The strangest things happen in our house. In our house we ride skateboards and scooters in the hall. We eat dinner with the ipad. We take numerous baths or showers a day. We play outside in all types of weather. We eat random things. We rarely wear shoes. We climb it, ride it, spin it, jump it.
In our house strangers are invited to jump on the trampoline. We smell them. We often wear the same costume or shirt or item multiple days in a row. We wear helmets of all kinds whenever we please. We dance silly in our underwear and laugh like crazy when we are muddy. We finger paint the drive way and chalk the side of the house. We eat crayons and never save art work.
In our house we jump on and off of beds. We play in forts and eat in the bathtub. We read books about all kinds of subjects. We use big words and never have secrets only surprises. We talk to everyone. Sometimes we scream. We have accidents. We wear eye patches and head phones. We have weighted pads and body bags. We watch tv upside down. We do yoga.
In our house we have a swing in the dining room, a desk in the living room, a fort in the bedroom and a flashlight in the bathroom. We watch the coffee drip while laying on the counter. We draw on the windows or on our arms. We ride down the railing instead of using the stairs. We drink out of the faucet. We throw toilet paper.
In our house it is ok to cry. We take time outs because sometimes we need them. We laugh out loud and never in shame. We ask lots of questions. We eat cold hotdogs and drink warm milk. We bury ourselves completely in sand. We always wear underwear to school.
In our house we have every ride on we can imagine. We have soft blankets and fuzzy bears. We have black out shades. We have swim trunks and snow pants. We eat soup for breakfast and cream of wheat for dinner. We meltdown. We plant things we can eat and play in the dirt. We are never afraid and we never quit. We wear pants with holes in the leg. We paint our fingers and toes bright shiny pink.
In our house we often break things. We snuggle. We run. We feel. We smell and we see. We taste as much as we can. In our house we use all of our senses. We use them every day. All of them. Quick as we can!
In our house we are sensory friendly and know what we know to help us all grow. In our house we have SPD. In our house we are free to just be.
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Why I Do This
I am the mom of a child who is a seeker. He seeks and craves sensations, especially the crashing ones! Sensory Processing Disorder is a part of our journey and lives. It is a daily struggle and joy. I am blessed to be at home with this wild messy loving super smart child. Sensory processing is a journey I am happy to share. Our experiences may make you laugh or cry. The only certainty is that there will be experiences and they will be plentiful! My son is going to weather many days and drag me along with him! Together we will discover what our journey is meant to be.
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