Well.. this was the day I have been waiting for. Got Lylah up, bathed and dressed (without any major issues-thank the great havens). Then out the door we went to the “talking doctor”- Lylah has been around doctors A LOT starting from when she was 3 months old and she knows the different types of doctors and she started freaking out she was going to need shots or they were going to stick things in here ear, so I reassured her that this was only a doctor we were going to sit and talk with.
We were there for about two hours, lots of questions, seeing how much Lylah would talk to the doctor, which she played shy. Towards the end Lylah was able to show a little of her true self- I was trying to talk to the doctor and answer his questions and Lylah was laying on my lap or sitting on my lap, putting her face in mine, poking me, tapping me on the head with the pen, talking non stop to no one really, laying upside down on the couch (which was embarrassing but now that I know WHY she does all of these things, it all makes much more sense)… and then the doctor said the magic words. Lylah has sensory processing disorder with a mix of anxiety. Hopefully with time she will grow out of the anxiety! He doesn’t feel she is on the autism spectrum at this time, we will assess again later, he wants to see how she develops socially when she gets older. *insert sighs of relief* Now we can get her started in play therapy and anything else that may help. I am also looking into a weighted blanket to help her sleeping at night – possibly in her own bed, all night, please and thank you!!! This Momma would LOVE to have her bed back!
After all that was done- we went on with our regular Christmas Eve traditions. We baked cookies.. had lunch.. girls got to open their gifts from family members who mail them to us. And then we went to church- which was wonderful as always.


They got to go on stage to have story time with Pastor Sam. And all while Lylah was slouching in her seat, laying down in her seat, standing in the aisle trying to twirl, turning around to stare at the person sitting behind her- I was embarrassed, but I was able to smile and calmly remind her how we sit properly instead of freaking out. Because now I understand, she simply cannot help herself. All I can do is stay calm and remind her how we are supposed to sit, I cannot force her to do so-this will start a fit, which I am sure people will appreciate a lot less than my fidgety child.
We then went home and our elf on the shelf left her farewell letter with our Christmas jammies which we immediately put on, watched reindeercam to see Santa take off.. left santa his milk and cookies

and off to bed we went… to await Santa’s arrival aka Mommy had to wrap everything and put it under the tree lol







