Dear Mean People, You know that saying, “Mean People suck.” Well, it’s true. I don’t understand (maybe because I was raised better) how people can be so judgmental and so cruel sometimes. Seriously, how hard is it to mind your own business? Can’t you just go about your lives the way we go about ours…
Category Archives: Developmentally Delayed
Underestimating Our Children’s Awareness?
Do we underestimate our kids or are we spot on? This question has been floating around my head; though it’s not the first time I’ve had floating thoughts, nor the first time this one has made its rounds, it is at the forefront today. After our wedding fiasco (said lovingly and lightly), we had theories…
New Year’s Resolutions
It’s that time of year again! I am making resolutions, as I always do. I try to make my resolutions small and manageable. One year, I stopped buying magazines for 12 months. I had plenty passed along to me and I borrowed them from the library. The good news is that I accomplished my goal…
Are Perseverations A Deeper Thought Needing A Better Answer?
I’ve learned not to look too deeply into what J’s thinking. Beyond what his needs are, what may cause or did cause a meltdown and how to keep him entertained and growing without meltdowns is about as far as I’ve gone. We’ve been in such a similar space with similar likes and dislikes for so…
A Toy Story
Over the years, many of Precious’ toys have been of the developmental nature. Toys younger than her actual age. We’ve kept a lot of the toddler toys in the house even though Precious turned 5 recently because she still has trouble with them sometimes and we can use them as teaching aids. As the third…
Top Ten Things I am a Little Tired of Hearing
I wish I had a dollar for every time I’ve heard the following ten statements. Because I’d be a rich, rich woman indeed and there’d be no scrounging to get therapy stuff for my kid. Ahem. Without further ado: G-d doesn’t give you more than you can handle. Look, I understand the intent. I really…
The Pity Party is Over
When Precious was born, she was extremely floppy and suffered from extreme hyperbilirubinemia (jaundice). The geneticists came by to check her out in the NICU and asked us all kinds of questions. Some of the least favourite questions they asked were whether or not I drank while I was pregnant (no), or if my husband…
Riding the Roller Coaster
No, this isn’t a post about the amusement park. The kind of roller coaster I’m talking about isn’t fun, and the people lining up to ride it are few and far between. The roller coaster I’m talking about is the one that makes me feel exhilirated when my child learns a new skill, and sad…
All I Want For Christmas
Despite my usual annoyingly cheerful disposition, I’m feeling a little Scrooge-like this year. Bah Humbug. See, this year, Ian will be eight. Every year that passes is another slap in the face, another year that he gets further and further from his milestones. Another year he grows slightly taller and people will no longer mistake…
I Can’t Believe I Said It!
I said it. I can’t believe I said it! The mother of all no-no’s and I used THAT word! I didn’t just use it in a more innocent way when it is directed at an object or situation, but to actually describe another individual. The word hadn’t even completely escaped my mouth when I realized…