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  • Friday, November 30, 2007

    In My Thoughts...

    I'm thinking good thoughts for you and your family, my friend. I wish there was more I could do from afar. Just know that I care. Hopefully, she is getting the help she truly needs. I'm honestly surprised that more states don't have this statute. Perhaps it can help save her from herself. My heart goes out to you.


    Thursday, November 29, 2007

    Attention, Britney Spears...

    I doubt she reads this anyway, but it's the thought that counts, right?

    I know, I know...I've wasted a post on white trash. Heh.

    Wednesday, November 28, 2007


    Me: Sweetie, you have to take your Magic Shoes off at some point.
    Liv: But, Mama, they're from Ciocia. Can't I sleep with them on?
    Me: Okay, Dear. You're just too cute to say 'no' to.
    Liv: Thanks, Mama.

    Tuesday, November 27, 2007

    Comic Relief...

    Oh, how I love the holidays!

    Monday, November 26, 2007

    It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like...

    So, I put up a bunch of Christmas lights inside the house yesterday. The kids were really good while I was doing it. They were actually very interested in what I was doing. I did some indoor decorating and they seemed to enjoy the atmosphere, even though they don't know what the hell is going on.

    They're also being really good about not touching the lights around the windows. Although, now that I've written that, it's only a matter of time before they tear them all down. Go figure. Maybe they'll surprise me and continue to leave them alone completely. A Mom can dream, can't she?

    We all got to take a nap yesterday, too. While the two kids were napping, I decided it would be good for me to take a snooze, too. So, my big fat dog and I snuggled on the bed until I kicked her off for snoring in my ear. Everyone got rest and it's the perfect way for me to end my Thanksgiving Holiday break.

    I can't believe Christmas is less than a month away. Yeesh.

    Sunday, November 25, 2007

    Go Anyway, Stupid...

    So the lump in my jaw I wrote about yesterday is gone. I woke up and it wasn't there anymore, but the area is still sore. I should probably still go see the dentist, though. Does anyone have any Xanax they can throw my way? I'm seriously going to need to be fucked up to go there.

    How the hell am I supposed to get my kids to like the dentist if I shake and freak out when I have to go? Yeesh.

    I don't want to write about this anymore. It's making me want to pee in my pants.

    Saturday, November 24, 2007

    Only When It Hurts...

    Okay. Sometime in the very near future, I'm going to have to see my dentist. I have a tooth that's been root canaled to death (maybe three times) and I'm pretty sure there's an infection again. I have a lump in my jaw on the inside.

    That means I need to see my dentist, who only sees me when I'm in pain. I just don't like to go. However, after having two babies in two years, my teeth could use an overhaul.

    I don't really have any pain, per se. Discomfort, yes. Pain, no. It's more of a pressure. There's no pain because there's no nerve, so I guess I should feel lucky for that. If they pull it, though, I'll need an implant which could be pretty pricey. They can't put a bridge in (that makes me sound so old) because there's nothing to attach it to. I never got my wisdom teeth, you know.

    So, I'll be planning on seeing Dr. Evil next week. Gosh, it's gonna hurt and I hate mouth pain. It'll hurt more than it does now and that sucks. Maybe I just have a freakishly high tolerance for pain. I am, after all, a freak.

    Why can't they just pull them all so I never have to go again?

    Friday, November 23, 2007

    I Ate, But Not Until My Pants Didn't Fit...

    Thanksgiving dinner was good. It was a small group at my mother-in-law's, so the kids didn't wind up overstimulated in the least bit. I ate just enough and didn't pig out; I really couldn't because I had to chase after the kids between bites. They chose not to eat anything. Yeah, you read that right. They ate next to nothing. Livie only ate a roll, a few black olives, potato chips, and some pie. Jack ate some salami and cream cheese, a couple of potato chips, a bite of pie, and that's it. I guess they just weren't that hungry, especially if they didn't even want junk food. Go figure.

    Hubby works from 4am to 4pm on Black Friday, so he's going to be beat. I, on the other hand, have the day off and you won't be finding me anywhere near a mall or other shopping facility. No way.

    My Sister is in town, so I hope to see her and spend some quality time with her and her kids. Jack and Liv need to see their cousins and Ciocia.

    This year, I am thankful for online shopping. Malls just aren't my thing anymore. I don't enjoy shopping at all. Every year, Hubby runs around doing the Christmas shopping because he actually likes it. I hate the crowds and the jockeying for parking spots. Maybe this feeling of mine comes from having worked in a mall for years while I was in college. I can't stand this time of year because it's impossible to run to Target for something simple (like diapers) and not wait in line for an hour. I guess I'm too old, but too lazy is more like it. Heh.

    What about you? Are you braving the crowds on Black Friday?

    Thursday, November 22, 2007

    Gobble, Gobble...

    I post this picture every Thanksgiving. I must. I do it in honor of all the pilgrims that had to eat venison instead of turkey on that first Thanksgiving Day dinner.
    On that note, I hope you eat so much that your pants don't fit by the end of the night. I know I will.
    Oh, and thanks. You know, for being you. (Insert gushy smile here.)

    Wednesday, November 21, 2007

    From Blondie To You...

    My niece Blondie sent this to me and I wanted to pass it on to you. You can thank her for this!

    Top 10 things you can only say at Thanksgiving:

    10. Talk about a huge breast!

    9. Tying the legs together keeps the inside moist.

    8. If I don't undo my pants, I'll burst!

    7. That's one terrific spread!

    6. It's a little dry, do you still want to eat it?

    5. Just wait your turn, you'll get some!

    4. Don't play with your meat.

    3. I didn't expect everyone to come at once!

    2. How long will it take after you stick it in?

    ...and the Number #1 thing you can only say on Thanksgiving...

    1. I'm in the mood for a little dark

    Tuesday, November 20, 2007

    Monday Highlights...

    Yesterday morning at breakfast, Jack was singing the "Too Fat Polka." I. Shit. You. Not.

    And Livie has resumed her normal dancing activities. No more diarrhea = a healthy appetite again.

    Those two things were the highlights of my Monday. This week happens to be a three-day work week for me, so I guess that's a highlight, as well. However, the first two mentioned are the most important to me.

    Now, it's time to bleach the whole house to make sure The Sick is outta here.

    Monday, November 19, 2007


    I. Am. Exhausted.

    Keep your fingers crossed that Livie doesn't have anymore diarrhea. She didn't have any on Sunday (other than at midnight), so we're hoping she's done with the worst. I just want her little insides to heal now. She wants to eat again, so that's good news.

    Jack's doing well so far with the medication for his severe congestion and post nasal drip. Hopefully he'll continue to sleep again at night. I can't believe how long my little guy went without uninterrupted sleep (weeks!). He slept so well Saturday night because his sinuses were clear.

    Perhaps things are looking up here, but I hate to say it, just in case.

    Sunday, November 18, 2007

    The Other Shoe Has Dropped...

    First, it was Livie with diarrhea. It'll be one week on Monday that she's had it. Nothing stays inside this little girl for very long. It's a virus that has to run its course. She goes in and out of "normal Livie" mode all day long. One minute, she's doubled over with cramps, the next minute she wants to dance. I feel like I'm on a roller coaster with this kid. When she's happy, she's really, really happy. When she's in pain, she's very, very sad. Every time I give her some food, she looks at me and says, "Thanks, Mama." It kills me that she's thanking me for food. In the meantime, I just take care of her the best way I know how, snuggle her when she wants it, play when she wants to, and cry about it after she's asleep. This virus can't leave fast enough.

    Now, Jack has diarrhea. Not only did he have three diarrhea BM's yesterday, he also puked twice in the morning (it's the first time he's ever puked at all). I took him to the doctor, who was able to give us a prescription for all the congestion he's suffering from. It's called Donatussin and it's an antihistamine, decongestant, and a cough suppressant. Hopefully, he'll be able to get some relief. In the meantime, I also have to attack him with the dreaded booger sucker and saline and just keep him comfortable. I can't say his ailments are slowing him down any. He's just as "Jack" as he always is. However, I know that it's just a matter of time.

    Fetal position, here I come.

    Saturday, November 17, 2007

    And How Was YOUR Day?...

    I went to work yesterday morning feeling guilty that I didn't stay home with my sick baby. She had diarrhea at 3am and 5am and puked up her Pedialyte at 6:15am. And I went to work anyway, like a dumbass. I told them I wasn't sure how long I'd be staying since I had to get an appointment for Livie at the doctor. I wound up being able to get her in at 11am.

    So I left work. I took her to the doctor. It's an intestinal virus that has to work it's way out. Bottom line=nothing we can do but wait and let time take care of it. He said that everything I'm doing for her already is the right thing to do, but I still don't feel better about this. I'll feel better when she does.

    Meanwhile, she's miserable; has a sore bottom; eats a minimal amount because she's smart enough to know that it has to come out eventually; and she's constantly snuggling with me and saying, "Mama. Oh, Mama." This is breaking my heart.

    Jack is going in to see the doctor at nine o'clock this morning because he simply cannot breathe out of his nose. We've tried everything (saline, humidifier, booger sucker, VapoRub, etc.) for the last month (maybe more) and he's just not getting better. His nose is so plugged that the saline doesn't even go in anymore. He's a mess, but in good spirits. I hope he's not allergic to the dog. Yeesh.

    We just can't catch a break. I've said it before...Hell is a place parents go to when their kids are sick.

    Friday, November 16, 2007

    Just So You Know...

    Grape-flavored Pedialyte makes babies shit bright neon green.

    You always wanted to know this. Heh.

    Livie is getting a little bit better. Mornings seem to be very rough for her, but by late afternoon she's a bit spunkier. She's still shitting like a faucet, but not as bad as before. This is a good sign. And she's getting her appetite back slightly. It looks like this intestinal bug really threw her for a loop; it'll take a while for her to get back to being and feeling like herself again.

    Jack, on the other hand, is a congested mess now. He doesn't blow his nose, so he's unbelievably plugged up...even after getting a warm bath and using the dreaded booger sucker. Something tells me that as soon as Liv gets better, Jack is going to be a basket case.

    Lovely. I think I'll go amuse myself now by drinking some of that purple Pedialyte. Shitting neon green will be one of the highlights of my day. Shall I post a picture of it for you? Heh.

    Thursday, November 15, 2007

    A Little Bit Closer...

    Livie spent most of yesterday either napping or curled up in a ball. This virus is kicking her little baby ass. She's had diarrhea for 72 hours and some vomiting (although not nearly as often as the diarrhea). She looks like hell. She. Really. Looks. Like. Hell. All day long, she just slept or drank (and that had to be pushed on her), and didn't eat at all. She was a bit gray and very sad because she didn't understand what was happening with her body. She just kept saying, "Mama. Oh, Mama."

    And then she turned some sort of corner when Jack's speech therapist came over. She just loves her. Livie just HAD to put on one of her "shows," you know, the kind where she just lights up the whole place because...well, because she's Liv. She not only matched eight colors, she also matched nine shapes!

    And then she ate dinner (plain pancakes); her first real food in more than two days. She's sucking down her Pedialyte, so I know she's drinking enough. Her spirits are better, but she's still weak. She'll need some good rest during the next few days, as long as she's able to keep food down/in.

    She still has the runs, but it could take several days for that to go away. The main thing I'm concerned about is that she takes in enough fluids and gains at least a minimal appetite back. She looks like she's lost half a pound or so. Thank goodness she's got some Lovely Lady Lumps to fall back on.

    So, if she can use the food she's eaten to help shit out the intestinal demon that's taken over her little body, the quicker it'll be gone. Cross your fingers that her body, the well-oiled machine that it is, can continue to fight this.

    Wednesday, November 14, 2007

    Shitting Out The Fury...

    There's nothing worse than a sick baby.

    Poor Livie has had diarrhea all day Monday and Tuesday. She's drinking plenty of liquids, but has very little appetite. Monday night, she vomited in her crib at 10pm. This was a first for us. The poor thing was caked in puke, chunks of dinner in her curly locks. Thank goodness Jack slept through it all.

    Last night at dinner, Livie took one look at her oatmeal and barfed all over the dining room table. Jack just looked at her from across the table and said, "Livie, you made a mess. You puked all over yourself." After that, she seemed relieved and continued to eat a bowl of plain yogurt voraciously.

    I placed a call in to my favorite nurse (my Sister, duh!), and she said I should just go ahead and call our pediatrician just for good measure. They get these calls all the time; maybe they know of something that's going around. I talked to him and he's confident that it's something viral that needs to work its way out. There's nothing we can do for her, unless she gets dehydrated. She has no fever, so time is the only thing that can make her better.

    So, we're pushing fluids; Livie is a fan of the grape flavored Pedialyte. It's a good thing I stayed home yesterday, too. There was no way I was going to work knowing how ill Livie was. Although, periodically throughout the day, her spirits would lift and she would become herself again. However, those moments would be followed by utter exhaustion and crankiness, with good reason.

    Keep your fingers crossed that this virus leaves quickly. Her poor little butt is exhausted and red from shitting out The Fury.

    Tuesday, November 13, 2007

    Why I Love My Job...

    Whenever you have an "I Hate My Job" day, try this:

    On your way home from work, stop at your pharmacy and go to the thermometer section and purchase a rectal thermometer made by Johnson & Johnson.

    Be very sure you get this brand. When you get home, lock your doors, draw the curtains and disconnect the phone so you will not be disturbed.

    Change into very comfortable clothing and sit in your favorite chair. Open the package and remove the thermometer. Now, carefully place it on a table or a surface so that it will not become chipped or broken.

    Now the fun part begins. Take out the literature from the box and read it carefully. You will notice that in small print there is a statement:

    "Every Rectal Thermometer made by Johnson & Johnson is personally tested and then sanitized."

    Now, close your eyes and repeat out loud five times, "I am so glad I do not work in the thermometer quality control department at Johnson & Johnson."


    Monday, November 12, 2007

    Thinking Back...

    I remember last Christmas well.

    Livie was bright orange from eating too many baby food dinners with carrots and she was just starting to stand up on her own at the cocktail table. I was still nursing her and she was still sleeping in our bed. She didn't like anyone else to hold her.

    Jack was in and out of "Jack World," the safest place he knew at the time. Just getting him to respond to his name was like pulling teeth; he sometimes acted deaf. And he didn't speak much, if at all. I could tell he was very smart, but I wasn't sure how to get him out of his shell.

    This year, it's all different.

    Livie is no longer orange and she runs all day long. She speaks in two-word phrases now, dances when she hears music, lights up a room when she walks into it, and has wrapped her Papa around her little finger.

    Jack speaks in complex sentences, knows a dozen shapes, all his colors, the numbers 1-20, interacts with us on a whole new level, "helps" around the house, and knows over a hundred songs (melodies and lyrics).

    There's a lot to be grateful for this year.

    Sunday, November 11, 2007


    When I looked at the pile of mail I received yesterday, I saw a familiar logo on one of the letters. It's the logo of the hospital where Jack will be having his medical diagnostic test for autism next month. Inside the envelope was the confirmation for our appointment.

    This hit me hard.

    My child is going to be tested for autism.

    That is possibly one of the hardest sentences I'll ever type out. And the only thing that will relieve this heavy weight off my soul is if the doctors tell me he's not autistic. Until then, I am restless.

    Autism. One in one hundred fifty children have it. The majority, approximately 94, are boys.

    December 14th is a month away. And I am a nervous wreck on the inside, but you could never tell from the outside. I am waiting, impatiently, scrambling to do everything for my son within my means. I can only hope that the day of his test is one of his "good days."

    Autism. You can't imagine what's in my head unless you've been there, too.

    I believe he's not autistic, but every day is an uphill battle. There are good days and bad days, as with all toddlers. It's like I'm in this tug-of-war, constantly pulling him out. What's strange is that he knows it and usually cooperates with me. And that word keeps creeping into my head as if I'm missing something I'm supposed to be seeing. Perhaps it's a subconscious way for me to "expect the worst, but hope for the best." I don't know anymore.

    December 14th is an eternity away for me. I'll never, ever forget that day, no matter what the results are.

    Cross-posted at Chicago Moms Blog

    Saturday, November 10, 2007

    Burned Out...

    I'm so tired, pissed off, and cranky. My students don't do homework, nor do they care about homework, in any of their classes, not just mine. I'm feeling quite underappreciated at the moment, by my students, my boss, and the system I work for.
    The only thing that's making me happy right now is the fact that this is a three-day weekend for me. I haven't taken a day off yet this year, but I may just take one as a "mental health day" on Tuesday.
    I just feel like I'm tapped out. When I was a kid, all the parents I knew made sure their kids did their homework and were on top of them about school. These days, the parents seem to be younger and much less involved in their children's lives. It's a damn shame.
    You know what else sucks? When one of my students has a mother that's under 30. I'm 35 and most of my students are 14. You do the math.
    I think I need a day off, not just a federal holiday.

    Friday, November 09, 2007

    Clever, Indeed...

    This mother and daughter were banned from Disneyland for life. I didn't know that could happen. Heh.

    Thursday, November 08, 2007

    47 More Days...

    This website makes me want to bake and bake and bake and bake and bake some more. You can even have your kids email Santa a letter. There's also a questionnaire they can answer to determine if they've been naughty or nice. They can even chat with an elf online. I can't believe how many cool activities I found for kids to do. Wow! When I was a kid, we didn't have all that technology. We relied on good old-fashioned snail mail and left out cookies and milk. These days, you can chat with an elf, take a peek at the cookbook of the boss (Mrs. Claus!), and take a quiz to see how good you've been all year.

    Interestingly enough, many of those cookie recipes are the exact recipes from Pepperidge Farm. Although, I think I gained ten pounds just navigating around that delicious website. It looks like I'll need some Slim Fast in my stocking this year if I keep reading all those recipes. Heh.

    Wednesday, November 07, 2007

    40 Things You'd Like to Say Out Loud at Work...

    This wonderful list comes to you courtesy of Sue. I couldn't possibly steal this gem from her and not give her credit. I laughed so hard at #6, I think I peed a little. And I've said #9, #39, and #40 before, so I could appreciate a list like this. It just gives me more ammo.

    1. I can see your point, but I still think you're full of shit.
    2. I don't know what your problem is, but I'll bet it's hard to pronounce.
    3. How about never? Is never good for you?
    4. I see you've set aside this special time to publicly humiliate yourself.
    5. I'm really easy to get along with once you people learn to see it my way.
    6. Who lit the fuse on your tampon?
    7. I'm out of my mind at the moment, but feel free to leave a message.
    8. I don't work here - I'm a consultant.
    9. It sounds like English, but I don't understand a damn word you're saying.
    10. Ahhh. I see the screw-up fairy has visited us again.
    11. I like you. You remind me of myself when I was young and stupid.
    12. You are validating my inherent mistrust of strangers.
    13. I have plenty of talent and vision - I just don't give a damn.
    14. I'm already visualizing the duct tape over your mouth.
    15. I will always cherish the initial misconceptions I had about you.
    16. Thank you. We're all refreshed and challenged by your unique point of view.
    17. The fact that no one understands you doesn't mean you're an artist.
    18. Any connection between your reality and mine is purely coincidental.
    19. What am I? Flypaper for freaks?
    20. I'm not being rude. You're just insignificant.
    21. It's a thankless job, but I've got a lot of karma to burn off.
    22. Do you know what a douchebag is?
    23. And your cry-baby whiny assed opinion would be?
    24. Do I look like a fucking people person to you?
    25. This isn't an office. It's Hell with fluorescent lighting.
    26. I started out with nothing and I still have most of it left.
    27. Sarcasm is just one more service we offer.
    28. If I throw a stick, will you leave?
    29. Errors have been made. Others will be blamed.
    30. Whatever kind of look you were going for, you missed.
    31. Oh, I get it. Like humor. Only different.
    32. A cubicle is just a padded cell without the door.
    33. Can I trade this job for what's behind door number 1?
    34. Too many freaks, not enough circuses.
    35. Nice perfume, but must you marinate in it?
    36. Chaos, panic and disorder - my work here is finally done.
    37. How do I set a laser printer to stun.
    38. I thought I wanted a career; turns out I just wanted a salary.
    39. I'll try being nicer if you try being smarter.
    40. Wait a minute - I'm just trying to imagine you with a personality.

    Tuesday, November 06, 2007

    Getting Your Money's Worth...

    Here are some tricks to help you get your money's worth when you buy gasoline:

    1. Fill up your car or truck in the morning when the temperature
    is still cool. Remember that all service stations have their storage
    tanks buried below ground; and the colder the ground, the denser the
    gasoline. When it gets warmer gasoline expands, so if you're filling up in
    the afternoon or in the evening, what should be a gallon is not exactly a
    gallon. In the petroleum business, the specific gravity and temperature
    of the fuel (gasoline, diesel, jet fuel, ethanol and other petroleum
    products) are significant. Every truckload that we load is
    temperature-compensated so that the indicated gallonage is actually the
    amount pumped. A one-degree rise in temperature is a big deal for
    businesses, but service stations don't have temperature compensation at
    their pumps.

    2. If a tanker truck is filling the station's tank at the time you
    want to buy gas, do not fill up; most likely dirt and sludge in the tank is
    being stirred up when gas is being delivered, and you might be transferring that dirt from the bottom of their tank into your car's tank.

    3. Fill up when your gas tank is half-full (or half-empty), because
    the more gas you have in your tank the less air there is and gasoline
    evaporates rapidly, especially when it's warm. (Gasoline storage tanks
    have an internal floating 'roof' membrane to act as a barrier between the
    gas and the atmosphere, thereby minimizing evaporation.)

    4. If you look at the trigger you'll see that it has three delivery
    settings: slow, medium and high. When you're filling up do not squeeze the trigger of the nozzle to the high setting. You should be pumping at the slow setting, thereby minimizing vapors created while you are pumping. Hoses at the pump are corrugated; the corrugations act as a return path for vapor recovery from gas that already has been metered. If you are pumping at the high setting, the agitated gasoline contains more vapor, which is being sucked back into the underground tank, so you're getting less gas for your money. Hope this will help ease your 'pain at the pump.

    5. Do not top off your gas tank, when the pump shuts off, do not keep trying to add more gas. A friend who owns a gas station says that by doing this, you are actually giving the next customer a $1.00 worth of gas. The gas you pump stays in the hose and never makes it to your tank...........good to know.

    Monday, November 05, 2007

    But I Like Mine With Doritos In The Middle & That Wasn't One Of The Choices...

    What Your Peanut Butter And Jelly Sandwich Means

    Your eating style is reserved. You are a bit of a fussy eater, and you have very specific ways you like your food prepared.
    You have a total sweet tooth. When you can get away with it, you like to have dessert before dinner!
    Your taste in food tends to be pretty flexible. You may crave sushi one night, and your favorite childhood recipe the next.
    Admit it, you're a little trashy and low class at times. You're definitely more comfortable at a tattoo parlor than the theater.
    You never really grew up. While your childlike innocence is charming, you often just come across as a big baby.
    Precise and controlled, you can be a bit anal retentive when it comes to how you like things. You're definitely a perfectionist.

    Sunday, November 04, 2007


    This wonderful story came in my email today from here. Yes, I get email from them because you just never know. This story spoke to me in a very special way. It's mostly about believing in your child and yourself and forgetting about "labels." It has inspired me.

    Please read it:

    Pretend for a moment you have a newborn. He is simply perfect. By the time he is two years old, his fingers are so long, they look strange. You go to a renowned physician and ask "What's wrong with my child? Why are his fingers so long?". The physician smiles and says, "Your child has a condition called spindle fingers. He has a natural gift for playing musical instruments. Many dream of having this talent. "

    You're absolutely thrilled and can't wait to share the news. You rush home but on the way you stop to buy a toy xylophone, piano, drum set and flute. You set them out on the floor when you get home and you watch proudly as your toddler strums each one of them. You don't care that everyone else thinks it just sounds like noise. You have a budding musician on your hands and he's practicing!

    As the months go by you encourage your child to play instruments. He gets a little older and expresses his preference for the piano. You take him to piano lessons, listen to famous piano players and perhaps even go to concerts. You explain to your son that his fingers are long because he is talented at playing the piano. Your son plays the piano
    beautifully. He is proud of his fingers and his talent. You are proud of your son.

    You run into the physician a few years later. You tell him proudly about your child's piano skills. He smiles broadly and says, "I made it all up. There is no condition called spindle fingers". "What?" you shriek, "that's impossible. My child is an excellent player."

    "Of course he is," says the physician, "It's called belief. You believed in your child's fingers. You believed in his talent. You encouraged him. It didn't matter how many mistakes he made. You hardly heard them because you knew he was on the path to greatness. Your son felt your belief. He saw it in your eyes. He felt it course through his being. It inspired him. Every time he looked at his long fingers he thought about his talent. He felt proud of himself. He knew he could do it. Your unwavering faith inspired him to be the best he can be."

    My advice to you is this: Forget about the boxes and the labels.
    Ignore the judgments. Your child is fascinating. Your child is a unique and wonderful being who is incredibly special. Give him the tools. Encourage him on his journey. Never lose faith in him. Stand by his side. Teach him as much as you can. Watch in delight as he soars far beyond everyone's expectations; everyone's except yours and all those who joined your belief along the way!

    And exactly how I feel. December 14th isn't going to change him and I'll be damned if it changes me. We're doing the best we can and that's all we can do. The strides that Jack has made in the last six months have been so great, so much so that his therapists all insist he's not autistic, but that his "quirks" are all related to his sensory processing disorder. He can outgrow and/or learn to manage his "quirks." It doesn't have to be a label for him; the public schools don't recognize SPD anyway, so only we can help him, really.

    My little man has come so far from being in such a deep place inside himself. He found his voice, he busted his ass working hard to get those words out, and he knows what his voice can do for him.

    It's been a long and hard six months, but we did it together. And that is what love is all about.

    Saturday, November 03, 2007

    No Surprise Here...

    You Are a New School Democrat

    You like partying and politics - and are likely to be young and affluent.
    You're less religious, traditional, and uptight than most Democrats.
    Smoking pot, homosexuality, and gambling are all okay in your book.
    You prefer that the government help people take care of themselves.

    Friday, November 02, 2007

    Try THIS One...

    A friend of mine told me that this is a mandatory test many people in Japan take for a job. Try it and see how long it takes you to solve it.

    You must move everyone to the other side of the river: a mom, a dad, four kids, a police officer, and a thief.

    The mom cannot be left alone with the sons without the dad (either side of the river).

    The dad cannot be left alone with the daughters without the mom (either side of the river).

    The thief cannot be left alone with any family member (either side of the river).

    Only the mom, dad, and police officer know how to operate the raft. (This is the red knob control, which you'll use to operate the raft.)

    The raft can carry only two people at a time.

    Good luck!

    Thursday, November 01, 2007


    We opted to not take the kids trick-or-treating this year. They both have nasty colds and we didn't want to make them any worse. Instead, we all answered the door together and gave out candy.

    The first trick-or-treaters that came were met by this advice from Jack: "Don't EVER come here again!" Livie followed that up with a "No, no, no!" as she waved her finger around at them. I guess they told them.

    After a while of answering the door and passing out candy, I told Jack that there would be more kids coming over for treats. His response was, "I don't care. No more. I've had enough."

    Yeah. Those are definitely my children.