Since this whole autism thing came about I suddenly have this MASSIVE respect for parents of children with special needs. In fact, can we like have a group hug and a little cry?? Ha ha. Seriously though, how do they do it? Silas is high functioning and I’m hanging on by a thread today. How… Continue reading Hugs for You
Can I Have That Spelled Plural Now Please?
My dear Silas now wants everything spelled two ways. I must first spell a word and then I must then spell it again but plural. As annoying as it is to have to constantly be spelling all day long and having to spell everything twice, it’s still kinda neato that he’s trying to figure it… Continue reading Can I Have That Spelled Plural Now Please?
All Ikey
I feel like I’m robbing you of cuteness. Seriously. I must talk more about the Ike-aroni! Poor kiddo is going to feel like the youngest neglected child that no one takes photos of or talks about. He’s talking so much lately. This morning he says “LET GO” when I was trying to attempt a game… Continue reading All Ikey
Hoowah
Is it possible that the fact that I have no idea what I want to do with my life almost makes me enduring? Yes?? Say yes? Maybe? At least say maybe. (ya I stole that from my husband…guess where he uses THOSE lines? (Say yes?? say maybe??) So, what I’m trying to get at…is that… Continue reading Hoowah
Dear Me
I forgot to blog, I was tied up in phone calls, editing photos etc etc etc. I feel so sick to my tummy. I can’t tell if it’s just me being scared or me thinking this Arbonne thing isn’t right for me. I kinda threw myself into it. I believe in Arbonne, I think it’s… Continue reading Dear Me
Funding is…Well…a Joke.
I was sickened the other day when I found out that the 20 grand the government gives me for Silas’ therapy (OT, Speech, ABA) only covers 8-10 hours of ABA a week. My dear little Silas needs 30-40 hours a week…soooooooo liiiikkkeeee 60-70 grand-ish. That’s obviously not covering OT and speech and a DAN dr… Continue reading Funding is…Well…a Joke.
Publish?? Me???
Long long ago this company contacted me about putting a photo of mine and a quote of mine into a book. They’re part of this website called wefeelfine.org and it’s hard to explain so just go there and browse around and see. Recently I heard back from them about it and they told me which… Continue reading Publish?? Me???
The Results Are In…
….and I can’t find any better reason in the world to have a glass of wine at 2 pm today. How come every time someone confirms the autism I get like this? UGH. anyway, I’m about to scan the full report so you can read it if you want to. Those of you that know… Continue reading The Results Are In…
Beeaauutiifuul Day
It’s just been too nice here this winter. The sunniest winter I’ve seen since moving here. I’m so relieved. It’s definitely helped the mood. Recently I realized that I could take the boys for a walk, without any tantrums if I stuck Isaac in the MEC backpack (which, I might add, is the most comfortable… Continue reading Beeaauutiifuul Day
Report is DONE!
Sooooooooo, Silas’ report is all ready. We have an appointment out that way on Friday so I’ll pick it up then. Don’t worry, I’ll write down on here every single thing that the guy wrote so you can see. I’m very excited to see what he said also. Silas is just, oh my goodness, out… Continue reading Report is DONE!
Not Much
Not much to talk about today. We went to the ped to get Ikey’s leaky eye looked at…he refered him to an optomologist that’ll probe his tear duct and hopefully fix the issue. That’s about it. I’m working hard on Arbonne stuff and trying to not be afraid. Read the post below if you haven’t… Continue reading Not Much
My Endeavor
So, a few weeks ago my sister Juliet invited me to this Arbonne detox party. I had no idea what it all was about other than a chance to get out of the house and away from the kiddos. This lady gave us salt scrubs on our hands and set us up with foot soaks… Continue reading My Endeavor
What Our Tantrums Are Like
Oh my, Silas just tantrumed forrrrr….30 minutes. Yup…30. I didn’t sustain any injuries but that’s partly because I locked Isaac and I in the bathroom. Then, dodging Silas, I ran and locked us in Isaac’s bedroom, holding the door closed with my feet so I could safely get clothes on Isaac and get him into… Continue reading What Our Tantrums Are Like
Alright, I Admit, I’m Depressed
Symptoms of depression from Mental Health America Persistent sad, anxious or “empty” mood n Changes in sleep patterns – CHECK very sad and very empty. Sleep is ok Reduced appetite and weight loss, or increased appetite and weight gain – CHECK Loss of pleasure and interest in once-enjoyable activities, including sex- errr CHECK to parts… Continue reading Alright, I Admit, I’m Depressed
The Diagnosis Blues
The love I have for my children is the most vulnerable and scary love in the whole world. You put your heart out as far as it can go, almost naively, without knowing how easily broken it is. I think every mother’s heart gets broken. Some get broken more, some less. This most beautiful… Continue reading The Diagnosis Blues