“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. …
Enlightening My Son, One Conversation at a Time.
As the World Turns
As many of you know, I suffer from a bunch of crap, but one of the crappiest things is my vertigo. Lately I’ve had the opportunity to narrow down the triggers associated with these debilitating attacks. Knowing what to avoid will surely help me in my struggle to overcome these dizzy spells and allow me to live…
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…
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…