Are you ever taken by surprise by something your kids say…out of the blue? Today at lunch my daughter started a conversation that surprised me on many levels. She was tuned in, took multiple appropriate turns, answered questions and absorbed complex answers. I will savor this one for a long time: The Child: “Mom, I…
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We’re at Camp – A Place I Never Thought We’d Be
Amid the chaos, we’re also off to camp. Today, is our second day here – third counting check in and the wine and cheese social that was planned for the first day…that was new. Camp is a relatively new experience for us. This is our second year, and we’re in the mountains of Colorado with…
Leaping Past the Labels
Monkey is 8 years old and does back handsprings in my living room. Not my favorite place for that, admittedly, but considering as a toddler in foster care she was Failure to Thrive, and that she has Bipolar and Anxiety… I’m just happy she’s doing any leaping at all! Gymnastics and dance get her through…
Special Needs Parents are Broke
Ok, that was a HUGE general asumption. I get that. I’m sure not ALL of us are broke, but most of us would go to the ends of the earth for our children (regardless if they’re special needs or not), so here is the question I’m posing today. Why are toys geared towards children with…
Tag Along
I don’t have much to say this week so I’m posting these photos of my Precious from this week. Here she is at a piano recital for her sister last week. Precious wanted to wear fairy wings and a Minnie Mouse headband and I said “why the heck not?” Our neighbours were selling their ‘tag-along’…
Time to Reboot!
I’ve been MIA due to a viral infection. Thankfully, not my kids or me. This time, it was Dell, my darling laptop! Timing is NEVER good for this sort of thing. I was in the process of redesigning The Boys’ discreet trial curriculum, writing out my blue-sky-scenario for our encore performance of kindergarten and investigating the pros…
Anticipation of Orthopedic visit
It’s the night before surgery, and the house is a wreck. Tristan is sleeping but the bag is not packed. I’m on the internet, Steve’s watching t.v. We’re both in denial that it’ll soon be here. Early to rise, to arrive at 6:00, not looking forward this, I feel sick at the thought. I think…
Week of Lasts
Monday was the last day I could take the twins to preschool and run home for two hours of uninterrupted work at my desk. Yesterday was the last day of phonology group therapy for my boy…until the Fall. Today is the last day of preschool – a class picnic that moms and dads attend. Tomorrow…
Stop Staring at the Screen
STOP LOOKING! …at that screen I tell myself as I watch the squiggly lines of blue, green and red make their mark on the EEG monitor. It’s not like it’s going to tell me anything. It’s not like I’m going to stare hard enough, long enough, likely drying out my contacts…and decipher electroencephalograms on this…
Our Bipolar Happy Hour
It’s always the same. Like Bill Murray’s movie, Groundhog Day. It’s the same in our home every single day, no matter what we do, what medications we try, what therapies we employ. My 9 year old just lives on the relentless Bipolar mood roller coaster. Every. single. day. Every day: …I wake her gently, quietly……