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  • Wednesday, October 31, 2007

    You're Not Going To Believe This...

    Livie can blow her nose. I mean, she really can blow her nose. And thank goodness for that because she's a boogery mess with this nasty cold.

    Have you ever heard of an 18-month-old being able to blow her own nose? On command? Or even on her own because she knows she needs to?

    This is absolutely amazing! And she's so proud of herself, too! Now she needs to teach Jack how to do it, too.

    Tuesday, October 30, 2007

    Go On, Laugh Your Ass Off...

    I can't take credit for doing this. I found this picture on a different blog, but I can't remember whose. All I know is that it's one of the more clever carvings I've ever seen.

    Monday, October 29, 2007

    My Coping Skills...

    Um, yeah...that pretty much sums it up around here lately. Heh.

    Sunday, October 28, 2007

    I Spoke Too Soon...

    The Sick has thoroughly invaded my house. I thought Livie and I could escape it, but sadly, Livie is a mess. This is only her second cold ever, so she's really pissed about it. There's nothing worse than crabby, boogery, clingy children. Jack's doing a little better, but he's somewhat "off," like the rest of us.

    I, too, seem to be fighting it. I'm not as bad as the Hubby, Jack, and Livie, but it's only a matter of time.

    Yeesh. Halloween's going to be really fun this year, if we get to go out. Is there any voodoo I can do to get this demon out of my home?

    Saturday, October 27, 2007

    Fun Times...

    The past few days have been fun. Jack cut a molar (the first of his second year molars) and he has a nasty cold. Hubby has the same cold Jack does.

    Thursday night, we barely slept. If Jack wasn't sleeping, he was screaming. He was up every hour, screaming at the top of his lungs. It was awful. He wouldn't let me check today, but I have a feeling another molar popped through. If not, I'm sure you'll hear him when it does. He also won't eat much because I'm sure it hurts. So, he hurts, he's hungry, and he can't breathe. WTF? Have I told you how much I hate molars?

    The good thing...Livie slept through all of it. She's the only one who did; even the dog was up. That girl can sleep through anything. And let me tell you, I'm sure Jack worried the neighbors. There's nothing easy about cutting molars. Just ask Jack.

    It's not enough that he's teething; he's got to get stuck with a nasty cold on top of it. The poor kid can't breathe. We rub him with Vaporub and do you know what he says? He says, "Now you can breathe." It's the saddest thing I've ever heard.

    Hopefully, The Sick will leave our house as quickly as it came. Keep your fingers crossed that it stays away from Livie and me. Odds are not in our favor. I think Livie is getting it anyway. She's very punky and boogery now, she's probably already well on her way. And if you know anything about Jack, you know that he teethes in clusters. He doesn't get one tooth at a time; he gets eight all at once. Getting four molars at once is going to feel like having thirty-two pulled all at once for him. My heart goes out to him.

    Who needs a vacation when you're having this much fun?

    Friday, October 26, 2007

    Not In My Cart...

    The other day, I went to this site and sent a letter to my Senator about the lead in toys and what we need to do about it. I urge you to do this, too. I actually got a reply about it, surprisingly. This is what I received back:

    Dear Amy:

    Thank you for contacting me regarding safety concerns with products from China. I agree with you that it is necessary that we safeguard our children from harmful products, and the American people in general feel safe with the products that they and their families consume everyday.

    In light of the recent recalls of lead-contaminated toys manufactured in China, it is incumbent upon our government and our businesses to do everything possible to protect our children from dangerous products. Lead is a highly toxic substance that can produce a range of health problems in young children including IQ deficiencies, reading and learning disabilities, reduced attention spans, hyperactivity, and damage to the kidneys, brain and bone marrow.

    On August 14, 2007, I wrote to the U.S. Trade Representative urging immediate action to rid the marketplace of toys containing lead paint. On August 9, 2007, I called on the Toy Industry Association to provide insight as to how American companies are attempting to regulate foreign supply chains. And in July 2007, I called on the Senate Commerce Committee to pass his Lead Free Toys Act of 2007 (S. 1306), which would protect our children from products containing lead. I originally introduced this legislation in November 2005. I am pleased that Congress is continuing to hold hearings and investigate this important issue.

    In my view, the White House can and should take immediate action as well. For this reason, I also wrote President Bush, urging him to do everything possible to protect our children from toys contaminated with lead. In the letter, I called on the President to immediately nominate a chairman to the Consumer Product Safety Commission (CPSC) who will be a forceful advocate for the interests of American parents. Since July 2006, the CPSC has been operating without a full set of commissioners, preventing the remaining two commissioners from voting on civil penalties or taking regulatory action. I also requested that the President support a funding increase for the CPSC to protect America's children from lead contaminated toys.

    It is important that the American people trust that the products they are purchasing have undergone a thorough inspection and are safe to use. We need to ensure that their trust is not misplaced.

    Thank you again for contacting me. Please keep in touch.


    Barack Obama
    United States Senator

    Thursday, October 25, 2007

    Knowledge Is Power...

    I set up the appointment for Jack to be tested for autism. It will be a two-hour test that is given by a panel of experts we've never met (a pediatrician, a child psychologist, an occupational therapist, a speech therapist, and a developmental therapist). I'll have an answer that day before I leave. It will happen at 9am on Friday, December 14th. Yeah, not soon enough and just in time for Christmas.

    Just hearing the word, "autism," come out of my mouth when the coordinator asked why I wanted a medical diagnostic done on him made me shiver. I honestly couldn't believe I was going through with it and a part of me felt very sad that I even had to make that call. I decided not to have a pediatric neurologist there because I wanted to see what these people would say first. If I need the pediatric neurologist, I'll go that route then. For now, let's just see what happens.

    None of his current therapists (OT, ST, & DT) think he's autistic; they're confident about him having mild sensory processing disorder, but not autism. The test is more for my own peace of mind than anything else. I would never be able to forgive myself if I didn't get this done and autism was the case. I owe it to Jack to do what I can to make sure he's on track and stays that way. What mother wouldn't do that for her child? He no longer has a speech delay and has caught up rather quickly in just a few months. The focus is more on his articulation and volume (he's somewhat soft-spoken). Cognitively, he's where he should be and also beyond. Socially, he's a ham. He does have his sensory issues, though. And I want to make sure it's nothing more than that. Whatever the outcome is, I'm ready.

    One way or another, though, I'm going to find out something and I'll take it from there. Knowledge is power.

    Wednesday, October 24, 2007

    A Great Big Package!...

    A really HUGE package arrived yesterday for Jack and Liv! It was full of lots and lots of clothes! From Old Navy! Many colors! Many cute outfits! Even a winter coat for Livie!

    It was all from My Sister a.k.a. Ciocia Sue!* Can you tell I'm excited about this?! Every sentence in this post has ended with an exclamation point!

    We're so thrilled! I can't wait to play Fashion Show! AAAAAHHHHH!

    *For those of you who aren't Polish, the word "Ciocia" means "Aunt!" It's pronounced CHUH-chuh! My nieces and nephews call me a variation of that word; they call me "Ciocie;" and that is pronounced CHUH-chee! learned something new today!

    Tuesday, October 23, 2007


    I have a couple of stacks of books I have to "fix." Jack and Liv absolutely destroy their books. If a book is not going into their mouths, its pages are being torn out randomly, or the bindings are coming undone. You see, my children love to read. They really know how to devour their books (literally!).

    I keep seeing one particular shelf of books significantly decrease in number. That means that I better get to fixin' these damned books! Otherwise, my stack of "needs repairs" is going to become larger than the "not damaged yet" shelf.

    Just call my office, "Mom's Media Center." Yeesh.

    Monday, October 22, 2007

    Birds Of A Feather...

    This is a picture of my brother and Liv taking a snooze together. They sat down to watch a little Noggin and both wound up falling asleep! It was precious! My brother has the arm cover of the couch over his face to block out the sunlight. And Livie has her Elmo and Lambie to keep her company.
    Let's just say that they are extremely comfortable with each other. It was a beautiful moment I was able to capture on film. Can you feel the love?

    Sunday, October 21, 2007


    Not too long ago, I bought Eric Carle's Animal Flash Cards at my favorite bookstore. They're thick, colorful, big, and each one has an animal that starts with each letter of the alphabet. Flip them over and each card has the letter of the alphabet written in upper and lower case form. It's a great addition to the collection of learning tools I already have for my kids.

    Jack knows all the letters and all the animals on each card, even the narwhal and the urchin. He said the cutest thing the other day when we got to the letter Q. I asked him what letter it was and he identified it correctly. When I flipped the card over to have him identify the animal, he told me it was a pretzel.

    The animal on that card is a quetzal. And "pretzel" was the cutest thing for him to say. After all, it does kind of sound like "pretzel." Could he be any more precious?

    Oh, to be two-and-a-half again...

    Saturday, October 20, 2007

    Honing My Listening Skills...

    I received this in my email today from a friend and thought it was perfect. You see, today was a "Professional Development Day" for us teachers at my school. As usual, I sat in meetings all day. My morning was shot to shit because the presenter was so awful. In just the span of fifteen minutes, I counted (and I really did do this) 27 "ya knows," 17 "okays," and 7 "ums." Yes, I was tallying these as she was talking at us. I didn't even bother adding up the "likes."
    Needless to say, my life was shortened by six hours today. I could just spit.
    So, what did I learn from this? I learned that I'm a great listener.

    Friday, October 19, 2007


    I've always been intrigued by natural disasters and occurrences. I don't know why. I'm just drawn toward them. While I don't like the destruction they are capable of, I am in awe of such events. Hurricanes, tornadoes, earthquakes, volcanoes, and blizzards all make me see just how small the human race really is. It's all quite humbling, if you ask me.

    Chicago was under a tornado warning yesterday evening. The jet stream was directly passing over Chicago, too, which is rare. I swear the clouds were moving faster than I've ever seen them move. We were supposed to get severe hail and thunderstorms and where I live on the northwest side, we got nothing. It was so odd being in my backyard and looking up at the sky. To my left (east), it was nearly black with very ominous skies, with low, dark gray clouds with patches of red. To my right (west), it was completely clear. I could literally see a line that separated the two sides. It was very eerie.

    The storms literally passed over my home, missing us completely. The lakefront, however, received quarter-sized hail. And it looked like the storms straight east from here were pretty bad. My home, however, received nothing but a star-filled sky.

    Nature humbles me. It makes me think twice about how little I have to do with it. Mother Nature really is the mother of us all.

    Thursday, October 18, 2007

    The Entertainment Capital of the World...

    My Mom and my niece Blondie are going to Las Vegas today. It's Blondie's first time there and today also happens to be her 24th birthday! She's going to be so amazed at all the lights at night and the noise of the slot machines. It's going to be fantastic!
    I've been there many, many times, most of them with my Mom, prior to having the babies. One day I will visit there again. I've got a thing for Vegas and I think it likes me, too.
    Happy Birthday, Blondie! I hope you win big!

    Wednesday, October 17, 2007

    It Can't Hurt...

    So, I've gone ahead and called Jack's EI coordinator. I left her a message to go ahead and set up a medical diagnostic for him, so I can rule out/in autism. When she'll actually get back to me is anyone's guess. We already know he has Sensory Processing Disorder; now I want to know if there's anything else that may have been missed.

    If the tests are covered by the state before he turns three, why not take advantage of all the resources I have? I can have peace of mind in knowing exactly how I can help my son, no matter what the result is.

    And that is what's most important.

    Tuesday, October 16, 2007

    Look Into My Eye...

    At some point in our lives, I'm sure everyone feels like they're looking up into the eye of a hurricane. Peace sometimes tends to be momentary, surrounded by a swirling mass of "what-the-fuck."

    Monday, October 15, 2007

    It's Not Just For Kids...

    Just when you thought that you were worry-free, I can give you one more thing to worry about. Yes, ladies, there's lead in lipstick.

    I use ChapStick and haven't worn lipstick in several years, but if I were to go out and buy lipstick, I wouldn't even know which one to buy.

    Lead. It's everywhere.

    Sunday, October 14, 2007


    This month is many things. October is...

    *National Breast Cancer Awareness Month
    *Autism Awareness Month
    *Celiac Awareness Month
    *Domestic Violence Awareness Month
    *Energy Awareness Month
    *National Disability Awareness Month
    *Workplace Politics Awareness Month
    *Health Literacy Month
    *Rett Syndrome Awareness Month
    *Eye Health Month
    *National Brain Injury Awareness Month
    *National Down Syndrome Awareness Month
    *National Lupus Awareness Month
    *National Liver Awareness Month

    ...and many more. If you get a chance, read up on these, as they all are important and can touch any of our lives.

    Saturday, October 13, 2007

    Out Of The Mouth Of Jack...

    To Livie, while she was eating a bowl of mashed potatoes: "Aw, Liv. You got it all over your face."

    To a bird that was sitting on top of the street light: "Oh, that bird better not sit on the light. It's not right."

    After giving Livie a kiss good night: "You love her." ("You" meaning Jack.)

    During his bath: "You drank the water and you coughed. You're going to puke." ("You" meaning Jack.)

    When I caught him right before he tried to climb on the kitchen table: "I'm warning you."

    Upon waking up in the middle of the night, terribly congested: "What happened to your nose?" (His nose, not mine.)

    Just before he tried climbing on the dishwasher: "I don't believe it. You better not climb up there."

    After being awake for twelve hours without a nap: "I feel tired today. I need to rest."

    At lunch: "Mmmmm. It's good peanut butter. It makes you strong."

    While looking out the door at the two street lights in the alley: "One light, two lights."

    After reciting the ABC's and numbers 1-12: "You can do it. You're so smart." ("You" meaning Jack.)

    After reviewing his speech "homework" for the third time this week (60 picture verb cards that encourage him to identify the action in each, of which he got all but 4 right): "I'm so proud of you." ("You" meaning Jack.)

    Upon seeing a wet spot on the couch that the dog left after she was done licking her paws: "Look at this mess. We gotta clean it up. We gotta get the dustbuster."

    Laughing and realizing that I've just made a joke: "Are you messing with me? Are you joking around? You're a real joker." (The first one is something he learned from my sister whom he still says has "boing.")

    Watching Hubby (the neat freak in the house) go into the basement: "Papa's going to get the vacuum." (This is a big deal because he's finally saying "vacuum" and not "yeah-yoom.")

    When he's proud and feeling good about himself: "I am the best boy."

    Seeing Livie throw a cyclonic tantrum because I told her "No": "Liv is crying today. We gotta help her."

    ...and my favorite...

    While drying off after his bath: "You got a boo-boo finger." ("You" meaning Jack. He didn't really have a boo-boo; his hands were pruny from being in the water for a while. He thought his hands were covered in owies. Such innocence.)

    Um, yeah. There is no more speech delay, according to his speech therapist. Eight months ago, he didn't talk. Six months ago, he was evaluated by Early Intervention. Four months ago, he finally got the right combination of speech, occupational, and developmental therapists who communicate regularly with each other about his needs and progress. We do our "homework" every single day. Today, he is a completely different boy.

    He's eager to learn; he talks from the time he gets up until the time he goes to sleep; and he's less stressed out because he's unlocked the door to communication. He still has his "off" days, but so do the rest of us. And he handles them much better now. And so do we.

    He'll be three years old in February. He knows his alphabet, numbers 1-12, every color, every shape (even the difference between a hexagon and an octagon or a trapezoid and a parallelogram), and knows the words and melodies to more than a hundred songs.

    Eight months ago, he was nonverbal. Today, he sings along.

    Friday, October 12, 2007

    The Advantages of Breast Milk...

    The student - not necessarily a well-prepared student - sat in his life
    science classroom staring at a question on the final exam paper. The
    question directed: "Give four advantages of breast milk."

    What to write? He sighed, and began to scribble whatever came into his
    head, hoping for the best:

    1. No need to boil.

    2. Cats can't steal it.

    3. Available whenever necessary.

    Um. So far so good - maybe. But the exam demanded a four-part answer.
    Again, what to write? Once more he sighed. He frowned. He scowled. Then
    sighed again. But suddenly, he brightened. He grabbed his pen, and
    triumphantly, he scribbled his definitive answer:

    4. Available in attractive containers.

    Thursday, October 11, 2007

    Gentle Kisses...

    I love when my kids cuddle with me. What mother doesn't love that? Lately, Jack and Liv have been extra snuggly with me and I don't know why. Perhaps they just dig me. Heh.

    Or maybe they know that Mommy's on the edge and a kiss and hug makes everything all better. Gosh, they're smart. One look into their eyes and they seem to silently talk me off the ledge.

    They aren't just snuggly with me; they're snuggly with each other. Jack gave Liv a good night kiss for the first time last night after I asked him if he wanted to. He stood there and thought about it for a few seconds and decided that he wanted to kiss his baby sister. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven when I saw how gentle he was with her. He kissed her forehead and patted the top of her head nicely. She just smiled at him, admiring the big brother she beats up on now.

    It's funny how Motherhood puts things in perspective for me. These days when they are still little are so precious to me. Is it any wonder why I race home from work?

    Cross-posted at Chicago Moms Blog

    Wednesday, October 10, 2007

    Your Thoughts...

    I have an extremely extensive assignment due in about three weeks that I'm tackling. However, I have a dilemma.

    Do I use what I know already and have practiced with my colleagues in the past (with great success)? Or do I venture off and try something new that I've never done before (and would require much more thought to put into practice in the future)?

    With the former, it's an easy "A." With the latter, I'm experimenting with what I know and what I could make happen in the future.

    What would you do? Would you take the road less traveled or would you follow the path you know works?

    Tuesday, October 09, 2007

    Better Safe Than Sorry...

    Livie had her 18-month check-up yesterday. She is wonderfully healthy! She's 23 lbs., 10 oz., is 32 inches tall, and has a head circumference of 18.5 inches. That's my baby! In the last three months, she's gained one pound, 1.5 inches, and a half-inch in head circumference. My baby's a-growin'!

    I did, however, bring up mercury in vaccines at this visit. While I've said in the past that Livie has not been affected by previous shots, I inquired because of Jack, who I believe is sensitive. I simply asked the medical assistant if she knew if any of the vaccines they use contain mercury. She didn't know, but said she'd check. When the doctor came in, I asked him directly. He said that the only vaccine they carry that still contains mercury is the flu vaccine. The rest do not contain mercury.

    I told him, "Yeah...I'm going to be one of those mothers, you know." He didn't seem uncomfortable, but I'm sure he was more than glad to move on to his next patient. I probably asked a bunch of questions he was not exposed to every day. Heh.

    So, it's safe to say that I will no longer be getting the flu vaccine for my babies or myself. It's that simple, really.

    Monday, October 08, 2007


    I can't believe Jack is 32 months old today.

    I can't believe Liv is 18 months old today.

    I can't believe Java is 4 years old today.

    I can't believe I'm going to be 36 years old in January.

    Sometimes I wish I could just slow down the clock. I hate feeling so...mortal.

    Sunday, October 07, 2007

    Daddy's Little Girl...

    Here are three examples that justify why I believe Livie is her Daddy's Little Girl:

    1. The other day, Livie was walking around with her play vacuum cleaner, "cleaning" every single nook on the main floor of our house. She lifted things up to "vacuum" underneath them; she did the ENTIRE main floor. There was not one spot she missed. I found it strange that this little 24-pound delicate toddler would walk around "cleaning" with her vacuum for 45 minutes, working up a sweat. So, I asked Hubby, "By any chance, did you happen to vacuum today?" He told me he did.

    THAT explains her "need" to keep things tidy. She wants to be like her Daddy.

    2. When I came home from work on Friday, Hubby and I were talking and he brought up how sad Livie gets when she doesn't get her way. I swear, anytime you tell that girl "no," she breaks into a sob story with real tears and the poutiest lip you've ever seen. She's only eighteen months old and already she knows how to play the game!

    Hubby looked at me and said, "I just can't take it when she does that. It's heartbreaking. So...I just give her whatever the hell she wants."

    3. Every time Livie looks at Hubby, she has the biggest smile in the world. She charms him; she snuggles with him; she does everything he asks her to do. She lights up when he enters the room and he does, too. While Jack calls Hubby, "Papa," Livie calls him, "Daddy." They have a very special, very tight bond that only a father and daughter can share. It's beautiful.

    Um, yeah. She's Daddy's Little Girl alright.

    Saturday, October 06, 2007

    Ear Candy...

    The other morning, Jack woke up painfully early. It was still pitch dark outside and no one in their right mind was awake yet, except for us. I was pouring my coffee when I heard him yell for me.

    He said, "You gotta see this, Mom!" So, of course, I ran. There he was, standing at the back door, looking out the screen door up at the sky. He said, "The moon! It's up in the sky! It's too high! We can't reach it!"

    Those words were like candy for my ears. So, what do you think I did?

    That's right. I took him outside to look at the moon and the stars. It was chilly out, but it didn't matter. We were a Mama and a Son discovering something he doesn't get to see much. He goes to bed before the stars really come out, so this was a treat for him. We just kept talking and talking about it as I pointed out constellations. He kept telling me when he'd see another star, too. Yeah, we were out there for a while. He even got worried that the moon was going to fall down; I know that because he told me so.

    Those words...the conversation we had about them...the pure joy in his made all the hard work we've done to get him this far with his communication skills well worth it.

    And every time I think about that stolen moment, I beam with pride at just how great my little guy is. It sure puts things in perspective.

    Friday, October 05, 2007

    Why Can't MY Dog Do That?...

    Now THAT'S cute.

    Thursday, October 04, 2007


    ...feels a lot like this picture lately. Too much on my mind; not enough space in my head for it all. Grad school responsibilities, work responsibilities, worries about Jack (which pretty much monopolize 90% of my thoughts each day), allergies that are kicking my ass, both kids are teething, you name's on the list.
    It's safe to say I'm a bit overwhelmed at the moment. I just need to dust myself off and get my bearings back, just like I always do. I wish I wasn't so good at covering it up and making each day look effortless. The facade is what is killing me, really.
    I just want to fall apart, but I don't have time for that. Why does it all have to be so hard at times?

    Wednesday, October 03, 2007

    Mercury Is Not Just A Planet; It's A Poison...

    President Bush is an idiot, but that's not news. This, however, just frosts me. I'm a firm believer in the correlation between the mercury in vaccines and the rate of autism (1 in 150 children with 94 of those being boys). In fact, I'm such a firm believer in it that I don't know if I'll ever have another vaccine put into my children again. I don't often blog about this, but when I read this article, I couldn't help but wonder why he was voted into office. He really is dumber than we think.

    People can say what they want about the mercury in vaccines being "safe." I, on the other hand, truly believe that some children's immune systems are already compromised at birth and can't handle these vaccines like other children can. I have read multiple studies and educated myself on this issue more than I ever thought I would. I know what I believe in my heart is true.

    I believe that Jack is one of those children and Liv is not. I believe that Jack was adversely affected by the MMR shot and we were lucky to pull him through the "window." Yes, there is a "window" of opportunity with autism that you can pull a child out of and I believe we pulled Jack out in time. Some may feel that he was never really autistic to begin with if I was able to pull him out, but that's a firm belief I have. No one else lived with him but us and we saw him stim and space out and a list of other things I could mention, but don't feel the need to prove myself here. Hell, my own pediatrician thought I was autistic because I banged my head for so long. I wasn't or was I?

    I do not feel he is autistic and neither do his therapists. He has a very mild case of Sensory Processing Disorder. And much of his "quirks" are related to the SPD. However, Jack gave me signs after his MMR that told me I needed to act fast or I'd lose him in his own world. With early intervention, we've been able to work night and day with him to help him overcome his issues and/or teach him how to self-regulate. And he's as happy and as normal as can be, give or take a bad day here and there. Aren't we all like that? All I know is that I saw him change the moment he received that MMR shot when he was fifteen months old and we've been battling it ever since. He's made significant progress in the last six months and I hesitate ever subjecting him to mercury, no matter how miniscule, ever again.

    President Bush did not help me with my son and he will not be helping other children by vetoing a bill that would ban mercury in all vaccines. Have you ever compared the current vaccination schedule with one from twenty years ago? Children get four times as many vaccines now as they did then. It's no wonder autism rates have gone sky high. Have you ever looked at Finland's vaccination schedule? They get maybe one-fifth of the vaccines the children in the U.S. get and they're fine.

    You may think I'm full of shit, but I've done my research. I know my facts. And I've read so much it makes my brain hurt from all the things I know now that I never thought I'd ever know.

    If I ever choose to vaccinate my kids again, I'm going to do it on my terms, not the doctor's. I don't believe in consolidating the MMR shots into one; it's just a way for the drug companies to save money on the packaging, when in fact it's too much mercury for any child, let alone any adult, to handle. Thimerosal is the preservative in those vaccines and it consists of 49.6% mercury. It's put in the live virus to kill it so that it's safe to inject into humans. However, the mercury content has neurological effects on people that have compromised immune systems. It's poison. And there's so much information out there about it. I don't have time to link to all of it here because I'd be writing this for days. I know what I know and I respectfully disagree with those in favor of the mercury...except for President Bush. He doesn't know squat.

    "They" say that the mercury is no longer used, but that's a load of crap. There is still a large stockpile of vaccines for children that still have mercury in them because they have to be used up before the non-mercury ones can be administered. Nobody tells you that. Do you know what's been put into your kids? With the rate of autism being so high, it's not just due to the broadening of the definition. It's also a combination of other factors and something has to change soon.

    You know what I'd like to see? I'd like to see a test given at birth that determines whether or not a child's immune system can handle vaccines safely. That's when I'll be happy. Until then, every shot is a risk and I just don't know if I can put my boy through any of those ever again. I'm all for vaccines to keep us all safe from harmful diseases; I just don't want so many given so fast in a child's life. I want less vaccines and I'd like to see them spaced out more. And I'd like children to receive them later in life when their immune systems have time to develop and fight off side effects. For children with compromised immune systems, it won't really matter, I suppose. Heavy metal in the body is just that...heavy metal and it can't be excreted unless it's chelated. And chelation is very dangerous.

    You can't tell me I'm wrong if you've never seen the light in your child's eyes disappear and then reappear because of intense therapy and intervention. You can't tell me I'm wrong if you've never lived with us, wondering if Jack would ever be Jack again. He is and we're lucky. I truly believe that early intervention is critical. I also believe that autism is reversible, although some may disagree with me. And that's okay. I just know what I know, what I've learned from my research, how I feel, what I've seen, and the improvements my son has made in such a short period of time. To each his own, I guess.

    Okay. I'm off my soapbox. I only ask that you educate yourself on this issue and not leave me preachy comments. Nothing will change my mind on this one.

    Tuesday, October 02, 2007

    Daddy Duty...

    This week, Hubby's on vacation, so he'll be watching the kids while I'm at work. He'll be in charge when Jack has his therapies and he'll take the kids to playgroup, like he usually does every Tuesday. I will say, though, the kids really give him a run for his money. They are by no means easy, but they can be a lot of fun. What's real funny is that whenever I'm at work and he's off, the minute I get home, he's out the door "running errands." It appears he needs a break. Heh. The kids run the poor guy into the ground, but he's a real trooper; he's a great father. He does very well with them, as he should; he's their Papa. Duh. I do understand the need to "get away" from time to time.

    However, God forbid I want to go to the bookstore on his day off. Yeesh.

    Men are strange creatures, although they probably say the same about women. It's a good thing women are stronger. Otherwise, there'd be no human race.

    Monday, October 01, 2007

    Two Reasons I'm Addicted To ChapStick...

    I kiss those cheeks a thousand times a day...

    ...and I do the same with these cheeks, too.

    That's why I'm addicted to ChapStick.