Tag: boys

Is Your Kid a LEGO Feeler?

Isaiah doesn’t get to watch real TV. It’s not because I don’t want him to have screen time necessarily. Let’s face it, when you’re a stay-at-home, homeschooling mom who blogs and designs, a little screen time is like a vacation in the tropics with a fou-fou drink. He doesn’t watch TV because I don’t trust what’s

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Mommy Fail Number 235 – Model Car Kit

Mommy Fail Model Car Building With 8 year old

I only go to Michael’s in an emergency; I can’t be trusted. This time, I put my blinders on to pick out a birthday present for one of Isaiah’s friends. I passed the scrapbook stickers, looked straight ahead as I walked by the colored pencils and didn’t even peak at the already-here-way-to-early Halloween decorations. I was surgical, I

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I’m not saying YOUR child doesn’t have anxiety. I’m saying just because mine likes to control everything doesn’t mean HE does.

I think I may have over-advocated for my son a few weeks back. You didn’t think there was such a thing did you? It’s kind of like Munchausen by Proxy, only not. I wasn’t making him sick or faking symptoms or anything. No, instead I was willing to accept a list of possible disorders based

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The Commotion You Know

  Isaiah’s tennis teacher is a saint. He specializes in teaching 4-8 year olds tennis. Enough said. As the mother of an 8-year-old I can personally vouch for how difficult that must be. Oh wait – I forget we are assuming that child is typical. But my child is not typical, and this class includes

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Don’t Mind My Son He’s Just Got OCD

Little girl in Isaiah’s archery class, I know you’re too young to understand. I wish I could explain to you that it’s his OCD that makes him move your arrows from the first orange cone to the second. You see the very first time he came to this class that’s how the arrows were set

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All I Ever Wanted Was to be Kitty Forman – The Best 70s Mom Ever

I often describe myself as trapped in the 70’s with all of the rainbows and unicorns. All I ever wanted when I was growing up, was to be a mom. Now that I am a mom. I realize all I ever wanted to be was a mom in the 70s. I am not the soccer

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Sensory Processing Disorder Can Also Mean Loud and Rude

I keep a pair of earplugs readily located  in my epi-pen bag. Today was a hard day. It was a hard day, and I didn’t handle it as well as I could have. Today we went to the zoo. He can only handle the zoo in a stroller. He is 7. Without a stroller, he

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I Blame Television

I freaked out the boy tonight by announcing we were only going to listen to music now. The TV is making me crazy. It really is. I was a staunch no TV mama until he was 2 and a half. Then he got pneumonia for the first time and there was only so much entertaining

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