They make it work somehow. They speak their own language. Or in this case, they “shriek” it. And it doesn’t matter whether or not anyone else “gets” it. It just matters that they do. To say that I love these two more than any human should be capable of loving someone else is the greatest understatement…
Monday’s Gonna Suck
She came into our lives three summers ago, a replacement for the therapist who got canned because he had fallen asleep while our four year old son played on the second floor balcony in our home. She didn’t have very big shoes to fill; our biggest requirement? Someone who would stay awake during the three…
How to Be Realistic While Holding Out for a Miracle
Monchichi was twelve months old when he really began to babble. “mmmmmm” “bababababa” “moooooooo” They were sweet sounds for sure, but I took them for granted, because let’s face it, all kids babble right? Had I known then, that just a few short months later silence would overtake him and plunge us into years of…
Take That You Little Turd
I took the kiddos to a birthday party yesterday without my husband. He was stuck at home with some manual labor chores and as I pulled out of the driveway he looked absolutely miserable, holding his 12 pack of imported amber ale in one hand, a large cordless power tool in the other. I tell ya, it…
Another Reason Why I Eat Cheese-Its at 1:00 O’clock in the Morning
Among the mystery cans and salad dressing bottles in the bedamong the in-home therapy each day after schoolthe YouTube videos on repeatthe inappropriate squeals during churchthe stims and elopement that always keep us on our toesthere is that other thing we don’t talk about quite as oftenbecause, after dosing you with what can only be described…
I’m Sorta Not Okay. I Guess.
On Sunday morning, I was awakened by my eight year old in his usual style: climbing on top of me and pulling my hair. He keeps doing it, because despite my best efforts to get him to stop, it works every time. It’s hard to sleep while someone is trying to give you a haircut using their fists.…
Parking Lots Can Be Prolific
I am in the parking lotdigging for keyscomingdown froma pediatric dental visit I am fumbling in my purseamong folded stacks of pre-op papeworkforms I need to fill out for the son thatrefuses to open his mouthandrequires a hospital stay(they better give him an extra turn at the treasure chest for that) She pulls her black suv…