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  • Monday, December 31, 2007

    I'll Be Asleep Way Before Midnight, But Not Before I Give You My Dead Pool List...

    Have a safe New Year's Eve!
    Oh, and here's my 2008 Dead Pool List:
    1. Amy Winehouse
    2. George Bush, Sr.
    3. Suzanne Pleshette
    4. Kirk Douglas
    5. Rev. Billy Graham
    6. Boy George
    7. Roger Ebert
    8. Tara Reid
    9. Eddie Van Halen
    10. Louis Farrakhan

    Sunday, December 30, 2007

    Spotting The Differences...

    Since I've been home on winter break, I have noticed quite a language explosion in Livie. She speaks in three or four word sentences consistently now. It freaks me out every time I hear her ask me for something.

    She asks for help when she needs it. She says, "please" and "thank you." She even says, "bless you," when you sneeze. She's as affectionate as they come, too. This little girl has compassion for everything. She can also fake cry if you ask her to do it.

    It's so odd having two children who are polar opposites. Jack is very, very serious and has been ever since he was a baby. He's going on three, but he seems to always have the weight of the world on his shoulders. Livie is happy-go-lucky, not a care in the world. Jack eats what he wants to, when he wants to. Livie, on the other hand, eats everything that isn't nailed down. Developmentally, Livie is keeping up with her big brother, even though she's only twenty months old. She has this eagerness to learn and keep learning. Everything I say, she soaks up. She is the most driven toddler I know, if it's even an accurate way to describe her.

    One particular difference that sticks out in my head right now is what the kids got for Christmas. What I bought for one, the other wound up liking and vice versa. I don't get it. I thought I knew my kids, but there they go throwing me for a loop. It wouldn't be the first time, either.

    The best thing about having two children a little over a year apart who are pretty much opposites is that I never know what will happen next and who will surprise me more. Every time I turn around, there's another thing to blog about.

    Cross-posted at Chicago Moms Blog.

    Saturday, December 29, 2007

    Look Into My Soul...

    This is my background on one of my laptops. I get a lot of compliments on it. It's actually a picture of my eye in negative. I like how you can see me holding the camera, but you can't see the camera. It looks as if I'm holding my own pupil. The picture reminds me of something M.C. Escher would do.
    What's your background?

    Friday, December 28, 2007

    Making A List...

    I'm in the process of creating my 2008 Dead Pool list. I love this time of year because it allows me to be more morbid than usual. My Sister has already won, hands down, this year's Dead Pool. Five out of her ten picks kicked the bucket. Several members of our family play this game, so we're all sickos. There's no tangible prize; only adoration from the other players.

    So, I need to think of ten public figures I think will die in 2008. Now, mind you, I'm not wishing anyone to die. I'm just putting them in a list of people I think are most likely to die due to illness or lifestyle. It's simple. And if they die, I subtract their age from 100 and get my points that way.

    Yeah, it's pretty morbid, but I'm hoping I pick some "winners." Heh.

    Thursday, December 27, 2007


    There's a guy who paints animals onto his hands. It takes him many, many hours just to do one.
    Yeah. That's all fine and dandy...until he has to wipe his ass.

    Wednesday, December 26, 2007

    Turning The Tables...

    The past two days were so full of family, excitement, presents, new toys, different foods, etc. I was completely expecting Jack to have a hundred meltdowns due to his sensory processing disorder and his "anxiety issues."

    Well, he threw me for a loop. He was the Best Boy in the whole world. He behaved so well, was very social, ate like a king, and didn't go apeshit at all. Not. Even. Once.

    Livie, on the other hand, sang the Mama Song all day on Christmas. She never left my side, was more clingy than usual, and screamed bloody murder any time someone even looked her way. At one point, I wasn't sure if she'd ever stop crying that day.

    What can I say? These babies are keeping me on my toes. Just when you think one thing is going to happen, something totally different does. They're keeping me young, you know.

    Tuesday, December 25, 2007

    Happy Holidays!...

    Stay warm, my friends. And have a safe holiday.

    Monday, December 24, 2007

    They Are Going To Pee... racehorses when they see all the presents under the tree for them. Heh.

    Sunday, December 23, 2007

    Losing My Religion...

    I don't often write about religion on here because I prefer to not open that can of worms. However, I took this quiz online the other day and this is where my beliefs fall into place. I find it ironic that I was raised Roman Catholic and that my current spiritual beliefs place that particular religion last in what was reflected on my quiz. I guess that's what going to Catholic schools will do to you. Heh.

    1. Unitarian Universalism (100%)
    2. Theravada Buddhism (94%)
    3. Secular Humanism (85%)
    4. Neo-Pagan (81%)
    5. Liberal Quakers (76%)
    6. Mahayana Buddhism (72%)
    7. New Age (69%)
    8. Mainline to Liberal Christian Protestants (62%)
    9. Nontheist (59%)
    10. Taoism (53%)
    11. Reform Judaism (46%)
    12. Sikhism (44%)
    13. Jainism (43%)
    14. New Thought (42%)
    15. Hinduism (38%)
    16. Orthodox Quaker (35%)
    17. Scientology (34%)
    18. Bahá'í Faith (29%)
    19. Christian Science (Church of Christ, Scientist) (26%)
    20. Orthodox Judaism (20%)
    21. Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints (Mormons) (17%)
    22. Seventh Day Adventist (13%)
    23. Jehovah's Witness (11%)
    24. Mainline to Conservative Christian/Protestant (11%)
    25. Eastern Orthodox (9%)
    26. Islam (9%)
    27. Roman Catholic (9%)

    Saturday, December 22, 2007

    A Hood Christmas...

    A Hood Christmas
    © By Paul M. Smith

    twas the night before christmas and all through the hood
    no one was set tripping so it was all good
    the stockings were hung on the wall with some nails
    dads back on heroin cause mom hit the trails
    the kids were asleep all warm in their beds
    with visions of murder invading their heads
    the dogs kept on barking because of the noise
    the kids were all hoping it was st. nick with toys
    they looked out the window and what did they see
    the neighborhood crackhead stealing their tv
    they ran to the phone to call up the laws
    while dad was chasing him down in his draws
    the cops took too long and dad was to slow
    the thief got away and dad got more blow
    the kids have been good and nice all year long
    but santa wasn't coming what did they do wrong
    that christmas was something but it was not merry
    cause santa was sleighjacked somewhere on east berry
    as you can tell this is all messed up right
    merry christmas to all and to all a hood night

    Friday, December 21, 2007

    I Would've Thought It Was The Other Way Around...

    I saw these on Erin's blog and just had to do it here. Although, the results were not what I expected. Perhaps it was the pictures I used. Either way, they're the cutest kids ever.

    MyHeritage: Family tree - Genealogy - Celebrity - Collage - Morph

    MyHeritage: Family trees - Genealogy - Celebrities - Collage - Morph

    Thursday, December 20, 2007

    Mommy's Got A New Toy...

    So, this post will be short. Check it out! I've just got to play.

    Wednesday, December 19, 2007

    Now That I've Had Time To Think...

    I visited Tuesday's Child after work yesterday after a friend recommended the place to me. I was very impressed and decided to set up an intake interview for January 9th. This will be the place Jack receives his behavioral therapy.

    What sold me on the place was that they do diagnostic testing and were happy to be my second opinion. They explained that they don't believe in sitting a child in a room for an hour and diagnosing anything from that short amount of time, especially when the child doesn't know them. So, they test along the way. If a child only wants to test for five minutes, then that's all they get that day. If it takes six weeks to get a clear picture of the child, then that's what they do. They believe in getting to know the child before they place those kinds of demands on a kid like Jack.

    The program has several different meeting days and times. I expressed interest in the two-and-a-half hour Saturday program. It lasts eight weeks. I go to class to learn techniques for helping Jack cope with his anxieties, overcome his stubbornness, and encourage socialization. In the next room, Jack and four other children are with a teacher, learning and making friends.

    We'll keep his current speech therapist and pay her out of pocket once he ages out of EI. His current developmental therapist thinks last Friday's test was a crock of shit and will keep in close contact with us after Jack leaves. He won't really need OT because his sensory issues are mild and we pretty much know what to do with him regarding that. I still have to call his pediatrician to get a referral to a pediatric allergist. We have to rule out allergies.

    And we'll save preschool for the fall, if he's ready. I, at least, have one in mind. I don't believe he needs a special education label at the age of three when he's just shy and stubborn. I'm hoping that Tuesday's Child can teach all of us the strategies we need.

    And that's the plan. Behavioral therapy to start as soon as we can; ST, OT, DT, and the DT playgroup until he ages out of EI; private ST once he's three; allergy testing; and preschool in the fall, if he's ready. It's a full plate, but at least the plate isn't broken.

    And a second opinion is the wise thing to do. After all, he's worth it.

    Tuesday, December 18, 2007

    Not The Santa You Want Your Kids To See...

    No caption needed.

    Monday, December 17, 2007

    Fierce Advocate...

    I will enroll Jack in preschool. First, however, I'm going to get a second opinion/evaluation no matter how much it costs me. Friday's evaluation was a fucking joke because the results were so skewed by his fear of being there in the first place.

    So, I've done some searching for places who can evaluate my son. There's one not too far from us. I have spoken to all his current therapists who agree that this evaluation did not paint a clear picture of the Jack we all know and they couldn't disagree with the results more. He is not developmentally delayed; he was scared shitless! I have to see how quickly we can get that second opinion, since he's turning three in early February and I don't want him to lose out on services due to a lapse in time. You see, if I want him to continue getting services, I have to do it through the public school system, but he'll be labeled as "special education." I truly don't believe he fits that label.

    Does he have trouble in social settings? Yeah, especially if he doesn't know you. He's just not a people person yet. He's rather shy and that's no crime. Is he intelligent? Beyond what his chronological age says he should be. Will this all work out? Sure, but it's a long and tough road that this Mama is willing to fight.

    Let's see what happens when I start to make some noise.

    Sunday, December 16, 2007

    Assisted Living...

    I think I need help.

    I'm intelligent enough to know when I think I can't handle my own stresses. There's so much going on in my life and sometimes I can't tell which end is my head and which end is my ass.

    So, I've made an appointment with my doctor. I think that before I can help my son manage his own anxieties, I need to be able to handle mine. I don't want my anxieties to become his and I don't want to feed his. I am no hypocrite, so I must do for myself so that I can do for my son. If Jack's issues are because I have my own issues, I don't want to be a poor example for him. I want him to have a strong Mama, one that can help him alleviate his own fears, his own doubts, and his own pressures. But first, I have to get a grip on my own.

    My OB/GYN put me on Zoloft a few weeks after my daughter was born because I developed postpartum depression and I've been on it ever since. I had also been on it for several years before I'd even had kids. I'd been in therapy, worked out my issues, and came to peace with it all. I seemed to do very well without the meds once I conquered what I needed to.

    Now, I have more demons and I need to work through them. Some things I post about on here, others I dare not. I'm not one to put it all out there; I am vulnerable beneath this fibrous exterior.

    I think I may just be one of those people who need to be "helped" for the imbalances that I feel. And I'm smart enough to know when I can't do it on my own.

    I'm thinking that therapy and meds may be in my future and I'm okay with it. I'm not ashamed. If anything, I'm stronger for being able to recognize it and deal with it, instead of running from it and getting nowhere.

    Work, grad school, responsibilities, one high-needs child and one that's learning to push the envelope quite well, one smelly dog, and a slew of other things going on in my head make me feel overwhelmed. I can't quit, though. I can't just allow myself to melt into a puddle of angst and I'm not the kind of person who can just let it go.

    I need help. And I'm going to get it, if not for myself, then for my kids. There's no time to crack like an egg when others depend on me so much. I have to take that first step and know that it's the road to Better.

    Saturday, December 15, 2007

    The Other "A" Word...

    I know you're patiently awaiting an update on Jack's test for autism. The results are much different than I thought. And I feel blindsided.

    Jack is NOT autistic. He has another "A" word: anxiety.

    He did not shine or perform well for his test. He was so scared and anxious and worried that he could not and would not do much of anything they would ask him to do. If I asked him to do it, he would, but I wasn't supposed to say anything. I was supposed to sit there and answer their questions while watching my son reduce to a puddle of tears without anyone helping him.

    Jack described the ordeal when we got home. He said, "Fucking piece of shit!" He was right.

    I never felt more under a microscope than I did there. He tested between 23-27 months old on all the skills they evaluated. Now, you and I both know that he can do a million things and do them well. He just wouldn't do any of them for the team of evaluators. He did not trust them.

    His anxiety started in the elevator. Jack has a fear of closed spaces. I didn't think bringing him up one floor would be an issue, but it was. Then, when we got into the tiny little room with the other five adults, he flipped out, grabbed the doorknob, and said, "We gotta go home now! I want to go home!" Several times.

    His anxiety was so bad that he couldn't coordinate his body at all. He had trouble using stairs, which is never a problem at home. He couldn't figure out how to stack, even though he builds intricate towers at home and at playgroup. He couldn't identify pictures, even though all of his therapists have seen him do it thousands of times. It was a horror show.

    His sensory issues are, as was reported in the past, very mild. Those are not the main problem. His problem is anxiety, not autism.

    It's hard to believe that a child who is barely three years old could be riddled with crippling anxiety, so much so that it affects him physically.

    The Jack that was in that room with those people was not my Jack. And those closest to him know that.

    The developmental pediatrician said that if we don't take care of his anxiety now, he'll become the troublemaker in his classes when he's older. And teachers won't like him. And he'll need to go into a preschool with a special ed program because his test results say he's developmentally delayed, even though his current therapists know he's not. He had a bad day and was being scrutinized and he knew it.

    And I haven't even mentioned how they raked me over the coals. We were just subjects, not people. We were merely the first case of the day. It started at 9am and we didn't even get out of there until just before noon. It was a very difficult morning.

    They're recommending blood work, a thyroid test, an ear/nose/throat doctor, an allergist consult, an eye exam, behavioral therapy, speech therapy, occupational therapy, developmental therapy (but only until he exits EI in February), and a social worker to help us find community resources that Jack will benefit from.

    Yeah, I know. It's a long list and it's crazy that a toddler would need all that. I just don't know anymore.

    Sometimes I think it's all a bunch of bullshit and sometimes I think it's all necessary. I'm vacillating between the two extremes.

    What would happen if I just let him grow up without all the "intervention?" What if he outgrows it all like I did? Would that mean anything in the long run?

    There's a whole shitload more that I just don't care to mention because I'm tired and I have a massive headache from all of this. I know I should be happy he's not autistic, but I'm upset that his anxiety is so bad that it presents him as being delayed, uncoordinated, unresponsive, stubborn, limited, disorganized, and distracted, with low muscle tone and low muscle strength. Yeah, those are their words.

    This is a boy who is not yet three years old and knows his ABC's (and how most letters sound), can count to thirty, can do somersaults, knows all his colors, knows ten shapes, has memorized over a hundred books, and can sing over two hundred songs and melodies in perfect pitch. And he can also swear in the correct context.

    This is not the boy they saw today. I've seen him get nervous before, but never like this. He was a sobbing mess. He just wanted his Mommy and they wanted me to back off, but I was the only one in the room he was comfortable with and he knew he was safe with me.

    I'm his Mommy and no one knows him better than me. His current therapists could not believe the results. They were shocked. There was such a huge difference between the reports they gave, the one I gave, and the one the diagnostic team gave today. That's why they attribute this mess to anxiety. He didn't perform because he couldn't due to his high level of anxiety. I honestly think he just didn't like them and felt intimidated. They all came at him asking him to do this, do that, now do this, now do that. He freaked out and shut down. It was just too much for him. All he could do was cry and hold on to me.

    Now, I need to know what to do next. Jack and I have been through hell and I think we both need to just breathe a little before we move onto the next step, whatever we choose that next step to be.

    Cross-posted on Chicago Moms Blog

    Friday, December 14, 2007


    I've been so distracted lately. I can't sleep; I don't want to eat; and I'm on edge. Jack's medical diagnostic test for autism is at 9am, so there's no time for thought in this post.

    If I can, I'll update with the results later.

    I'm so nervous, I want to puke. I hope we have a good day.

    Thursday, December 13, 2007

    Arlington At Christmas...

    These wreaths -- some 5,000 -- are donated by the Worcester Wreath Co. of Harrington, Maine. The owner, Merrill Worcester, not only provides the wreaths, but covers the trucking expense as well. He's done this since 1992. A wonderful guy. Also, most years, groups of Maine school kids
    combine an educational trip to DC with this event to help out. Making this even more remarkable is the fact that Harrington is in one the poorest parts of the state.
    A friend of mine has a brother that used to be stationed there. He and other soldiers took part in this, decorating all the graves for all the national holidays, usually with flags spaced exactly 12 inches from the headstone and equidistant paces from grave to grave. It's absolutely gorgeous to look at. All the decorations are donated and the soliders who do the decorating do it on their own time.
    It's just something interesting I learned and wanted to share with you.

    Wednesday, December 12, 2007

    Holiday Delight...

    A friend sent this to me and I figured I'd share my answers here. If you choose to post your own answers on your blog, let me know. I'd love to see them.

    1. Wrapping paper or gift bags? Both
    2. Tree--Real or Artificial? Artificial, but I prefer real. Real doesn't like me, though. (allergic)
    3. When do you put your Christmas tree up? Some time after Thanksgiving, always in December. I don't like to put it up sooner.
    4. When do you take the tree down? Shortly after the New Year
    5. Like egg nog? yes
    6. Do you have a nativity scene? I do, but I never put it out. I have two toddlers.
    7. Favorite gift received as a child? PotteryCraft
    8. Hardest person to buy for? My Mom
    9. Easiest person to buy for? My husband; he just goes out and gets what he wants and I never have to shop for it.
    10. Worst Christmas gift? A brass tic tac toe set; totally lame
    11. Mail or email a Christmas Card? Mail
    12. Favorite Christmas movie? Miracle on 34th Street
    13. When do you start shopping for Christmas? I don't shop. Hubby does it all, usually starting in December. I hate shopping, lines, and searching for a parking spot. Oh, and I hate people.
    14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? Oh, ya!
    15. Favorite food to eat on Christmas? Beef tenderloin
    16. Clear or colored tree lights? Both
    17. Favorite Christmas Song? Blue Christmas
    18. Travel during Christmas or Stay home? Stay home with my babies
    19. Can you name Santa's reindeers? Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, DONDER, and Blitzen. Contrary to popular belief, it's DONDER and not DONNER. The original "'Twas the Night Before Christmas" poem calls him "DONDER." I don't know why or how it became Donner, but it's wrong, very wrong.
    And then there's Rudolph. Don't even get me started on that one. If I were Rudolph, I would've gone postal on those other reindeer. Fuckers.
    20. Angel or Star on Tree top? My Filipino star made by Uncle Marcello
    21. Open presents on Christmas Eve or morning? Both
    22. Most annoying thing about this time of year? The Christmas carols start earlier and earlier on the radio stations every year. WTF?

    Merry Christmas, Friends!

    Tuesday, December 11, 2007

    It's All Relative...

    If you click on this picture, you can view the "bloodlines" between these people much better. I, myself, am stunned that Barack Obama and Brad Pitt are ninth cousins. I'm even more in shock that Barack Obama and George W. Bush are eleventh cousins.
    I guess this means we're all related. Right?

    Monday, December 10, 2007


    Our Christmas picture

    Liv and Jack
    You have no idea how hard it was to take our holiday photo. I'm exhausted from the stress. Yeesh.

    Sunday, December 09, 2007

    Stop Beef!...

    Yesterday, while I was doing a little baking, Jack was pitching a fit about something. He was yelling and complaining and I had to stop what I was doing to ask him what was wrong.

    He said, "Stop beef!" Before you think my boy believes that beef is bad,
    let me explain.

    I thought about it for a second and proceeded to chuckle. I knew exactly what he was saying and what he was referring to. He has a book called The Alphabet Keeper, which is about a mean old lady who keeps the alphabet caged in the dark (until the day they escape). One of the lines in that book is, "Stop, thief!"

    After I settled him down, I calmly explained to Jack that it wasn't "beef," but "thief." I had him watch me say the word several times slowly until he could say it back to me correctly. Afterward, he cracked a smile.

    It's no wonder I love this boy so much. He keeps me on my toes and makes me see the world through a toddler's eyes.

    Saturday, December 08, 2007


    Friday, December 07, 2007

    A Seven-Minute Drive...

    On my way home from work yesterday, I took a slight detour; seven minutes from my home, to be exact.

    I went to see My Gram. It was one year ago yesterday that she became one of the angels. I can't believe she's been gone a whole year. It wasn't an easy day to get through; she was on my mind all day.

    I went to the cemetery and brought pictures of the kids, like I usually do. I cleared off her headstone and my grandfather's because they were covered with snow. I've been there many, many times since she passed away and I don't always tell people when I go. I don't think I've ever posted about it because those visits are private, just between me and my Gram.

    I miss her. Sometimes she comes to me when I hear a song she loved or as a gentle scent in the air that reminds me of her. It's the little things that bring her to me.

    She's always going to be in my heart and on my mind. I wish you could've known her. You would've liked her.

    Thursday, December 06, 2007

    Always Listening...

    There's no doubt in my mind that my son is an auditory learner. He can hear something just once and commit it to memory. His brain is packed full of information that he's picked up along the way in the last two years and ten months.

    Is it "normal" for a child who is less than three years old to have at least one hundred books and over two hundred songs memorized? And he's been like that for a while; this didn't happen overnight. Every single bit of information he hears, he stores away and uses when the time comes. Jack is now beginning to identify a few sight words.

    The scary part? Livie is doing it, too, now. She knows our books. She ends sentences and phrases in the books we read, just like Jack does. And I'm not just talking about books that have a rhyme scheme. I'm also referring to books where there is no rhyme scheme. Even when I buy new books, it takes, at the most, two reads before they both have it memorized.

    What the fuck is going on? Is it possible to have two stellar auditory learners? Yeah, they're brother and sister, just fourteen months apart in age. How ironic is it that they both have these amazing abilities to remember every single book and song they've ever heard?

    Livie is one and a half and she's speaking in two to three word sentences now. Jack speaks all the time, but his articulation needs some work. He knows ten shapes, all his colors, the alphabet (can identify each letter and the sound it makes), and has an uncanny memory. He's even doing simple addition and subtraction by counting items that he has. Livie is on her way there, following in his footsteps. She, too, knows her shapes and her colors and can match them up. She's good at puzzles and knows most of her alphabet. Livie is also good at using sign language for certain words.

    Jack's test for autism is next Friday the 14th. I'm very curious to see what's going on with him. In some areas, he appears to be neurotypical. In other areas, he seems atypical. And in some ways, he's off the chart, very advanced for his age. I don't get it.

    I am not sure what next Friday will bring, but I do know that my son is different. Autistic? I don't know for sure, but I don't think he is because he's social. He can't be an Asperger's kid because he had a speech delay earlier. Gifted, perhaps? I don't know anymore. Splinter skills? It's possible. Does he need some work? Sure, don't we all? Is this all manageable? You bet.

    Livie's along for the ride, having attended nearly every therapy session he's ever had (DT, OT, ST, and a DT playgroup). She has learned everything he has learned. It's clear to me that she does not have SPD at all. I know that for sure.

    But how odd is it for both Livie and Jack to have such amazing memories? They never forget a thing, which is why they know exactly how to swear in the right context.

    Over one hundred books and more than two hundred songs committed to memory...I know adults who can't do that. What's going on with my kids?

    Wednesday, December 05, 2007

    One Lucky Mama...


    Need I say more?

    Tuesday, December 04, 2007

    Winter Haikus For You...

    Icicles, wind, snow;
    my feet are like blocks of ice.
    Turn the heat up, please.

    Snowflakes on my face
    make my nose so cold it burns.
    Frostbite is to come.

    Waiting for hours,
    the line for Santa is long.
    Mommy, let's go home.

    Care to join me? If so, leave your haiku in the comments.

    Monday, December 03, 2007

    You're Invited... a very special tea party given by two very special little people.

    Sunday, December 02, 2007

    Deck The Halls...

    The outside lights now adorn our bushes and front door. The tree is up and decorated. Now the war begins. We will spend the next month telling Jack not to touch the ornaments. That's what Christmas is all about, right? Livie's not all that interested in the tree. It must be too big of a thing for her to process just yet. She's busy telling Jack not to touch it, too. She's such a Little Mommy.

    There's dangerous ice on the roadways and snow on the ground. It's supposed to all melt by tomorrow. I must say it was nice to be home with the kids and my husband during the storm. We got a lot of decorating done while they napped and when they woke up, they noticed everything was a bit different. I remember when it was just us, no kids. The house seems so much warmer with them. Last night, when I put Jack in his crib, he said, "I love my sister. Livie go night-night." I told him it was the sweetest thing for him to say and that he had to be quiet because she was tired and needed her rest. Do you know what he did? He went to sleep, instead of singing, making noise, and using his crib as a wrestling ring. Yeah, that's how much he loves his sister. The only noise he was really making was from his coughing; yeah, he's not over his cold yet (or he got it back again).

    I can't believe Christmas is so close. It seems to come faster and faster each year. Maybe it's just because I have kids.

    In other news, I got a letter from EI saying that Jack's OT supplies are in and will be delivered, probably by his therapist. He's getting a trampoline with handles (for proprioceptive input), an oral motor jiggler (for his oral sensory issues that don't seem to be nearly as bad as they were two months ago; he doesn't put much in his mouth anymore, just his hands, but I think it's due to teething from his molars), and a weighted vest (for proprioceptive input). I can't wait until they come. We've been waiting months for these.

    I guess this means we'll have two trampolines in the house now. My mother-in-law got Jack one (with handles, of course) for Christmas and it makes all kinds of sound effects when he jumps. Both kids will be having fun with these, I'm sure.

    All this Christmas decorating has put me in the mood for some eggnog.

    Saturday, December 01, 2007

    Deadly Virus...

    The Center for Disease Control has issued a medical alert about a highly contagious, potentially dangerous virus that is transmitted orally, by hand, and even electronically.

    This virus is called Weary Overload Recreational Killer (WORK). If you receive WORK from your boss, any of your colleagues, or anyone else via any means whatsoever - DO NOT TOUCH IT. This virus will wipe out your private life completely.

    If you should come into contact with WORK you should immediately leave the premises. Take two good friends to the nearest grocery store and purchase one or both of the antidotes - Work Isolating Neutralizer Extract (WINE) and Bothersome Employer Elimination Rebooter (BEER). Take the antidote repeatedly until WORK has been completely eliminated from your system.

    Sidenote: Um, yeah. Yesterday was a bad day at work, hence this post.