My sister and I don't use the word "Aunt" in our family, we prefer "Queenie." When our kids were born, (well my kid, 'cause my sister was "waiting"), we were trying to decide what our son should call her. "Aunt" just seemed so meaningless to us - it seemed every friend wound up being … Continue reading This is the Story of Billy Joe and Bobby Sue
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What?! Me Messy? You must be confusing me with someone else.
Here is the link to the actual show which aired March 21, 2013. Click this 🙂 What? Me messy. OK, maybe a little, but don't tell me, I don't want to know. I actually am a fascinating combination of OCD and sloth. I know, I know, sounds impossible, but trust me. This week I am being interviewed … Continue reading What?! Me Messy? You must be confusing me with someone else.
Sensory Processing Disorder Can Be Funny Too
Once upon a time I wrote this blog. I wrote this blog under the guise of wanting to help parents of children with special needs. Most specifically sensory processing disorder, but also tic disorders, severe food allergies, environmental allergies and asthma. I also included spectrum disorders, because "They" were trying to place my child there. I … Continue reading Sensory Processing Disorder Can Be Funny Too
If My Life Were An Eighties Expose’
Thank you, thank you for joining us at Break the Parenting Mold, where Mom is a lot like Sybil, Dad is a lot like Ward Cleaver and the boy? Well the boy, he just can't be pinned down.... This week we have explored the fact that "Mom", also known as "Mama", "Wife" "Mommy Dunkit" and … Continue reading If My Life Were An Eighties Expose’
My son’s been using the B word lately.
So here's the thing. Swearing is NOT allowed in this house. I once was a raging, rebellious, tattoo covered, following bands for weeks on end, questionable bad decision-making teen/young adult. Had my child come into my life then, well, I would expect him to swear like a truck-driver. (Wait, my husband was a truck-driver...well, whatever, you know … Continue reading My son’s been using the B word lately.
Seeing my world through the eyes of Instagram
Well, I was going to link up something else, but was so inspired by Rachel's post at Finding Joy for Friday Favorite Things, I decided to create my own Just like Rachel @Finding Joy I love Instagram. As I have mentioned before I am a frustrated photographer. Frustrated because I was raised by a photographer … Continue reading Seeing my world through the eyes of Instagram
No Angst or Venom here
I'm afraid I don't have enough Venom or Angst to be a good blogger. I am afraid I am too content. Is my life perfect? NOT. Am I always happy? Not Quite. I am medicated. YAY! My husband has serious ADD. BOO!!!! My son has sensory processing disorder and wackoness. Love it. But no Angst … Continue reading No Angst or Venom here
I’m just a girl, parenting a boy.
That's him, that's my son, the one swinging from the loft on a swing made of home-made rope. I read a Facebook post the other day, one in which a mother was concerned about her stepson's rambunctious playing style. He's 5, and she has younger girls. I understand, I do. I am the mother of … Continue reading I’m just a girl, parenting a boy.
It’s still a triumph
Today was a triumph. Well for us anyway. I would say at this point (Isaiah is 7 now) he probably eats a better variety of food than most kids his age. Rarely balking at a vegetable, or a food combination, often asking to try something new. Yet there's a difference. The average child could have … Continue reading It’s still a triumph
Tomatoes are poisonous and so is television?
When I was around six, I started telling my younger sister (then 4) that tomatoes were poisonous. I was always an absolutist. Things were either black or white, good or bad, yummy or poisonous. I stuck to my position, I knew they weren't poisonous, and I can say today with a degree of insight I … Continue reading Tomatoes are poisonous and so is television?
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