Sensory Solutions Wiggle Seat Review (Tomoson)

Disclaimer: This post contains Amazon Affiliate Links.

I received the Wiggle Seat Inflatable Sensory Chair Cushion for Kids - Blue, in exchange for honest and unbiased review. I wanted this seat for Kalen, who has sensory processing disorder. Brad could also use it since he has sensory issues. Kalen has used sensory toys in therapy before. This seat was similar to a spiky ball, but with little nubs or raises. There are spikes on one side and little nubs on the other side.

The seat was easy to inflate, but I did not know how to deflate the seat. I searched through other amazon reviews and found out how to deflate it. The seat does come with a pump. To deflate, remove the needle from the pump. Place the needle in the air hole for the seat, and squeeze until happy.

Your child can use the seat by itself or place it in a chair and sit on top of it. I have done both. I even tried using it in Kalen's bean bag chair, but the seat was too big for the chair.

You can purchase the wiggle seat on Amazon, using the link above. The seat comes in blue, black, green, orange, pink, purple, and yellow. The wiggle seat is prime-eligible.

Baby Pinch Chew Choos Silicone Teething Necklace Review (Tomoson)

Disclaimer: This post contains Amazon Affiliate Links.

I received Chew-Choos - 'Cutie Pie' Silicone Teething Necklace - Modern Chic Baby Teether (Turquoise), in exchange for honest review. The necklace is made from silicone and great for teething babies. I also found it was great for kids, with sensory processing disorder. I only had the product for a few days and Kalen has taken an instant liking to it. 

During the first use, it calmed him down for a few minutes, then he went on to sleep. He was cranky at the time and nothing I was doing was calming him down. 

Kalen has been walking around chewing on the necklace since it arrived. I also wear it around my neck (recommended) for those moments where he may need it and not know it yet. 

You can purchase the product on Amazon, using the link above. The product comes in a variety of colors. Chew Choos is also prime-eligible. 

A Sunday in the life of a SPED parent: January, 11, 2015

I wrote this as the conclusion to Never Argue 2014. Please enjoy.

Stacie, Kalen, and Brad

For new readers, Brad, 14, had Autism and ADHD. Kalen, 3, had Autism; Global Developmental Delays; Sensory Processing Disorder, and Static Encephalopathy.

I knew the book had to come to an end, so I can start on Never Argue 2015. Yesterday was a horrible day. I was up all night watching Parenthood. I had taken a nap during the day because of a massive headache. My kids also woke up at various times during the night and finally stayed up for a few hours until the alarm for church went off.

I got up. Got them ready for church but with a lot of problems. Brad wanted to take his bath, immediately after Kalen and I got out. This is a problem because I wait until I get Kalen dressed before I get Brad in the tub. I also wait until I at least have some underwear on and maybe a t-shirt. Bathing Brad will get me soaking wet sometimes. No point in putting on all my clothes, if I still have to bathe him.

I had to quickly dress Kalen and rush into the bathroom to soap Brad down before he got out the tub.

Brad also wanted his tablet. The Samsung was dead. I didn’t have time to deal with charging his device, while trying to get dressed and finish packing their bags. I threw the device on my bed and continued to move around.

Brad had a fit over the tablet. Mama is the bitch but this was Sunday and we are going to church. I gave Brad his pants. He put them on backwards. He gave me a fit when I asked him to change them around. He also didn’t like Kalen being on the Nabi. The Nabi is now Kalen’s and Kalen was dressed.

I passed Brad his shirt, I picked out the night before. He put it on and I noticed some of the buttons was missing. I grabbed another button down shirt and Brad had ripped it in the middle. Nice shirts. Brad destroyed them both. I did not notice any of the defects when I put his clothes out on Saturday.

Then, the drama really started.  I gave Brad his slip on shoes. Brad did not want to put them on. He was having problems with them. Wasted time. He put his jacket on backwards. The church called and said they were a few minutes away. I grabbed my purse. I fixed Brad’s jacket. I told the kids to grab their backpacks, so we can start walking downstairs. Brad went downstairs, while Kalen refused to move. The migraine, I had from the day before, was coming back with a toothache, plus sinuses. I picked up Kalen to move downstairs, when I saw the church van pull off. We got left. I can’t blame the bus driver. I don’t know how many minutes he waited. I blame myself. If I had been better prepared. If I had finished packing their bags; If I had hid the tablets; If I picked Kalen up in the first place, and placed Brad’s favorite laced, tennis shoes, near him. If I had picked out shirts, which wasn’t ripped or torn or had buttons missing. Today was a mommy failure. I broke down. My head hurt. My tooth hurt. The van left us. I crawled back into bed and popped 3 pain pills. Yesterday was not my day. Yesterday was not perfect chaos.

And this ends Never Argue with an Autistic Child and Other Special Tales, 2015 edition. Hopefully 2015 will be better and a lot longer.

Kalen had his first (and hopefully last) seizure this weekend

On Friday, I wrote a book review, called Expecting with Hope, which discussed having a baby after a miscarriage, a loss, or a stillbirth. I discussed how Kalen, aka Midget,  was my miracle baby after two miscarriages.

In ER #kalen #midgetlove #midget #autism #staticencephalopathy #asd #gdd #globaldevelopmentaldisorder #spd #specialneeds #sensoryprocessingdisorder breath holding spell plus first seizure.

A photo posted by Stacie D Wyatt (@sdwyatt1980) on Nov 11, 2014 at 7:26pm PST

Kalen has Autism; Global Development Delays; Sensory Processing Disorder; and Static Encephalopathy (Breath Holding Spells--affects heart and brain).

On Saturday, Brad and Kalen was playing. Brad took a toy or something from Kalen. Midget started crying and went into the silent cries. Usually when he silent cries, I quickly grab him and lay him down. His neurologist, Dr. Diana, said this position will bring him back quick after he passes out. I grabbed Kalen, laid him down. He had his spell, came back to, and immediately went into a full blow seizure. NO NO and NO.

I used to have epilepsy. I had seizures. Brad used to have seizures when he was younger. Now, my baby inherited it from me.

Kalen was turning blue; his eyes was rolling back, and he was foaming at the mouth. My phone was buried in my bed since I carpet cleaned earlier. I knew it was dead. I called out for my mother, since she is a nurse. Kalen was non-responsive for minutes. I thought he had died for a second because I could not hear or feel his heart beat. After losing two babies, I was not/am not ready to lose Kalen or Brad.

I was an emotional, sobbing, wreck.

My niece called 911 and we moved Kalen into his bed.

Kalen became responsive for a minute after the 911 operator said to put a cold towel near him to wipe away foam. My niece decided to wipe his face with a real cold cloth. Kalen popped back up quick and laid back down, still unresponsive.

Kalen was eventually moved to a pallet on the floor downstairs, in the front room, with my niece, while I scrambled, with my mind gone, to pack a small bag with Kalen's shoes, pants, a shirt, my phone, charger, diapers, wipes, purse, insurance cards,  kindle, baby blanket, etc.

This child #kalen #midgetlove #midget

A video posted by Stacie D Wyatt (@sdwyatt1980) on Nov 11, 2014 at 9:03pm PST

The ambulance took us to the hospital. Kalen slept the whole time, until they had to take his blood and run an IV line.


While in the ER, I discovered two new shows on the forgotten channels. Some show with Deion Sanders and his bad kids AND some show with Shanice and Flex and mama daughter drama. Who is Heather Hannah?

Then, the destructor returned. He cried and wanted to be held at first, but then, he wanted to climb the equipment and irritate mama. He also had an MRI. His results came back normal, as usual.

Got discharged. Waited for my mother to come pick us  up. Found out another little girl, who was just discharged had a seizure too.

Hope this was Kalen's first and last seizure.

Have a blessed day

Stacie

Cant no seizure hold me down #midgetlove #midget #kalen

A video posted by Stacie D Wyatt (@sdwyatt1980) on Nov 11, 2014 at 8:53pm PST

He cleaning #midgetlove #midget #kalen

A video posted by Stacie D Wyatt (@sdwyatt1980) on Nov 11, 2014 at 9:21pm PST

Words, I wish my kids did not know (Excerpt from Never Argue 2014)

Words I wish my kids didn't know by +Stacie Wyatt 

I thought of this today, after Kalen said a cuss word: STOP because he climbed on top of my rubbermaids (2 bins high) and I removed him from his tower. Sometimes, my kids say words, which boils my insides. So, here is a collection of words, which irritate me and why.

Stacie, Kalen, and Brad

Brad: Leave me Lone (Alone):I change your diapers. Still have to bathe you because you refuse to use soap. I have to loop your belt and zip your pants. Give you your medicine and deal with your teachers.  I have to patch holes in the walls and replace plastic mattress covers every other month. Wash your sheets and regular mattress covers every other day because you found a way to pee past the covers, both plastic and regular. Therefore, I will not leave you alone, dear boy, I will not leave you alone. Until you start pooping on the potty and smelling Axe Fresh on your own, I will not leave you alone.

Brad: Don’t want that: Dearest child, I do not care if you want this or that. You will take your medications. You will shower. You will eat this dinner, I grudgingly prepared just for you, because you just ate less than an hour ago. You will get on the damn bus. Sometimes, I don’t care what you want, provided it is a necessity.

Brad: Bitch: I am your mother. I wash your smelly butt. Drag you to the doctor. Get up early to put you on the bus. Have to chase you down to put on deodorant and your body spray. I have to watch you take your meds because you will spit them out. I suffer though ARD/IEP meetings, text messages, and phone calls from Spring ISD. I am not your bitch. You will get spanked for calling me or any other woman that.

Brad: Why:  Negro, you have a limited vocabulary and I am not going to waste time, explaining in explicit detail, WHY, only for you to ask me WHY again. WHY? Because I said so. Because you can get hurt. Because you have no other options but to do what I say NOW.

Kalen: Mine: This may or may not belong to you.  This is also a fighting word between you and your cousin, Sariyah. Mine, No Mine, Mine, Mine.  Stacie is just going to take it away and put it up, until yall stop arguing.

Kalen: Ewwwww  and Boobooo: Good words, but this usually means you or your brother done pooped on the floor or smeared poop somewhere. Yay me.

Brad: Stink: Good word but this means, I have to change your filthy diapers because you refuse to poo on the pot. I also can smell what your butt is cooking lol.

Brad: Really: Word, you picked up from the yellow devil his self: Sponge Bob Stupid pants. Really means you are trying to be sarcastic and your mother is one of the reigning queens of sarcasm. Really? Sit your butt down somewhere and learn a different word.

Kalen: NO: Good word, but see STOP. He sometimes says no after he is doing something, he shouldn’t be doing and I have to stop him.

Note: I decided to add this blog post to the book, I'm working on.

Yesterday and today, I sent my children off to school in the rain.

Yesterday, well for the past two days, it has been raining in Houston, Texas. We have been under Flood Watch/Warning for two days as well.

Yesterday, I got up at 6 something, later than normal because Kalen (aka Midget) kicked my phone on the floor. I got him into the bath and dressed quickly, and we headed downstairs to catch the bus. Kalen's bus comes at 7:19 a.m.

Since Kalen is 3, I have to walk him to the bus and pass him on to the bus aide. The bus driver, asked me about why I didn't call my child out of school, like the other parents did?

Because my children do not have a choice in their education. They will get up for school, by me. Take a bath, with assistance, and get on the bus even if I have to drag them to the end of the drive way.

That is how is was when I grew up. I loved going to school. I loved graduating high school. I loved my cap and gown. If you didn't go to school or church, you couldn't go anywhere else. I didn't go anywhere but still just in case, I went to school.

I got myself up. Dressed myself. Woke my mother up so she can get the other two sisters up. Walked to the bus stop. Went to school. Repeated for four years. On the rare occasion, I would walk the hour to school. Took the bus the same distance. The school was 5 minutes by car, so sometimes we got a ride.

If my brats are not sick or do not have a doctor's appointment, they will be at school. A little rain, a thunder storm, or a flood warning isn't going to stop them. The bus comes to their driveway, a bell man helps them with their bags and seats, and the chauffeur drives them off either 5 minutes away for Brad and 15 minutes away for Kalen, all for a free public education. :-). They both get breakfast, with Brad getting lunch, since Kalen goes half a day. I get three hours free each day (in my head of course) because my great-niece and mother still bugs me. I still have to clean and exercise, and eat, I think.

My niece, on the other hand, goes to school when she wants to. She gets her self up for school around 6 a.m. If she goes to school, she leaves the house before I have to wake Kalen and Brad up. If I get up and she still here, she chose not to go to school or hoping someone would give her a ride over 20 minutes away, unless there is traffic. No accountability. Her mother does not wake up early to make sure she goes to school. Her aunt is not getting up an hour early either. Dealing with special needs kids is hard work. Her education. Her pending graduation.

Yesterday, after getting Kalen on the bus, I got Brad bathed and dressed. Got him downstairs. Bus arrived. Looked to the left, looked to the right, my teenager took his backpack back upstairs. Ran back upstairs quickly, got his backpack, dragged him to the bus, and off he went, in the rain.

This morning, there was no rain until two minutes before Kalen's bus arrived. The rain poured down hard. I quickly ran upstairs to get my umbrella and carried Midget to the bus. By the time, Brad's bus arrived, the rain stopped.

Today, I slept for 2 hours, where I had a wonderful dream, I forgot to get Kalen off the bus. .Woke up quick, tossed on a dress, and ran downstairs 10 minutes before Midget's bus arrived at 11:30.

So to conclude, On Rain, On snow, On Sleet, on Hail, if the bus is a-running, to school, my kids are a-going. LOL