If there’s one thing we really strive for in monchichi’s therapy program, it’s to generalize his new skills and use them outside of his immediate community, so that we know he has mastered a particular task. Lately, I find that I too have begun to generalize some of the things I have learned in his program.…
1 in 100 (Or Something Like That)
There is a mommy-to-beout theresomewhererubbing her bellystocking up on antacidsbecause she’seating for two (and maybe, sometimes, when no one’s looking, for three) Shespends hoursresearching the best carseat/stroller systemsdaydreaming while doing the dishesabout walks in the parksletting strangers take sneak peaksat the most gorgeous baby ever to be born Her husbanddutifully goes to work each daysocking…
Tonight We Will Sing Happy Birthday For the 1,356th Time This year. But Really Mean It This Time.
I imagined you a thousand timesas you rolled in my bellywhile I read Dave Barry booksand ate pancakes that resembleda mid-size sedan You signaled you were readywhile I was pumping gasinto a car that had an empty (and clean) backseatand I begged daddy to get me that giant burritobut he floored it and got me…
There Are Certain Things I Wouldn’t Want to Change
It is no secret that I loathe youand all that you take away from my little boy That he cannottell mewhen his tummy hurtsor mention his boring day at schoolrecall the scary dream he had last nightor pout at the dinner table, and tell me that he hates my cooking(I wouldn’t even care if he said that, by…
A Tiny Glimpse Into the Inner-Workings of a Miracle
“Did you have a good day at school today baby?”“No.” “Do you like riding on the bus?”“No.” “Are you hungry?”“No.” “Do you love mommy?”“No.” “Do you want to go potty?”“No.” “Do you want to watch Lightning McQueen?”“………yeth” Unconcerned with how much he really understandsMarveling at how perfect the little stinker’s “No” soundsSort of misleadingAs if…
God Doesn’t Care Where You Sit, As Long As You Aren’t Picking Your Nose in the Pew
Nothing challenges my faith in a merciful Lord like a Sunday morning mass filled with wailing babies and booger-eating toddlers. I’m not sure what the Bible’s official position on the latter is, but I’m sure it involves the fiery pits of hell because gross, eating your boogers should be a mortal sin. I go to church…
Whatever Makes His Day Easier…..Right?
As Monchichi gets on the bus, he takes his sweet time picking out which giant seat he wants to sit in. I tell his bus driver, Veronica, how nice it is of her to let him spend a few moments figuring out the perfect place to plant his tiny keister. “Whatever makes his day easier,” She says with…