Our son Little D was diagnosed a little over a year ago with being in the autism spectrum. He is now believed to have Asperger's Syndrome. If you would have told me a year ago that he would be the kid he is today, I would have thought you were lying. A year ago I was unsure about LD's future. I didn't know if he would have even a glimpse of a normal life. Now....the sky is the limit for what LD can achieve.
One year ago at this time our son could not communicate any of his needs verbally. He had many behavioral issues. His sensory issues were so bad and we had no idea how to deal with them. We were at a loss.
Now, our son is talking overtime and won't shut up! LOL He still has behavioral issues but we are learning more about them each day. His sensory issues can still be trying but at least we have techniques that help him get through the incidences.
Here is a little tidbit about what our little man has....Asperger's Syndrome:
History
Asperger's Disorder was first described in the 1940s by Viennese pediatrician Hans Asperger who observed autistic-like behaviors and difficulties with social and communication skills in boys who had normal intelligence and language development. Many professionals felt Asperger's Disorder was simply a milder form of autism and used the term "high-functioning autism" to describe these individuals. Professor Uta Frith, with the Institute of Cognitive Neuroscience of University College London and author of Autism and Asperger Syndrome, describes individuals with Asperger's Disorder as "having a dash of Autism." Asperger's Disorder was added to the American Psychiatric Association's Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM-IV) in 1994 as a separate disorder from autism. However, there are still many professionals who consider Asperger's Disorder a less severe form of autism.
Characteristics
What distinguishes Asperger's Disorder from Autism Disorder is the severity of the symptoms and the absence of language delays. Children with Asperger's Disorder may be only mildly affected and frequently have good language and cognitive skills. To the untrained observer, a child with Asperger's Disorder may just seem like a normal child behaving differently.
Children with autism are frequently seen as aloof and uninterested in others. This is not the case with Asperger's Disorder. Individuals with Asperger's Disorder usually want to fit in and have interaction with others; they simply don't know how to do it. They may be socially awkward, not understanding of conventional social rules, or show a lack of empathy. They may have limited eye contact, seem to be unengaged in a conversation, and not understand the use of gestures.
Interests in a particular subject may border on the obsessive. Children with Asperger's Disorder frequently like to collect categories of things, such as rocks or bottle caps. They may be proficient in knowing categories of information, such as baseball statistics or Latin names of flowers. While they may have good rote memory skills, they have difficulty with abstract concepts.
One of the major differences between Asperger's Disorder and autism is that, by definition, there is no speech delay in Asperger's. In fact, children with Asperger's Disorder frequently have good language skills; they simply use language in different ways. Speech patterns may be unusual, lack inflection or have a rhythmic nature, or it may be formal, but too loud or high pitched. Children with Asperger's Disorder may not understand the subtleties of language, such as irony and humor, or they may not understand the give-and- take nature of a conversation.
Another distinction between Asperger's Disorder and autism concerns cognitive ability. While some individuals with autism experience mental retardation, by definition a person with Asperger's Disorder cannot possess a "clinically significant" cognitive delay and most possess average to above average intelligence.
While motor difficulties are not a specific criteria for Asperger's, children with Asperger's Disorder frequently have motor skill delays and may appear clumsy or awkward.
Diagnosis
Diagnosis of Asperger's Disorder is on the increase, although it is unclear whether it is more prevalent or whether more professionals are detecting it. The symptoms for Asperger's Disorder are the same as those listed for autism in the DSM-IV; however, children with AS do not have delays in the area of communication and language. In fact, to be diagnosed with Asperger’s, a child must have normal language development as well as normal intelligence. The DSM-IV criteria for AS specifies that the individual must have "severe and sustained impairment in social interaction, and the development of restricted, repetitive patterns of behavior, interests and activities that must cause clinically significant impairment in social, occupational or other important areas of functioning."
The first step to diagnosis is an assessment, including a developmental history and observation. This should be done by medical professionals experienced with autism and other PDDs. If Asperger's Disorder or high-functioning autism is suspected, the diagnosis of autism will generally be ruled out first. Early diagnosis is also important as children with Asperger's Disorder who are diagnosed and treated early in life have an increased chance of being successful in school and eventually living independently. To learn more, see Consulting with Professionals.
This information is from The Autism Society of America. To find out more about autism...please go to: http://www.autism-society.org/site/PageServer
One child in every 150 is diagnosed with autism. Out of every 5 children, 4 are boys. These children need your compassion and understanding and your support to be heard. Please don't let this month go by without informing yourself a little more about autism.
Thank you from our family and from my beautiful boy who just happens to live life walking to a different beat then the rest of us.
God bless you.
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Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Yes it really is our anniversary
And the whole day has went by and I don't think either hubby nor I even thought to say HAPPY ANNIVERSARY to each other. What does that say about us? LOL
We aren't mad at each other. We aren't even frustrated with each other. I just don't think either of us has it in us to think of this day as any other day. It just is what it is.
So anyways....it's been 6 years since we tied the knot. We got married on Sweetest Day in 2001 just 39 days after the Twin Towers were attacked. How's that for starting your marriage off realizing how much you really mean to each other? We knew from that point on how fleeting life was and there are no guarantees that we will be here tomorrow. I guess that has made us respect and love each other that much deeper because we can't know how long we will have each other.
Well, onward and upward with the happier stuff. We enjoyed the morning at the park with the kids. While Little D found it fun to try to leave with other families (I guess we just aren't meeting his standards or something)...Princess Grabby Hands decided to wander the streets...LITERALLY! She kept making a bee line for the parking lot keeping mom and dad (mainly daddy) on their toes. What a little stinker. Apparently the fun park stuff wasn't doing it for her...she wanted to go play out in traffic!
Six years have passed since we said I do. Are we more in love? Maybe. Are we sick of each other yet? I don't think so. Hey...neither of us has ripped the others head clear off his neck. I think that says something right there! LOL
So this year starts the 7 year itch. I doubt it will effect us in any way. I don't either of us has any energy to want to start a new relationship with anyone else. I doubt either of us would find anyone better for each other anyways. We balance each other too well. While hubby is an eternal pessimist, I'm the cheerleader optimist. Even when I am in a funk, hubby turns it around and becomes the cheerleader for me. We just switch roles seamlessly sometimes as the need arises.
So here is to another 6 years and beyond. I just pray that we will both be on this earth to grow old together and see our grandchildren and great grandchildren. We have to be able to spoil with abandon someday don't we? Can't do it to our own kids or else pandemonium would ensue....have to wait for grandchildren!
We aren't mad at each other. We aren't even frustrated with each other. I just don't think either of us has it in us to think of this day as any other day. It just is what it is.
So anyways....it's been 6 years since we tied the knot. We got married on Sweetest Day in 2001 just 39 days after the Twin Towers were attacked. How's that for starting your marriage off realizing how much you really mean to each other? We knew from that point on how fleeting life was and there are no guarantees that we will be here tomorrow. I guess that has made us respect and love each other that much deeper because we can't know how long we will have each other.
Well, onward and upward with the happier stuff. We enjoyed the morning at the park with the kids. While Little D found it fun to try to leave with other families (I guess we just aren't meeting his standards or something)...Princess Grabby Hands decided to wander the streets...LITERALLY! She kept making a bee line for the parking lot keeping mom and dad (mainly daddy) on their toes. What a little stinker. Apparently the fun park stuff wasn't doing it for her...she wanted to go play out in traffic!
Six years have passed since we said I do. Are we more in love? Maybe. Are we sick of each other yet? I don't think so. Hey...neither of us has ripped the others head clear off his neck. I think that says something right there! LOL
So this year starts the 7 year itch. I doubt it will effect us in any way. I don't either of us has any energy to want to start a new relationship with anyone else. I doubt either of us would find anyone better for each other anyways. We balance each other too well. While hubby is an eternal pessimist, I'm the cheerleader optimist. Even when I am in a funk, hubby turns it around and becomes the cheerleader for me. We just switch roles seamlessly sometimes as the need arises.
So here is to another 6 years and beyond. I just pray that we will both be on this earth to grow old together and see our grandchildren and great grandchildren. We have to be able to spoil with abandon someday don't we? Can't do it to our own kids or else pandemonium would ensue....have to wait for grandchildren!
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Why must I be the keeper of the toilet paper?
Am I the only adult capable in this house to change the roll? I guess so!
I can almost guarantee that if there is a roll that is almost empty, hubby will use all but 2 sheets of toilet paper to avoid changing the roll. You know....IT'S NOT EMPTY YET....as the excuse. Yeah, like what can I do with 2 sheets of toilet paper? Pick a booger? I couldn't even blow my nose with that small amount!
The last time I went into the bathroom I made sure to tell hubby to bring a roll in with him since it is almost empty. That was earlier this afternoon. I go in there a few minutes ago (mind you this is now about 8 hours later) and find the roll with a few wisps of toilet paper hanging off of it and the new roll still sitting on the back of the toilet.
I think this is an epidemic. I know many other "Keepers of the toilet paper" as well and their complaints are the same. I guess pushing that spindle together to pop out, pulling the cardboard roll off, sliding the new roll on and then pushing the spindle back into the holder is just too hard.
Maybe we should start a school. "TOILET PAPER INSTILLATION FOR THE ROLL REMOVAL CHALLANGED 101" We'll save 102 for recognizing that the roll will be empty enough soon to make sure another roll is available for the next person in case they need it. I can guarantee that there would be a line of wives out the door signing up husbands and kids left and right. Now if we could actually get said husbands and kids to attend the class...that is the problem.
So...off I go keeping fannies wiped and keeping females from having to drip dry. Into the night I whoosh making sure that nobody is needing to yell through the door "I NEED A ROLL!" For I am KEEPER OF THE TOILET PAPER! The mightiest of all!
So join me! KEEPERS OF THE TOILET PAPER UNITE! Or is it untie? No matter, I will keep all toilet paper spindles filled or die trying! Or maybe it's try dying...no no no! Maybe do some tie dying? Whichever! AND I'M OFF! >Way off....just ask my hubby!<
I can almost guarantee that if there is a roll that is almost empty, hubby will use all but 2 sheets of toilet paper to avoid changing the roll. You know....IT'S NOT EMPTY YET....as the excuse. Yeah, like what can I do with 2 sheets of toilet paper? Pick a booger? I couldn't even blow my nose with that small amount!
The last time I went into the bathroom I made sure to tell hubby to bring a roll in with him since it is almost empty. That was earlier this afternoon. I go in there a few minutes ago (mind you this is now about 8 hours later) and find the roll with a few wisps of toilet paper hanging off of it and the new roll still sitting on the back of the toilet.
I think this is an epidemic. I know many other "Keepers of the toilet paper" as well and their complaints are the same. I guess pushing that spindle together to pop out, pulling the cardboard roll off, sliding the new roll on and then pushing the spindle back into the holder is just too hard.
Maybe we should start a school. "TOILET PAPER INSTILLATION FOR THE ROLL REMOVAL CHALLANGED 101" We'll save 102 for recognizing that the roll will be empty enough soon to make sure another roll is available for the next person in case they need it. I can guarantee that there would be a line of wives out the door signing up husbands and kids left and right. Now if we could actually get said husbands and kids to attend the class...that is the problem.
So...off I go keeping fannies wiped and keeping females from having to drip dry. Into the night I whoosh making sure that nobody is needing to yell through the door "I NEED A ROLL!" For I am KEEPER OF THE TOILET PAPER! The mightiest of all!
So join me! KEEPERS OF THE TOILET PAPER UNITE! Or is it untie? No matter, I will keep all toilet paper spindles filled or die trying! Or maybe it's try dying...no no no! Maybe do some tie dying? Whichever! AND I'M OFF! >Way off....just ask my hubby!<
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
We go Grandma's house
I know if Little D could dig a tunnel the whole 16 miles to Grandma's house, he would in a heartbeat. Every single time we get in the van, the first thing he says is "WE GO GRANDMA'S HOUSE!" 90% of the time he is wrong and lets us know how upset he is that we aren't going the direction he thinks we should.
LD is always trying to "tell" us which way to go by saying "THAT WAY" and pointing in a direction. Incredibly, he always points in the direction that Grandma lives no matter which way we are going. How does a two year old do that? It's almost freaky!
One day we are going to follow his pointing and see if he leads us there. I will probably fall over laughing if he did. The child cannot remember that we just told him to pick up his toys but he can remember which direction Grandma's house is no matter how long it's been since we've gone there last.
Grandma just promised him the pumpkin farm next week. I know he is going to love it. We will go to Grandma's house and LD will not care that we are going to see pumpkins (although he talks about them constantly all the time). He will only care that Grandma is getting in the van with us to go there, too.
My hubby has a daddy's girl with Princess Grabby Hands. I have a momma's boy with LD but the second Grandma is in the picture....mommy becomes chopped liver! Oh the humanity! LOL
LD is always trying to "tell" us which way to go by saying "THAT WAY" and pointing in a direction. Incredibly, he always points in the direction that Grandma lives no matter which way we are going. How does a two year old do that? It's almost freaky!
One day we are going to follow his pointing and see if he leads us there. I will probably fall over laughing if he did. The child cannot remember that we just told him to pick up his toys but he can remember which direction Grandma's house is no matter how long it's been since we've gone there last.
Grandma just promised him the pumpkin farm next week. I know he is going to love it. We will go to Grandma's house and LD will not care that we are going to see pumpkins (although he talks about them constantly all the time). He will only care that Grandma is getting in the van with us to go there, too.
My hubby has a daddy's girl with Princess Grabby Hands. I have a momma's boy with LD but the second Grandma is in the picture....mommy becomes chopped liver! Oh the humanity! LOL
Sunday, September 23, 2007
It takes so little to make me happy
I have some things for sale on eBay. One of the items went up by a quarter in the last minute. I squealed with delight. How incredibly silly is that?
I tell ya! My hubby says it is way too easy to make me happy and I'm a super cheap date. That's me! If I am what I eat then I'm cheap, fast and easy!
I don't ever want gifts. I never want to go anywhere. I don't drink. I don't buy expensive perfumes or anything for myself. I don't wear make up often. I don't wear much jewelry. I must be the lowest maintenance wife just above the Amish!
For Christmas, my birthday and Mother's Day, my hubby says it's like pulling teeth to find out what to get me for a gift. I never want anything really. On rare occasion I have gotten a gift certificate for a manicure and pedicure and it takes me a while to use it. I still haven't gone for that hubby told me to go get back in January.
Why do I do this? Why do I not care? I mean, I am glad I am not materialistic but how come I am not that upset about putting myself last? I am a woman! I should care about this stuff.
I think I am part alien. I really do. What other woman does not want anything? What other woman gets excited over a stinking quarter increase in an auction she is selling?
I am pathetic! I need a life I guess! LOL
I tell ya! My hubby says it is way too easy to make me happy and I'm a super cheap date. That's me! If I am what I eat then I'm cheap, fast and easy!
I don't ever want gifts. I never want to go anywhere. I don't drink. I don't buy expensive perfumes or anything for myself. I don't wear make up often. I don't wear much jewelry. I must be the lowest maintenance wife just above the Amish!
For Christmas, my birthday and Mother's Day, my hubby says it's like pulling teeth to find out what to get me for a gift. I never want anything really. On rare occasion I have gotten a gift certificate for a manicure and pedicure and it takes me a while to use it. I still haven't gone for that hubby told me to go get back in January.
Why do I do this? Why do I not care? I mean, I am glad I am not materialistic but how come I am not that upset about putting myself last? I am a woman! I should care about this stuff.
I think I am part alien. I really do. What other woman does not want anything? What other woman gets excited over a stinking quarter increase in an auction she is selling?
I am pathetic! I need a life I guess! LOL
Sunday, September 9, 2007
Shhhhh.....I'm selling hubby's comics!
So I am doing auctions on hubby's comics. Here they all are is:http://search.ebay.com/_W0QQsassZaimers1212
I am so tired of having something we don't need taking up space that we don't have. He hasn't touched the darn things since I met him almost 8 years ago. I am constantly cleaning out things of mine to make more room. Per my previous blog, we just cleaned out the kids stuff. It's time the big kid in the family cleaned out his stuff.
So do you think he will be mad? At this point, I don't know and I know he'll read this blog so he'll find out before long. He usually reads my blogs at least every few days. It's not that I don't care but come on! It's time to move on!
Well, he thinks I'm bluffing, I guess he'll find out differently. I know ultimately he won't be mad but he will be more bummed like a little kid told to wait until after dinner to have some cookies. I think he kind of wants to get rid of them but doesn't have the gumption to do it himself because he can't deal with going through them.
He always leaves it to me to get rid of something he can't bring himself to get rid of himself but doesn't want it anymore. He did this with some old clothes his grandmother gave him that he wore in the 70's. He said "if they disappear I don't want to know what happened to them" and they soon after disappeared into the great beyond. He asked where they were and I said somewhere besides here and he just smiled and walked away.
It's time for the comics to move on to the great beyond. It's time for someone else to enjoy them. He doesn't touch them and probably will never touch them again. They will just turn nasty and yellow and old. Time for them to go away.
I guess we'll find out before long! Sweetie...if you read this...YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU! LOL Think of all that space we can put other junk! Suck it up sweetie and wave goodbye to all those comics. I know you won't miss them!
>>>>Do you think that was enough kissing up to hubby? LOL<<<<
I am so tired of having something we don't need taking up space that we don't have. He hasn't touched the darn things since I met him almost 8 years ago. I am constantly cleaning out things of mine to make more room. Per my previous blog, we just cleaned out the kids stuff. It's time the big kid in the family cleaned out his stuff.
So do you think he will be mad? At this point, I don't know and I know he'll read this blog so he'll find out before long. He usually reads my blogs at least every few days. It's not that I don't care but come on! It's time to move on!
Well, he thinks I'm bluffing, I guess he'll find out differently. I know ultimately he won't be mad but he will be more bummed like a little kid told to wait until after dinner to have some cookies. I think he kind of wants to get rid of them but doesn't have the gumption to do it himself because he can't deal with going through them.
He always leaves it to me to get rid of something he can't bring himself to get rid of himself but doesn't want it anymore. He did this with some old clothes his grandmother gave him that he wore in the 70's. He said "if they disappear I don't want to know what happened to them" and they soon after disappeared into the great beyond. He asked where they were and I said somewhere besides here and he just smiled and walked away.
It's time for the comics to move on to the great beyond. It's time for someone else to enjoy them. He doesn't touch them and probably will never touch them again. They will just turn nasty and yellow and old. Time for them to go away.
I guess we'll find out before long! Sweetie...if you read this...YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU! LOL Think of all that space we can put other junk! Suck it up sweetie and wave goodbye to all those comics. I know you won't miss them!
>>>>Do you think that was enough kissing up to hubby? LOL<<<<
Monday, September 3, 2007
They keep looking at me
Ok...so this one isn't for the faint of heart. Turn back now before your retinas burn out from what you are about to read.
I was having a rather intellectual conversation with my hubby last night....at least I seemed to think it was. I got up to use the bathroom but turned to finish the topic first. After a few moments I realized he had absolutely no idea what I was saying. Noticing that I stopped talking, he just looked up and said "Put those things away, they keep looking at me." It took me a minute to realize what he was talking about.
Well, yes, it was my chest. I happened to be in a pair of baggy pajama bottoms and a white t-shirt with no bra (it was almost bedtime) and let's just say that I definitely didn't have to stuff with cotton what God had forgotten. Being that I was pretty much pregnant or nursing for the better part of three years, the size DD chest that I had grown accustomed to has now turned into an F. You flat chested gals need not throw tomatoes at me now, they are no fun at all! I will gladly be a donor to many of you!
So, here is the conversation as it happened:
Him: Put those things away, they keep looking at me.
Me: What?
Him: Those, they are distracting me.
Me: Well, nobody told you to look. And, besides, they aren't looking at you, they are looking at the floor.
Him: What? The floor?
Me: Yes, the floor. These girls haven't looked straight ahead in years. Right now, in fact, they are looking at the cat on the floor if you want to get technical about it.
Him: (rolling eyes) But I still like them.
At that, I walked into the bathroom and thought about it. It's quiet in there and I can do a lot of my best thinking in there even if it's just standing around doing nothing. Guys read in there, I think in there. If anyone has a problem with that, then so be it!
Anywho, I got to thinking about "them". I thought about how much "they" changed in the last few years. How much my whole body changed since having so many changes over the last three and a half years. I looked down at my body and thought that maybe my chest wasn't drooping just to droop. Looking down at my belly which was never firm but was never this "floppy" before made me really think about it. Maybe my chest is just commiserating with my belly and showing solidarity by not letting it be the only thing to head south. Maybe my chest felt sorry for my belly. I can live with that, a chest with sympathy.
This body, the one that lost and gained and lost and gained 30 to 50 pounds over the last few years is now a mom. The hips that used to fit easier into pants but now look like I'm wearing "riding" pants most of the time b/c of the saddle bags that now reside there. The middle never was flat but now it has more rolls then a bakery. How so much can change in such a small amount of time.
Now I'm sure the pregnancies alone did this to me. It could not have been any of those little miniature powdered doughnuts that I craved all the time or the 2 pound bags of M&M's that I downed in a week. Yes, my diet was wonderful during those cravings, wasn't it?
Before bed, I checked in on my kids as they slept. Little D was looking like a hit and run victim as usual. That child always has limbs in the most unnatural positions when he sleeps. Princess Grabby Hands, with those hands still for the first time that day, was sleeping in her usual "butt in the air" position with everything else curled under her.
I went in my room and looked down at my body once more. It seemed to look more like a soft place to sleep then a bunch of chubby rolls. It looked more like a big firm hip to hold a child that was tired after playing at the park then a saddle bag that made my pants fit funny. My chest looked like it was still deflated but at least I know they got that way for good reasons. Nothing too pretty about a deflated chest! Sorry, couldn't get any revelations on that one.
It's funny how your views of things in everyday life can change with just a glance of your kids. They change your life in all sorts of ways. Your days are busier. Your schedule becomes more hectic. Your time, body and life is no longer your own. But, you know what? I wouldn't have it any other way. I just have to hear one "I wuv you mom" and it all makes it worth while (even more so for me because of my son's disability). One nuzzle from your one year old little girl and the stress of the day melts away.
This body is now their safety net. It's their soft place to land. It's love. It's now me and what I'm all about and I'm loving every minute of it even on my most stress filled day!
I was having a rather intellectual conversation with my hubby last night....at least I seemed to think it was. I got up to use the bathroom but turned to finish the topic first. After a few moments I realized he had absolutely no idea what I was saying. Noticing that I stopped talking, he just looked up and said "Put those things away, they keep looking at me." It took me a minute to realize what he was talking about.
Well, yes, it was my chest. I happened to be in a pair of baggy pajama bottoms and a white t-shirt with no bra (it was almost bedtime) and let's just say that I definitely didn't have to stuff with cotton what God had forgotten. Being that I was pretty much pregnant or nursing for the better part of three years, the size DD chest that I had grown accustomed to has now turned into an F. You flat chested gals need not throw tomatoes at me now, they are no fun at all! I will gladly be a donor to many of you!
So, here is the conversation as it happened:
Him: Put those things away, they keep looking at me.
Me: What?
Him: Those, they are distracting me.
Me: Well, nobody told you to look. And, besides, they aren't looking at you, they are looking at the floor.
Him: What? The floor?
Me: Yes, the floor. These girls haven't looked straight ahead in years. Right now, in fact, they are looking at the cat on the floor if you want to get technical about it.
Him: (rolling eyes) But I still like them.
At that, I walked into the bathroom and thought about it. It's quiet in there and I can do a lot of my best thinking in there even if it's just standing around doing nothing. Guys read in there, I think in there. If anyone has a problem with that, then so be it!
Anywho, I got to thinking about "them". I thought about how much "they" changed in the last few years. How much my whole body changed since having so many changes over the last three and a half years. I looked down at my body and thought that maybe my chest wasn't drooping just to droop. Looking down at my belly which was never firm but was never this "floppy" before made me really think about it. Maybe my chest is just commiserating with my belly and showing solidarity by not letting it be the only thing to head south. Maybe my chest felt sorry for my belly. I can live with that, a chest with sympathy.
This body, the one that lost and gained and lost and gained 30 to 50 pounds over the last few years is now a mom. The hips that used to fit easier into pants but now look like I'm wearing "riding" pants most of the time b/c of the saddle bags that now reside there. The middle never was flat but now it has more rolls then a bakery. How so much can change in such a small amount of time.
Now I'm sure the pregnancies alone did this to me. It could not have been any of those little miniature powdered doughnuts that I craved all the time or the 2 pound bags of M&M's that I downed in a week. Yes, my diet was wonderful during those cravings, wasn't it?
Before bed, I checked in on my kids as they slept. Little D was looking like a hit and run victim as usual. That child always has limbs in the most unnatural positions when he sleeps. Princess Grabby Hands, with those hands still for the first time that day, was sleeping in her usual "butt in the air" position with everything else curled under her.
I went in my room and looked down at my body once more. It seemed to look more like a soft place to sleep then a bunch of chubby rolls. It looked more like a big firm hip to hold a child that was tired after playing at the park then a saddle bag that made my pants fit funny. My chest looked like it was still deflated but at least I know they got that way for good reasons. Nothing too pretty about a deflated chest! Sorry, couldn't get any revelations on that one.
It's funny how your views of things in everyday life can change with just a glance of your kids. They change your life in all sorts of ways. Your days are busier. Your schedule becomes more hectic. Your time, body and life is no longer your own. But, you know what? I wouldn't have it any other way. I just have to hear one "I wuv you mom" and it all makes it worth while (even more so for me because of my son's disability). One nuzzle from your one year old little girl and the stress of the day melts away.
This body is now their safety net. It's their soft place to land. It's love. It's now me and what I'm all about and I'm loving every minute of it even on my most stress filled day!
Saturday, September 1, 2007
This stinking computer!
So now that I've succeeded in making my hubby feel 3" tall....I can finally breath for a moment. I HATE COMPUTERS SOMETIMES!
Yes, I've apologized to my hubby. I was so frustrated that I couldn't see straight. Between being sick, the house being a wreck and having a really silly blog to write that revolved around a picture that I couldn't upload because my camera could not be detected by my computer....I am done with this day!
My camera uploaded pictures to my computer about 16 days ago (last time I uploaded...yes I know, I don't take enough pictures...join the club of those that are desperately trying to get me to scrapbook but will never succeed). Since 16 days ago, my hubby installed a wireless keyboard and mouse because our old ones went kaput and these were on sale as a set.
Earlier today the computer was running slow. I asked him to check it out and he decided to uninstall some things that we didn't use. For some unknown reason, every time this happens, something of mine gets uninstalled. I don't know how it happens, it just does. Go with me on this. Well, I don't know if it was the installation of the keyboard/mouse combo or the uninstallation of certain programs but my camera will no longer "talk" to my computer through it's USB cord. >>>>BEATING HEAD ON KEYBOARD NOW<<<<>
So...after about an hour of searching high and low for the installation disc that came with the camera (which I think might have accidentally gotten thrown out) and me huffing and puffing with frustration through the whole thing we decide to call the camera company, which will remain nameless, (COUGHCANONCOUGH) to see if they have an online installation because we couldn't find it for my model on their website. They informed us that we can get a new disc....FOR $20 FROM THEM! WHAT??????? I already paid way too much for the stinking camera as it is and had the disc. NOW THEY WANT ME TO PAY FOR ANOTHER DISC? a disc that probably costs them pennies to produce!! What a scam.
Anyways....I apologized to hubby for getting mad at him. He found that we could get a USB thingy (technical term there) that I can put the disc thingy (another technical term) from the camera in and plug it directly into the computer for much cheaper then the stupid disc from the company. He asked if I wanted him to get one now (it's 10 pm) and I said it's up to him but at this point I no longer was in the mood to blog about the picture I was trying to upload (maybe tomorrow night). He went anyways....he's such a good hubby! Hubby points awarded there without trying!
So, now I sit with a camera full of pictures, no way to retrieve them until we see if this USB thingy (yes, yet another technical term) works. FUN!
Well, now that I've vented to you, I feel much better! I can totally try to save face with hubby when he comes back and get back in his good graces (not that he was all that mad at me) and get some more liquid green death in a bottle (see last night's blog) into me and go to bed.
Isn't fun reading about how other people screw up their computers so you can realize that you aren't the only fool on the planet that does these things? We won't even go into why I am now confined to the desktop and no longer have a laptop! That is another story and it probably involved gremlins or something (maybe other little creatures in the house with little sticky hands and cute faces). I may blog about that some day but the feelings are still so raw about that topic that I just can't bare to talk about it! We have yet to have the memorial for that poor, abused laptop. SIGH..................
Adding....hubby just came back and the selection was scarce at Walgreen's (priced too high for what I want to spend...yes I'm cheap) so he said he will run out tomorrow to get one from somewhere else. Even more hubby points for that one.
Yes, I've apologized to my hubby. I was so frustrated that I couldn't see straight. Between being sick, the house being a wreck and having a really silly blog to write that revolved around a picture that I couldn't upload because my camera could not be detected by my computer....I am done with this day!
My camera uploaded pictures to my computer about 16 days ago (last time I uploaded...yes I know, I don't take enough pictures...join the club of those that are desperately trying to get me to scrapbook but will never succeed). Since 16 days ago, my hubby installed a wireless keyboard and mouse because our old ones went kaput and these were on sale as a set.
Earlier today the computer was running slow. I asked him to check it out and he decided to uninstall some things that we didn't use. For some unknown reason, every time this happens, something of mine gets uninstalled. I don't know how it happens, it just does. Go with me on this. Well, I don't know if it was the installation of the keyboard/mouse combo or the uninstallation of certain programs but my camera will no longer "talk" to my computer through it's USB cord. >>>>BEATING HEAD ON KEYBOARD NOW<<<<>
So...after about an hour of searching high and low for the installation disc that came with the camera (which I think might have accidentally gotten thrown out) and me huffing and puffing with frustration through the whole thing we decide to call the camera company, which will remain nameless, (COUGHCANONCOUGH) to see if they have an online installation because we couldn't find it for my model on their website. They informed us that we can get a new disc....FOR $20 FROM THEM! WHAT??????? I already paid way too much for the stinking camera as it is and had the disc. NOW THEY WANT ME TO PAY FOR ANOTHER DISC? a disc that probably costs them pennies to produce!! What a scam.
Anyways....I apologized to hubby for getting mad at him. He found that we could get a USB thingy (technical term there) that I can put the disc thingy (another technical term) from the camera in and plug it directly into the computer for much cheaper then the stupid disc from the company. He asked if I wanted him to get one now (it's 10 pm) and I said it's up to him but at this point I no longer was in the mood to blog about the picture I was trying to upload (maybe tomorrow night). He went anyways....he's such a good hubby! Hubby points awarded there without trying!
So, now I sit with a camera full of pictures, no way to retrieve them until we see if this USB thingy (yes, yet another technical term) works. FUN!
Well, now that I've vented to you, I feel much better! I can totally try to save face with hubby when he comes back and get back in his good graces (not that he was all that mad at me) and get some more liquid green death in a bottle (see last night's blog) into me and go to bed.
Isn't fun reading about how other people screw up their computers so you can realize that you aren't the only fool on the planet that does these things? We won't even go into why I am now confined to the desktop and no longer have a laptop! That is another story and it probably involved gremlins or something (maybe other little creatures in the house with little sticky hands and cute faces). I may blog about that some day but the feelings are still so raw about that topic that I just can't bare to talk about it! We have yet to have the memorial for that poor, abused laptop. SIGH..................
Adding....hubby just came back and the selection was scarce at Walgreen's (priced too high for what I want to spend...yes I'm cheap) so he said he will run out tomorrow to get one from somewhere else. Even more hubby points for that one.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Bless you mommy! Bless me too!
Just call us the house of sickies! Little D had a raspy voice, runny nose and sneezing yesterday. I've been sniffling all over today. Princess Grabby Hands is teething which is never a happy occasion EVER! Add to that....I think I had a touch of food poisoning, but I won't go into the gory details! Aren't you just so happy about that?
LD was sneezing everywhere yesterday so I kept telling him BLESS YOU SWEETIE! After a while he would say BLESS ME before I even had a chance. I would follow it up with YES, BLESS YOU!
Today it's mommy with the nose 'o' sneezes! I feel like someone strapped a whole container of pepper to my nose. Every time I sneezed, LD would say very loudly BLESS YOU MOMMY! BLESS ME TOO!
Ya gotta laugh at that! I guess he was covering his bases just in case! The kid is REALLY blessed!
The really big kid in my house (the one I call hubby) always tells me to take an ANTI HISSY TAB! I get the generic antihistitabs from Wallyworld (b/c the name brand is just too darn expensive). I get really bad sinus headaches sometimes which makes me crabby. (don't know why...aren't I supposed to be all sunshine and lollypops?) Hubby tells me if I take the anti HISSY tabs that I won't HISS at him so much! Yes....I literally do hiss at him when given the chance and I'm in a crabby mood! I feel it's better then yelling or telling him off! LOL
Hopefully we are all sniffle and sneeze free tomorrow. Probably will be just fine only for the simple fact that the kids have a check up tomorrow so they have to prove me a liar that they were ever sick! It never fails! The kids have some really nasty cold or rash or whatever and the second we get into the doctor, they look like a picture of perfect health! You know they have to do it just to spite me! LOL
PGH has had a horrible rash from teething all week and guess what is almost gone tonight? You guessed it! Of course it won't show up when she is on the way to the doctors! That would make sense! I just know that somehow they are doing this on purpose! I don't know how but they have to be! They are kids, they are capable of ANYTHING!
Don't put anything past a toddler!!!! Not even curing their own illness to make you look like a loony mom!
LD was sneezing everywhere yesterday so I kept telling him BLESS YOU SWEETIE! After a while he would say BLESS ME before I even had a chance. I would follow it up with YES, BLESS YOU!
Today it's mommy with the nose 'o' sneezes! I feel like someone strapped a whole container of pepper to my nose. Every time I sneezed, LD would say very loudly BLESS YOU MOMMY! BLESS ME TOO!
Ya gotta laugh at that! I guess he was covering his bases just in case! The kid is REALLY blessed!
The really big kid in my house (the one I call hubby) always tells me to take an ANTI HISSY TAB! I get the generic antihistitabs from Wallyworld (b/c the name brand is just too darn expensive). I get really bad sinus headaches sometimes which makes me crabby. (don't know why...aren't I supposed to be all sunshine and lollypops?) Hubby tells me if I take the anti HISSY tabs that I won't HISS at him so much! Yes....I literally do hiss at him when given the chance and I'm in a crabby mood! I feel it's better then yelling or telling him off! LOL
Hopefully we are all sniffle and sneeze free tomorrow. Probably will be just fine only for the simple fact that the kids have a check up tomorrow so they have to prove me a liar that they were ever sick! It never fails! The kids have some really nasty cold or rash or whatever and the second we get into the doctor, they look like a picture of perfect health! You know they have to do it just to spite me! LOL
PGH has had a horrible rash from teething all week and guess what is almost gone tonight? You guessed it! Of course it won't show up when she is on the way to the doctors! That would make sense! I just know that somehow they are doing this on purpose! I don't know how but they have to be! They are kids, they are capable of ANYTHING!
Don't put anything past a toddler!!!! Not even curing their own illness to make you look like a loony mom!
Saturday, August 25, 2007
WELCOME TO HOLLAND
These are two of my favorite writings. As a mother with an autistic child, this really hits home!
Welcome to Holland!
by Emily Pearl Kingsley
I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel.
It's like this . . . When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guidebooks and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum, the Michalangelo David, the gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting. After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes and says, "Welcome to Holland." "Holland?" you say. "What do you mean Holland? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy." But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.
The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place. So you go out and buy new guidebooks. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met. It's just a different place. It's slower paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around, and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills, Holland has tulips, Holland even has Rembrandts. But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy, and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say, "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned." The pain of that will never go away, because the loss of that dream is a very significant loss. But if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you will never be free to enjoy the very special, very lovely things about Holland.
Celebrating Holland- I'm Home
By Cathy Anthony (my follow-up to the original \Welcome to Holland\ by Emily Perl Kingsley)
I have been in Holland for over a decade now. It has become home. I have had time to catch my breath, to settle and adjust, to accept something different than I'd planned.I reflect back on those years of past when I had first landed in Holland. I remember clearly my shock, my fear, my anger, the pain and uncertainty. In those first few years, I tried to get back to Italy as planned, but Holland was where I was to stay. Today, I can say how far I have come on this unexpected journey. I have learned so much more. But, this too has been a journey of time.
I worked hard. I bought new guidebooks. I learned a new language and I slowly found my way around this new land. I have met others whose plans had changed like mine, and who could share my experience. We supported one another and some have become very special friends.
Some of these fellow travelers had been in Holland longer than I and were seasoned guides, assisting me along the way. Many have encouraged me. Many have taught me to open my eyes to the wonder and gifts to behold in this new land. I have discovered a community of caring. Holland wasn't so bad.
I think that Holland is used to wayward travelers like me and grew to become a land of hospitality, reaching out to welcome, to assist and to support newcomers like me in this new land. Over the years, I've wondered what life would have been like if I'd landed in Italy as planned. Would life have been easier? Would it have been as rewarding? Would I have learned some of the important lessons I hold today?
Sure, this journey has been more challenging and at times I would (and still do) stomp my feet and cry out in frustration and protest. And, yes, Holland is slower paced than Italy and less flashy than Italy, but this too has been an unexpected gift. I have learned to slow down in ways too and look closer at things, with a new appreciation for the remarkable beauty of Holland with its tulips, windmills and Rembrandts.
I have come to love Holland and call it Home.
I have become a world traveler and discovered that it doesn't matter where you land. What's more important is what you make of your journey and how you see and enjoy the very special, the very lovely, things that Holland, or any land, has to offer.
Yes, over a decade ago I landed in a place I hadn't planned. Yet I am thankful, for this destination has been richer than I could have imagined!
Welcome to Holland!
by Emily Pearl Kingsley
I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel.
It's like this . . . When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guidebooks and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum, the Michalangelo David, the gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting. After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes and says, "Welcome to Holland." "Holland?" you say. "What do you mean Holland? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy." But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.
The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place. So you go out and buy new guidebooks. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met. It's just a different place. It's slower paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around, and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills, Holland has tulips, Holland even has Rembrandts. But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy, and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say, "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned." The pain of that will never go away, because the loss of that dream is a very significant loss. But if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you will never be free to enjoy the very special, very lovely things about Holland.
Celebrating Holland- I'm Home
By Cathy Anthony (my follow-up to the original \Welcome to Holland\ by Emily Perl Kingsley)
I have been in Holland for over a decade now. It has become home. I have had time to catch my breath, to settle and adjust, to accept something different than I'd planned.I reflect back on those years of past when I had first landed in Holland. I remember clearly my shock, my fear, my anger, the pain and uncertainty. In those first few years, I tried to get back to Italy as planned, but Holland was where I was to stay. Today, I can say how far I have come on this unexpected journey. I have learned so much more. But, this too has been a journey of time.
I worked hard. I bought new guidebooks. I learned a new language and I slowly found my way around this new land. I have met others whose plans had changed like mine, and who could share my experience. We supported one another and some have become very special friends.
Some of these fellow travelers had been in Holland longer than I and were seasoned guides, assisting me along the way. Many have encouraged me. Many have taught me to open my eyes to the wonder and gifts to behold in this new land. I have discovered a community of caring. Holland wasn't so bad.
I think that Holland is used to wayward travelers like me and grew to become a land of hospitality, reaching out to welcome, to assist and to support newcomers like me in this new land. Over the years, I've wondered what life would have been like if I'd landed in Italy as planned. Would life have been easier? Would it have been as rewarding? Would I have learned some of the important lessons I hold today?
Sure, this journey has been more challenging and at times I would (and still do) stomp my feet and cry out in frustration and protest. And, yes, Holland is slower paced than Italy and less flashy than Italy, but this too has been an unexpected gift. I have learned to slow down in ways too and look closer at things, with a new appreciation for the remarkable beauty of Holland with its tulips, windmills and Rembrandts.
I have come to love Holland and call it Home.
I have become a world traveler and discovered that it doesn't matter where you land. What's more important is what you make of your journey and how you see and enjoy the very special, the very lovely, things that Holland, or any land, has to offer.
Yes, over a decade ago I landed in a place I hadn't planned. Yet I am thankful, for this destination has been richer than I could have imagined!
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
MOMMY MOMMY BELCH
My husband, like any good daddy to a little boy, enjoys teaching Little D that belching is an extremely hilarious activity. Many times I catch him telling LD to come over to him because he has a secret. The secret is always a huge belch in his ear followed by roaring laughter. All I can say is thank GOD I have a little girl to EWWWWWWWWW at both of them with me!
Flash back to last summer. My sweet 19 month old LD is in the shopping cart at the grocery store. I am waddling behind the cart, approximately 400 months pregnant. Ok…a tad exaggeration….only 300 months pregnant. I happened to actually be 8 months pregnant and not realizing that I would be having our sweet Princess Grabby Hands before the end of the week. Not that this fact has to do with anything about to happen but I just needed as much sympathy that only a woman carrying her pregnancy between her knees can gather.
Back to the story. So here is sweet LD in the shopping cart. Mommy pushing and daddy following up close behind seeing what goodies he can swoop into the cart without me looking. Conversation is as follows:
LD: MOMMY MOMMY! (one of only about 12 words the child can speak at this point)
ME: Hold on sweetie.
LD: MOMMY MOMMY!
ME: In a minute.
LD: MOMMY MOMMY!
ME: What D? (wondering what could be so important that he needs to keep shouting this at me)
LD: BBBEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLCCCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHH (yes, he did a man sized belch that he needed me to pay attention to)
I look back to glare at the OTHER SON I have behind me (you know…that overgrown one that I'm married to that will never grow up even when he’s 80). I find him holding onto a store shelf laughing with tears in his eyes. Behind him are two teenage girls giggling and in front of me is a man and his son laughing.
Oh the joy of being a mommy to a little boy!
Flash back to last summer. My sweet 19 month old LD is in the shopping cart at the grocery store. I am waddling behind the cart, approximately 400 months pregnant. Ok…a tad exaggeration….only 300 months pregnant. I happened to actually be 8 months pregnant and not realizing that I would be having our sweet Princess Grabby Hands before the end of the week. Not that this fact has to do with anything about to happen but I just needed as much sympathy that only a woman carrying her pregnancy between her knees can gather.
Back to the story. So here is sweet LD in the shopping cart. Mommy pushing and daddy following up close behind seeing what goodies he can swoop into the cart without me looking. Conversation is as follows:
LD: MOMMY MOMMY! (one of only about 12 words the child can speak at this point)
ME: Hold on sweetie.
LD: MOMMY MOMMY!
ME: In a minute.
LD: MOMMY MOMMY!
ME: What D? (wondering what could be so important that he needs to keep shouting this at me)
LD: BBBEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLCCCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHH (yes, he did a man sized belch that he needed me to pay attention to)
I look back to glare at the OTHER SON I have behind me (you know…that overgrown one that I'm married to that will never grow up even when he’s 80). I find him holding onto a store shelf laughing with tears in his eyes. Behind him are two teenage girls giggling and in front of me is a man and his son laughing.
Oh the joy of being a mommy to a little boy!
HEY GUYS! WHAT'S GOING ON?
Setting the scene last night:
8:30 pm. Little D and Princess Grabby Hands have been in bed for an hour and a half now. While PGH is snoozing, I hear LD counting loudly in his bedroom. My guess is as good as yours. Maybe he’s counting sheep….who knows!
I’m sitting at the computer and daddy is washing dishes. Yes…some men actually do wash dishes and aren’t I one of the lucky one’s to have found one? Ok…so it was a deal that he had to do the dishes after he broke my new dishwasher so it’s not because he likes to do them. I always jokingly remind him that NO MAN WAS EVER SHOT WHILE DOING THE DISHES to which he just rolls his eyes at me….but I digress….
Ok…sitting at computer, hubby doing dishes. All of a sudden we hear “HEY GUYS! WHAT GOING ON?” We both turn to see a little 3’3” frame standing in footed dinosaur jammies with arms stretched out towards both of us. We both look at him and at each other for a full minute before we fully realize that this little person isn’t supposed to be out here. A grin on Little D’s face that could out shine a Cheshire cat challenges us to hold back our smiles so we don’t encourage him.
ME: What are you doing out here?
LD: I wuv you mommy.
ME: I love you too but you are supposed to be in bed.
LD: What going on?
ME: You going back to bed is what’s going on!
LD: (crawling on my lap and proceeding to kiss me 4 times on the lips) Wuv you mommy.
DAD: No kissing up to mommy. Off to bed with you.
LD: Wuv you daddy.
DAD: Love you too but you still have to go back to bed.
LD: Mommy!
ME: BED KIDDO!!!
LD: NIGHT NIGHT GUYS!
ME and DAD: Love you! Night night!
LD: (as we are shutting the door) ONE TWO FEE POUR PIVE SITS SEMIN EIGHT NINE TEN LEBIN TELB TERTEEN PERTEEN PITEEN SITSTEEN SEMINTEEN EIGHTEEN NINETEEN MANY…..
Finally off to sleep after about a hundred rounds of counting to twenty!
Ahhhhhh my day is done and it will begin again with Little D and Princess Grabby Hands in the morning!
8:30 pm. Little D and Princess Grabby Hands have been in bed for an hour and a half now. While PGH is snoozing, I hear LD counting loudly in his bedroom. My guess is as good as yours. Maybe he’s counting sheep….who knows!
I’m sitting at the computer and daddy is washing dishes. Yes…some men actually do wash dishes and aren’t I one of the lucky one’s to have found one? Ok…so it was a deal that he had to do the dishes after he broke my new dishwasher so it’s not because he likes to do them. I always jokingly remind him that NO MAN WAS EVER SHOT WHILE DOING THE DISHES to which he just rolls his eyes at me….but I digress….
Ok…sitting at computer, hubby doing dishes. All of a sudden we hear “HEY GUYS! WHAT GOING ON?” We both turn to see a little 3’3” frame standing in footed dinosaur jammies with arms stretched out towards both of us. We both look at him and at each other for a full minute before we fully realize that this little person isn’t supposed to be out here. A grin on Little D’s face that could out shine a Cheshire cat challenges us to hold back our smiles so we don’t encourage him.
ME: What are you doing out here?
LD: I wuv you mommy.
ME: I love you too but you are supposed to be in bed.
LD: What going on?
ME: You going back to bed is what’s going on!
LD: (crawling on my lap and proceeding to kiss me 4 times on the lips) Wuv you mommy.
DAD: No kissing up to mommy. Off to bed with you.
LD: Wuv you daddy.
DAD: Love you too but you still have to go back to bed.
LD: Mommy!
ME: BED KIDDO!!!
LD: NIGHT NIGHT GUYS!
ME and DAD: Love you! Night night!
LD: (as we are shutting the door) ONE TWO FEE POUR PIVE SITS SEMIN EIGHT NINE TEN LEBIN TELB TERTEEN PERTEEN PITEEN SITSTEEN SEMINTEEN EIGHTEEN NINETEEN MANY…..
Finally off to sleep after about a hundred rounds of counting to twenty!
Ahhhhhh my day is done and it will begin again with Little D and Princess Grabby Hands in the morning!
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