Yesterday I took Kizzy in to be evalutated through our school district. I'm not sure how it works in Utah, but here in Minnesota evey child has to have an evaluation before entering kindergarten. They check for vision, hearing, fine and gross motor skills, speech, behavioral and developemental progress. They had some sort of scoring process where the minimum they look for at her age is 18 - average is 21 - and perfect is 26. Our girl scored a 23. They things that she didn't score on were kind of funny to me. One was jumping on one foot 5 times in a row. She jumped 2 times. Then I was told that they don't have 3 year olds do that part of the assesment. Considering she was still 3 only a matter of weeks ago, its not a big deal. Another part was absolutely hilarious. This is what I heard.
The Lady: Tell me about this button.
Kizzy: Oh! Those go on shirts. And you put em through the hole and it holds your shirt together!
L: Anything else?
K: Nope.
L: Well, what color is it?
K: Blue.
L: Tell me about this truck.
K: It goes super fast and races. It goes on a green light and stops on a red light.
L: Anything else?
K: Nope
L: What color is it?
K: oh, it's yellow.
Apparently they were looking for descriptions such as the colors and shapes of the objects. Kizzy easily knew the color and shapes and thought they were asking for the function of the item.
Another went like this
L:Brother is a boy and sister is a....
K: Girl
L: an elephant is big and a mouse is....
K: little
L: a bird flies and a fish....
K: jumps up out of the water and then splashes back down.
Many of you know I've been concerned about Kizzy's speech for a few years now. Their assesment of her speech was that she should be evaluated further. They gave me a chart that showed different consenant sounds and at what ages children can correctly pronounce them the more difficult r and s sounds and combination sounds that aren't expected until closer to ages 6 and 7 she has a hard time with. But the red flag for her was that out of the sounds that up to 90% of children can correctly pronounce by turning age 4, she's in the 10% that cannot. So it looks like we'll be taking her into a speech therapist for further evaluation.
She's in the 10th percentile in height and weight. She's slowly beginning to try new foods and we've been able to get her to start taking "no thank you" bites. She's learning her alphabet and doing really well with letter recognition and doing better with what sounds letters make. During family home evenings if we ask her what we talked about she can give us a recap on the subject. Her praying is becoming more personal and elaborate. She's begun saying things such as giving thanks for healthy bodies and specific activities, both those in the past and things she's looking forward to.
At the evaluation I was asked to fill out a form asking behavioral questions and it made me realize that although she's still my fiesty one, her melt downs and temper tantrums have (almost) disappeared. I was asked to state what some of my favorite things about her are and I absolutely love how friendly she is, how caring she is for other's wellbeing and also how imaginative she is.
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Karter's Blessing
On August 5th we had Karter recieve a name and a blessing. Prior to his birth we had not talked about when we wanted to do his blessing. But the Thursday before that Sunday it was brought to our attention that every single one of Kyle's siblings were going to be in town at the same time. (This is an extremely rare occurance) So Kyle jumped on it and called his brothers and set it all up.
Karter Gideon Clarence Holker was blessed with strength and wisdom. The ability to live up to God's expectations for him. He was sent to this earth and this family at this time for a specific reason.
In his circle: Kyle, Grandpa Holker, Uncles Kent, Kory, Kody, Kurt. Ken Rassmussen, Kent Lefevre, Ivan Leishman, and Doug Timothy. Kyle likes to acknowledge that there were 2 Kens and 2 Kents in attendance.
Karter Gideon Clarence Holker was blessed with strength and wisdom. The ability to live up to God's expectations for him. He was sent to this earth and this family at this time for a specific reason.
In his circle: Kyle, Grandpa Holker, Uncles Kent, Kory, Kody, Kurt. Ken Rassmussen, Kent Lefevre, Ivan Leishman, and Doug Timothy. Kyle likes to acknowledge that there were 2 Kens and 2 Kents in attendance.
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Karter's Birth Story
On the morning of the 19th I went into my midwife to have my membranes stripped for the 4th time in a little over 2 weeks. My midwife told me her guess for me was Saturday the 21st. Being already 6 days past my due date, it was alittle disheartening to think about facing 2 more days. I went home and resumed my normal routines. About 2:45 in the afternoon I had a contraction. it was no biggie. it didn't hurt very much and I'd already experienced literally hundreds just like it in the past 5 weeks. Shortly after that Kyle took the kids to run some errands while I retreated to my bed to feel crummy and sorry for myself that I was still pregnant.
Over the next hour I experienced enough contractions that I thought I should start paying attention. My contractions were very sporadic and not at all regular. About 4:45 I thought I should call my midwife and just give her a heads up that I was having the contractions and see what she thought. I figured I'd wait for Kyle to get home to call, I expected him around 5:00. Well, as how all things go, Kyle wasn't home until after 5:30 and I wasn't able to reach my midwife until 6:00. We chatted. My contractions were still any where from 2 minutes apart up to 7 minutes. I could still walk, talk and breathe through them. It was decided that I should eat some dinner, take a shower, and she would call me back after an hour and we would go from there.
She called back at 7:00 on the nose, right as we were starting our family prayer and scriptures. At that point I was pretty sure the baby was coming, but was sure I still had several hours. until 10:00 at least. I saw no reason to not put my kids to bed first and then head into the hospital. My midwife agreed to call back in a half hour. Kyle was looking at me like I was crazy. He wasn't sure why I was waiting. I was still convinced we had plenty of time. I told him if he felt so urgent he could give his mom the heads up and throw the bag in the car while I continued the bedtime routine.
When my midwife called back she asked, "so, what are you thinking?" I told her we were going to leave for the hospital. Glancing at the clock 7:34, we would be leaving in the next 10 minutes for sure. I hung up with her and called my mom to tell her we would be leaving for the hospital. For some reason I started crying while talking to her, not sure why but it was very emotional. As I hung up with her the clocked switched from 7:36 to 7:37. I went and kissed my kids good night, and headed out the door. When I reached the car a contraction hit me so hard I had to lean on the door frame and was physically unable to get in the car. After waiting a moment for it to pass I climbed on in and we backed out of the drive way. It was 7:46. It took about 3 minutes to get out of the neighborhood and to the freeway entrance. In that time I had 3 contractions. Kyle pointed out that they were every minute. I continued to have a contraction about every minute for the rest of the drive. It's about a 20 minute drive with no traffic. Kyle drove 90 the whole way with moderate traffic and made it in 15. I spent those 15 minutes resisting the urge to push and yelling at Kyle to make the pain stop, insisting that I couldn't do it and I needed an epidural. We pull up at the hospital at 8:03. I stumble out of the car while Kyle went to park the car. I somehow made it inside where a security officer kindly helps me into a wheel chair and begins wheeling me up to the 6th floor.
I begin having a very surreal experience where I'm feeling hyper aware of my surroundings but I feel like I'm viewing it on TV or even as if I were reading my thoughts out of a novel, not experiencing them for myself. I watch the security officer hold the elevator door for a man and his son. Silently I'm cursing this kind man who is helping me so much, for helping other people. I watch the man look at me as he pushes the number 2 button. What are you doing? I'm screaming n the inside, I don't have time for this! I'm very aware of the boy who can't be more than 8 staring at me with huge eyes. They exit and we make it to the 6th floor. The security guard wheels me into admission and takes off. I can't help it but I'm yelling at the staff. I'm telling them that I need an epidural right away. I don't have time to be in here. They don't understand, I don't have any time!!!!!! They ascertain that I am indeed Kari Holker and tell me kindly that they are taking me into the triage area and I begin to flip out on them. I don't have time for triage, I need an epidural right away. They convince me to stand up and help me out of my clothes. They get me on a gurney and a nurse says, "She has a lip and her water is bulging!" All of a sudden it went from 2 nurses in the room to at least 7. Immediately the gurney starts moving and I hear Kyle's voice. Finally he's here!
I'm in the delivery room and in less than a minute my midwife walks in. She comes and sits at my feet, she's able to get my attention and she tells me, " your baby is coming". I hear a nurse say, " get the camera daddy". Kyle turns to get our camera out of our bag. My brain stopped working and my body took over. I pushed. Kyle turned back towards me and sees Karter's head. I push again and his torso is out. I'm being coaxed to reach down and catch my baby, I tell them to just pull him out. I push one more time and he's out and in my arms. 3 pushes, 1.5 minutes, I'm still on the gurney and the time is 8:14. Crazy. It seems like something you'd see in a sitcom. It's now 6 days later and I'm still not quite sure that it really happened to me. But he's here! He's perfect and healthy and adorable. His older sister loves taking care of him. She's very hands on from picking out his clothes to helping change diapers to turning on a musical toy for him when he starts crying. Big Brother Kendal has adapted very well to the baby. He's not as hands on, but you can tell he takes his role as big brother and protector very seriously. His interpretation of helping "his baby" when Karter cries is to throw a blanket on his head.
Over the next hour I experienced enough contractions that I thought I should start paying attention. My contractions were very sporadic and not at all regular. About 4:45 I thought I should call my midwife and just give her a heads up that I was having the contractions and see what she thought. I figured I'd wait for Kyle to get home to call, I expected him around 5:00. Well, as how all things go, Kyle wasn't home until after 5:30 and I wasn't able to reach my midwife until 6:00. We chatted. My contractions were still any where from 2 minutes apart up to 7 minutes. I could still walk, talk and breathe through them. It was decided that I should eat some dinner, take a shower, and she would call me back after an hour and we would go from there.
She called back at 7:00 on the nose, right as we were starting our family prayer and scriptures. At that point I was pretty sure the baby was coming, but was sure I still had several hours. until 10:00 at least. I saw no reason to not put my kids to bed first and then head into the hospital. My midwife agreed to call back in a half hour. Kyle was looking at me like I was crazy. He wasn't sure why I was waiting. I was still convinced we had plenty of time. I told him if he felt so urgent he could give his mom the heads up and throw the bag in the car while I continued the bedtime routine.
When my midwife called back she asked, "so, what are you thinking?" I told her we were going to leave for the hospital. Glancing at the clock 7:34, we would be leaving in the next 10 minutes for sure. I hung up with her and called my mom to tell her we would be leaving for the hospital. For some reason I started crying while talking to her, not sure why but it was very emotional. As I hung up with her the clocked switched from 7:36 to 7:37. I went and kissed my kids good night, and headed out the door. When I reached the car a contraction hit me so hard I had to lean on the door frame and was physically unable to get in the car. After waiting a moment for it to pass I climbed on in and we backed out of the drive way. It was 7:46. It took about 3 minutes to get out of the neighborhood and to the freeway entrance. In that time I had 3 contractions. Kyle pointed out that they were every minute. I continued to have a contraction about every minute for the rest of the drive. It's about a 20 minute drive with no traffic. Kyle drove 90 the whole way with moderate traffic and made it in 15. I spent those 15 minutes resisting the urge to push and yelling at Kyle to make the pain stop, insisting that I couldn't do it and I needed an epidural. We pull up at the hospital at 8:03. I stumble out of the car while Kyle went to park the car. I somehow made it inside where a security officer kindly helps me into a wheel chair and begins wheeling me up to the 6th floor.
I begin having a very surreal experience where I'm feeling hyper aware of my surroundings but I feel like I'm viewing it on TV or even as if I were reading my thoughts out of a novel, not experiencing them for myself. I watch the security officer hold the elevator door for a man and his son. Silently I'm cursing this kind man who is helping me so much, for helping other people. I watch the man look at me as he pushes the number 2 button. What are you doing? I'm screaming n the inside, I don't have time for this! I'm very aware of the boy who can't be more than 8 staring at me with huge eyes. They exit and we make it to the 6th floor. The security guard wheels me into admission and takes off. I can't help it but I'm yelling at the staff. I'm telling them that I need an epidural right away. I don't have time to be in here. They don't understand, I don't have any time!!!!!! They ascertain that I am indeed Kari Holker and tell me kindly that they are taking me into the triage area and I begin to flip out on them. I don't have time for triage, I need an epidural right away. They convince me to stand up and help me out of my clothes. They get me on a gurney and a nurse says, "She has a lip and her water is bulging!" All of a sudden it went from 2 nurses in the room to at least 7. Immediately the gurney starts moving and I hear Kyle's voice. Finally he's here!
I'm in the delivery room and in less than a minute my midwife walks in. She comes and sits at my feet, she's able to get my attention and she tells me, " your baby is coming". I hear a nurse say, " get the camera daddy". Kyle turns to get our camera out of our bag. My brain stopped working and my body took over. I pushed. Kyle turned back towards me and sees Karter's head. I push again and his torso is out. I'm being coaxed to reach down and catch my baby, I tell them to just pull him out. I push one more time and he's out and in my arms. 3 pushes, 1.5 minutes, I'm still on the gurney and the time is 8:14. Crazy. It seems like something you'd see in a sitcom. It's now 6 days later and I'm still not quite sure that it really happened to me. But he's here! He's perfect and healthy and adorable. His older sister loves taking care of him. She's very hands on from picking out his clothes to helping change diapers to turning on a musical toy for him when he starts crying. Big Brother Kendal has adapted very well to the baby. He's not as hands on, but you can tell he takes his role as big brother and protector very seriously. His interpretation of helping "his baby" when Karter cries is to throw a blanket on his head.
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Kids say the darndest things
I had an interesting conversation with Kizzy this morning. It went something like this.
Kizzy (having stripped down to her undies): I'm a rock star!
Me: you're a rock star? Well, rock stars wear clothes.
Kizzy: No, Mom. Rock stars are 'makin' (Kizzy speak for naked).
Where she came up with this I have no idea.
Kizzy (having stripped down to her undies): I'm a rock star!
Me: you're a rock star? Well, rock stars wear clothes.
Kizzy: No, Mom. Rock stars are 'makin' (Kizzy speak for naked).
Where she came up with this I have no idea.
Monday, May 21, 2012
Pre-School Graduation
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Bullies
I hate confrontation. I mean really really detest being involved in it. Therefore, over the last few years as I have had to deal with a person on a regular basis who has a tendancy to be a bully to all those around them, I have just bit my tongue and and then done my best to avoid them. For the most part. I have once or twice spoken up. And this person, in true "I'm entitled to everything" form has ignored my protests and continued with the offensive behavior. Today they went a little too far and I snapped. I called this person a not very nice name in my response. I know I shouldn't have.
However, why should I just endure being bullied? Shouldn't I speak up? And when my original defenses get ignored, should I come on stronger?
What would you do? (Please keep in mind, this person not only treats myself inappropriately, but also my children.)
However, why should I just endure being bullied? Shouldn't I speak up? And when my original defenses get ignored, should I come on stronger?
What would you do? (Please keep in mind, this person not only treats myself inappropriately, but also my children.)
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