learned about bugs that are safe to touch and bugs that aren’t.
Then they got to play with ladybugs. Mikey thought it was great. Brittany, on the other hand, acted like she was dying. I didn’t have much pity for the dear girl.
And then they got to eat giant ants, which apparently taste kind of like bacon. Kind of reminds me of those Beggin’ Strips dog treats that “taste like bacon.” Pass, thank you very much. But Jackson succomb to peer pressure and tried one. The kid who can barely swallow mashed potatoes ate a giant toasted ant. I think Mikey might have tried it too, but he’s allergic to ants. I’m not really sure what eating one would do to him and I didn’t care to find out.
And then they hunted for various kinds of bugs. Mikey had a good time until he lost his cricket. Then he joined his sister in the drama department while my right eyelid twitched a little.
I didn’t really take any blog appropriate, non-identifying photos of Brittany. Besides, if I had, she would have just been crying or bending over looking at her feet making sure there were no ants or other bugs on them. Now that I know that she’s terrified of bugs, we’ll have to start working to remedy that. (Insert maniacal laughter here.) Bless her little heart.
Brittany tells me this many times a day. She has been taught to love, not by her birth mom and really not by us. She was taught to love by Mimi and Papa, who she spent over a year of her life with. And we’re so thankful that they took her from the little girl she was when she was placed with them and helped her be the affection, loving child that she is today.
She loves to be held and hugged. And when you sit by her, she wants to sit right next to you so that your body touches hers, or better yet, she’d really just like to be up in your lap. She loves to be kissed and carried around. Since she’s one of four kids, I find myself unable to simply sit next to her or carry her around as often as she would like. And she loves to be read to. Again, I wish I had more time. I think I have at least three kids who speak “quality time” as their love language.
And so over spring break I had a special outing with each one of the kids (except for Jade; she doesn’t count). I took Brittany to the local Sea Center and then to eat at Smithart’s. She had a blast and really enjoyed The Sea Center. She’s been back twice since then. Here are a few from her first trip there during spring break. I got some really cute ones that show her face. Someday….
Brittany, my wuff you too, kiddo. And I know that’s only going to grow and grow and grow.
I’ve been meaning to post some of these pictures and I just can’t seem to keep up with stuff. Understandable, I know. Anyway, I took Brittany out a few weeks ago for a little mini photo shoot. She cooperated about as much as you would expect any 2…almost 3 year old to cooperate. And if you know much about me and making my kids take photos, then you’ll know that I usually pay them or bribe them in some way. I paid Brittany 2 jelly beans and some chips for letting me take some pictures of her. I WISH like crazy I could post the ones of her face. I have a password protected gallery up with the rest of this session. If you want the link and password, email me and if you’re not a weirdo, I’ll consider giving it to you. So anyway, here are a few “non-identifiables.” She’s a rascal. You can tell without even seeing her cute little dimpled face.