Name Change

I am changing the direction of this blog hence the name change. Dakota is such a loving, funny, smart, kookie kid and he says and does some of the funniest things, so I thought that I should write about how he sees the world. Mariah takes pictures and videos of him all the time so you will probably be seeing some of those, but mostly stories about things that he says. Some of them are thought provoking and some things are down right hilarious!

The other day I asked Dakota what he wanted Santa to bring him for Christmas.
He said "an Indiana Jones whip".
I said, "ok, what else?"
He said "an elf".
"What kind of elf?" I asked.
He said "one of Santa's elves".
I asked "what for?"
He said "so it can play games with me!".
I wonder how much I could pay a little person to dress up like an elf and come hang out with my kid for a day.
I think this will be the last year for "Santa", because a lot of questions have been asked on a daily basis for the last two weeks or so. I almost told him, but I didn't have the heart to right now before Christmas. When is the right time to tell him? I think he really knows the truth, he's just hanging on to the magic of it all.

My baby is 9 today!!!

Where did the last 9 years go? It seems like yesterday I was bringing him home from the hospital. Dakota was 5 days old when he got to come home. He was born with complications and was in the Special Care Nursery. I know that there are a lot of moms who could not take their babies home for weeks or even months, so I am grateful that he was only there for 5 days, but leaving him there was one of the hardest things that I have ever had to do. Then when he was two months old, he had RSV which is a respiratory virus and he spent 3 days in the hospital then. He was the best baby I could have asked for. I took him to work with me until he was 8 months old. Well, he's made up for all that goodness ever since!! haha, just kidding. He is a pretty good kid, he just has his moments. I guess he's not much worse than the average boy. I remember my brother was awful sometimes. He was wired most of the time and I have always been pretty laid back. Dakota has a lot of the same energy that Joel (my brother) had. So anyway, my baby is 9 today!! He had a good birthday, got a lot of loot. Now I have to try to convince him that it's bed time!
See ya again soon!
~Lorrie

This is just a place for me to write down my thoughts about family, friends, life in general. I am starting today, because today my son was diagnosed as being mentally retarted. My beautiful, smart, funny bubby as I call him. I always knew that Dakota was different, special. I hate that he has to be labeled as anything other than "my bubby", but society does not allow that. I initially started the process of having him evaluated so that the school would have to give him the proper help he needs. Dakota is not like other kids, he is not very social and has some learning problems. He has a speech disability that we have been working on since he was 3 years old. He will be 9 on Monday and I have been fighting the school since he was in first grade to not put him in a regular classs with 24 other kids. I knew that he needed one on one help a long time ago. The school has to go through so much red tape just to test him and even then, the tests are not accurate. Under the school districts guide lines, he did not qualify for "disability" assistance. Finally last year, with our pediatrician's help, he was diagnosed as ADD and he was able to get remedial reading and writing assistance. But I felt like it wasn't enough. He still has social problems and is getting further behind academically. So our quest for the answers began about 3 months ago. Which brings us to today and finally our answer. My son is concidered mentally retarted. I have cried all day. Not for Dakota, because he is the same child he was yesterday. I cry because of the label that has been placed upon this most magnificent creature that I have lived with every single day for almost 9 years. The beautiful child that I carried for 9 (+) months. I cry because I guess that I am selfish and don't want that label for him. But, it is what it is and I should thank God for giving me the most wonderful gift in the world. And that is to even have Dakota in my life at all. When we were in the phsychiatrists office this morning, she was telling me all the things that I will have to think about later in his life and I kept thinking "What do I do today?". "Where do I start?". I can't really think about him maybe never being able to drive a car, go to college, get married. I mean, he's only 9. I know that I should plan for the future, but we are in the here and now. What do I do about that? I have a conference with the teachers and school counselors tomorrow to talk about placing him in a self contained class. I think that he will thrive in the class. He does so much better with just a few kids in a class setting and with more one on one help. I guess that's the first place to start. Then take it one day at a time.