Beauty Pageants and Barf

  I know what you’re thinking. “I wonder how Jo is doing with her vertigo?  Also, what’s the deal with beauty pageants for little girls? They’re just creepy.” The answer to your first question is that I’ve started physical therapy to try and help alleviate some of the more bothersome (read frickin annoying) symptoms.  Once…

Enlightening My Son, One Conversation at a Time.

“Mom?” “Yes honey?” “Do you think Andrew will ever talk?” “Well, babe, he already does, in his own little way.” “No.  I mean talk, like you and I.” “I don’t know baby.  We’re working really hard to help him with that, but it’s not as easy for him as it is for us.” “I know. …

This Commercial is Rated "Holy Crap!"

The husband and I have been sick the last few days, which means the kids have been fending for themselves. I hope they’re alright.  I keep hearing this noise that could almost be mistaken for someone wailing “Feed me, please!” but I can’t be sure because I’m deaf in one ear and the other ear could…

Babcia Wala’s Polish Bedtime Nursery Rhyme

My 85 year old Polish grandmother was sitting in my living room tonight, Monchichi tucked in next to her.  The sight of them cuddling together like that was so sweet.  I heard her reciting what sounded like a nursery rhyme, so, tilting my head back and ignoring my Scrabble Slam game for a moment, I began listening carefully from…

Facebook Envy

Recently my husband did something that is proving quite detrimental to his overall health and well being. He started a Facebook account.This has me slightly annoyed.  And by slightly annoyed I mean blindingly pissed.  But I’ve tried to downplay it by offering him technical support: “I’d love to help you cancel your account.” For some reason he hasn’t…

Everyone Loves a Pop Quiz

  Okay boys and girls.  Please take out your #2 pencil.  No peeking at your neighbor’s work and remember, if you get an answer wrong, you’re obviously stupid. In the last five days did Monchichi: a.  Open the car door and try to get out of the car while we were stopped at a red…

Yay

Potty training our eight year old special needs son is, if nothing else, a testament to that age old saying “if it doesn’t kill you it only makes you want to kill yourself.” We try to keep our chins up and our hands covered in latex at all times.  Also, we try to ignore the…