Thursday, February 26, 2009

Smell the Spring















I know it is still winter but I can smell the spring coming. The day is lasting a little longer and the sun is warming me up more often. Since the Dutton family loves the outdoors, Wendy and I are ready to take Maya on a few adventures. We have already taken a hike or two. Next on the list is biking the trail (Maya has a trailer), picnics and camping! It’s nice to have so many friends near by with kids Maya’s age and into the same stuff we enjoy. Roman and Jenny Live in B-more but are looking around A-town so that would be perfect. Maya and Preston smell spring in the air as well. Will they be more like bro and sis or little lovebugs? Hard to tell…






Anyways, I know I have been slacking on the blog lately but I have some good footage to upload. We have some great videos of Maya getting into trouble, singing and dancing...so stay tuned!

Monday, February 9, 2009

Fun's the goal for sled-hockey kids

Fun's the goal for sled-hockey kids
(Contact)Sunday, February 1, 2009 Washington Times
Photos by (Katie Falkenberg/The Washington Times)

They love to go fast and bang into the boards just like any ice-hockey player.
Their favorite player? The Capitals' Alex Ovechkin, the No. 1 goal-scorer in the NHL. Duh.
But unlike other hockey players their age — 4 to 15 years old — they don't actually strap skates on their feet or use a stick. In fact, they use two, one for each hand.
That's right. This is not just any ordinary team. This is the D.C. Sled Sharks, a sled-hockey team in Arlington for children with lower-limb paralysis.
Most of them were born with spinal bifida, a congenital condition that results in an incompletely formed spinal cord. This, in turn, often results in decreased mobility in the lower limbs.
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They love to go fast and bang into the boards just like any ice-hockey player. Their favorite player? The Capitals' Alex Ovechkin, the No. 1 goal-scorer in the NHL. Duh. But unlike other hockey players their age 4 to 15 years old they don't actually strap skates on their feet or use a stick. In fact, they use two, one for each hand. That's right. This is not just any ordinary team. This is the D.C. Sled Sharks, a sled-hockey team in Arlington for children with lower-limb paralysis.
Like Sean Thomason, 7, who can't walk without braces. At home, he just crawls and when he plays basketball, he uses a wheelchair. When he plays hockey, he sits in a, well, sled.
"He does a lot of sports, but this is by far his favorite," says his mom, Amy Thomason, while watching her son on the ice from the bleachers at the Kettler Capitals Iceplex in Arlington on a recent Sunday.
"In his mind, he's playing sled hockey for the Capitals when he grows up."
Louie Schaab, 13, also doesn't lack ambition. He wants to be an NHL coach.
"Or a green biologist," says Louie after the one-hour-plus practice. His hair is wet from sweat and effort. He's waiting to be lifted to his wheelchair from his sled, which has a low backrest. Other sleds have taller backrests. Or, as in the case of Nick White, 6, includes a handle in the back that his dad, Lee White, can push while skating behind his son. Nick has Lesch-Nyhan syndrome, caused by a congenital enzyme deficiency. Among the physical effects of the disorder is a lack of mobility.
"The sleds are basically all made to fit the kids," says Joan Joyce, a recreation therapist at the National Rehabilitation Hospital, which helps organize, sponsor and raise funds for the team. Rink time, which normally runs about $450 an hour, is donated by the Capitals. The total cost for participating in the D.C. Sled Sharks to parents so far: $0.
"The parents have enough expenses already. We don't want this to be an extra burden," Ms. Joyce says.
Sled hockey, which was started in Sweden in the early 1960s, became an official Paralympic sport at the 1994 Winter Games in Norway. The sled has a bucket seat and two hockey blades mounted on the frame.
The dual sticks are about 3 feet long and have two metal picks at one end. These are used to help propel the player forward on the ice. The other end of the stick is for hitting the puck.
That's where tailoring to the disability ends.
They use regulation-size nets, pucks and rinks, and coach Brian Dutton believes in tough love and teaching independence as much as possible.
"I don't want to coddle them," he says. "I want them to figure it out on their own as much as possible."
This means giving the children time to try to get up on their own when their sleds tip over. This take a takes a lot of arm and core strength, and patience.
"It's about life skills as much as it's about hockey," says Mr. Dutton, who is not disabled but is an avid hockey player himself with the Goons, a masters league team in Fairfax. Sean's mom couldn't agree more.
"Sometimes, you just have to let them sink or swim," Ms. Thomason says. "We're preparing them for a life of independence."
Sean seems to be adopting that motto already. He's already informed his mother that when she ages, he'll be too busy to stick around and help her.
He says: "I'm going to be busy traveling the world. I won't be able to take care of you."
Well, that might be the appeal for the parents. But for the kids it's about hockey and only about hockey: feeling the cold air on your face, the smoothness of the newly cut ice and scoring goals, goals, goals.
Which Vitaly Ricci, 15, knows all about. He was the team's No. 1 scorer and the player of the month, for which Mr. Dutton awarded him a Capitals practice puck.
"What's not to like?" Vitaly says. "You can go really fast, and you can bang into the boards."
He also likes lifting weights and playing tennis and basketball, which he does using a wheelchair.
His mom, Sandy Ricci, calls him a superb athlete and says, "He's hell on wheels in basketball."
He does this despite having arthrogryposis multiplex congenita, a congenital condition that results in crooked joints and leads to decreased mobility in all limbs. His arms and hands bow inward — as do his legs and feet — as if he had severe arthritis.
On Monday, he will have back surgery to correct scoliosis, but only after he's played a game in Philadelphia on Sunday. He's an athlete with big dreams.
"He's learning Finnish right now," says Ms. Ricci. "Because his dream is to play hockey with a Finnish team when he grows up."

Head coach Brian Dutton teaches independence to the D.C. Sled Sharks, a hockey club for children with lower-limb paralysis. "I don't want to coddle them," he says. "I want them to figure it out on their own as much as possible." (Katie Falkenberg/The Washington Times)

Sled-hockey player Mark Hoppmann, 13, looks at hockey sleds after practice with Joan Joyce, a recreation therapist at the National Rehabilitation Hospital, which helps organize, sponsor and raise funds for the team. “The parents have enough expenses already. We don't want this to be an extra burden,” she says. (Katie Falkenberg/The Washington Times)

Sean takes off his hockey padding after practice. The sled-hockey team uses the same rink as the Washington Capitals; the team donates rink-time costs, which run about $450 an hour. (Katie Falkenberg/The Washington Times)

Parents of children on the D.C. Sled Sharks team help out with gear before a recent practice. Beyond some tailoring of equipment, including dual sticks and bucket seats, the players use regulation-size hockey nets, pucks and rinks. (Katie Falkenberg/The Washington Times)

Sean Thomason, 7, a member of the D.C. Sled Sharks, goes in for a shot last month during practice at the Kettler Capital Iceplex in Arlington. He also plays basketball, in a wheelchair, but hockey is his favorite sport.

Friday, January 23, 2009

Inauguration Party!

It was an exciting time for the Dutton family. We are located minutes away from all the inauguration hoopla and we were invited to a very fancy ball. So, Maya Wendy and I dressed in our Sunday best. Well, not really. We were however going to the Mehnert Inauguration Party a few blocks away. Their daughter is a month or so older than Maya. So, we packed up the family and drove over to the party site. There was food, drink and even a chocolate capital building! Wendy and I were planning to head over to Costco that very morning and buy one to bring to the party but we ran out of time. Good thing too because one chocolate capital is enough to feed a crowd. Anyways, I am on a drinking freeze so Wendy was able to enjoy a few glasses of pundit punch. Maya was showing her support with her "My Mama's for Obama" shirt. It was a hit at the party. I think Maya will enjoy seeing these pictures when she is older. We have a fun family story to tell about this historic moment in our lives.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

First Kiss



























I imagine 2009 will bring us a lot of things. So far it has brought us an emergency room visit for mama on Jan 1st, then a doctor visit on the 5th and then a surgery to finish it off on the 6th. For me it brought the flu on a business trip after a night of boozing with some clients last Monday. Luckily (not so lucky for Bruce) I was sharing a room so I had my ol' pal taking care of me. picking me up off the bathroom floor and 4:00am ginger ale run, thanks buddy. Then the fever hit on the train ride home, ugg. When I slugged through my front door after the night of living hell, 2 presentations, 5 hours on a train and a long drive back through DC during rush hour...I found a note on the kitchen table. I had been banished to the basement to wallow in my sickness. Lucky for me my loving wife prepared the area with chicken soup, vitamin water, Popsicles and a few netflix movies. I spent 2 nights in the hole. No kisses from the wife, no touching of the baby. Anyways, Wendy's story is much crazier than mine but she will have to tell you herself. So, 2009 came at us like a kick in the groin but Maya once again saved the day. Along with her loving smiles and crazy cute giggles, she learned how to crawl! Yes we are mobile. Last weekend, Roman Jenny and Preston came over to celebrate and visit. Maya and P-Sids are the best of buds. I really look forward to watching them grow up together and take care of one another. I plan to have many man to mans with P-Sids. Another funny thing we noticed was Maya's new trick. One evening, Wendy was trying to make Maya do her cute little sniff and the strangest thing happened...


Monday, January 5, 2009

The Washington Times Headlines Maya Dutton



The article below is cut and pasted from the following URL... http://www.washingtontimes.com/news/2008/dec/28/babies-comforted-through-massage/



Barbara L. Salisbury/The Washington Times (Maya's foot, Wendy's hands) Wendy Dutton of Arlington massages her 8-month-old daughter, Maya, earlier this month during an infant massage class at Hela Spa ... Massage therapist Mary Szegda (middle) uses a doll to teach infant massage during a class at Hela Spa in Georgetown. ... Massage therapist Mary Szegda demonstrates infant back massage techniques. (Barbara L. Salisbury/The Washington Times) Sunday, December 28, 2008 Babies comforted through massage Gabriella Boston (Contact) Maya Dutton has that trancelike look in her eyes that only a massage can elicit - utter relaxation. But Maya is not your typical massage client. She's wearing pink bloomers and is only 8 months old. And her masseuse is her own mother, Wendy Dutton. The two are enrolled in an infant massage class at Hela Spa in Georgetown where they're learning to give and receive massage. "It's comforting and restful for both of us. And it allows for focused attention," says Ms. Dutton, adding that infant massage is a nice break from the hustle and bustle of the big city, perfectly illustrated by M Street, the District's premier retail corridor, just outside the spa window. Inside, however, warm natural light dances through the window along with New Age music flowing from hidden speakers. Seated on the floor on a white, fluffy comforter is class instructor Mary Szegda and three mother-infant pairs. "Breathe deeply and place your hand on your baby's tummy," Ms. Szegda says in a calming voice while illustrating on a baby doll. The real babies are lying on their backs, stripped to their diapers and bloomers. As Ms. Szegda shows the mothers how to do the "Indian milking stroke" - moms gently but firmly grab and embrace one ankle and move up baby's leg - it is perfectly quiet, harmonious and peaceful. "It's a kind of hug-and-glide stroke," Ms. Szegda says. And then one of the little ones - ages range from 8 weeks to 8 months; the class is geared toward pre-mobile babies - starts whimpering. The tenuous silence is broken. Ms. Szegda reassures and says babies and mothers are welcome to take a cuddle break whenever it's needed. "One of the most important things we can do in this class is to listen to the baby's cues," Ms. Szegda says. Infant massage is not about replicating adult massage, she says. It's true that it's partly about improving blood circulation and relaxation, which can lead to improved sleep and digestion, but it's primarily about creating a strong bond between child and parent. Suzanne Reese, author of "Baby Massage - Soothing Strokes for Healthy Growth," echoes the sentiment. "The key is that infant massage is baby-led," Ms. Reese says on the phone from San Diego. "It's not a doing 'to' the baby. It's a doing 'with' the baby." In other words, when Maya rolls over or whimpers or protests in some way, her mother has to back off and try another approach. "We have to step out of the task-oriented role that we're so used to," Ms. Reese says. "Let the baby tell you what he or she wants." Throughout the class, Ms. Szegda follows the ebbs and flows of the babies' moods and activity levels. She shows on her doll how different strokes can be done whether the baby is lying down or sitting up. "Just massage in the direction of their body," she says. "Not against their natural inclination." As she moves from massaging baby's legs to massaging baby's back - using two fingers to make little circles on either side of the spine - she says dads can feel free to use this technique on moms. "This feels good on adults, too," she says, seemingly intending the words for Philip Wright, who's watching while wife, Natalya Scimeca, and their 8-week-old son, Simon, participate in the class. Mr. Wright is planning to participate in infant massage classes in the early spring. "It's something I can do with him that's not at 3 a.m.," Mr. Wright says and smiles. After about 60 minutes - although only about 10 minutes have been devoted to actual massage as the babies have been busy nursing, cuddling, sleeping and squirming - the class winds down. But no one's upset that every single second wasn't used to learn massage techniques. On the contrary. "Mary's great about giving guidance while making everyone feel relaxed and comfortable," Ms. Dutton says. "We're all in the same boat, and the last thing we need is to feel stressed out about our baby crying in infant massage class." In the end, comfort is what it's all about. Comfort with oneself and others, Ms. Reese says. If the infant feels that his or her needs - even at a pre-verbal level - are recognized and respected by the parent, it helps build lifelong trust and comfort. "It's basic human virtues in action," Ms. Reese says. "My needs are being recognized. I'm important." For more information, visit www.helaspa.com or call 202/333-4445.