If it wasn't for my son I wouldn't have a blog. Really. Don't get me wrong, I love to write, I've been working on a novel for 4 years now! I really love to write. But Isaiah is an amazing kid. Through all of his adversity; sensory processing disorder, life threatening food allergies, life … Continue reading He Said What? 2013 Top 10 Funny Quotes by my Kid
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Twisted MixTape 35 – And A Thanksgiving Surprise
It's 5pm on Monday night and I just realized I haven't done my mix tape, so I'm gonna crack open a bottle of wine and tell you a story. Someday my son will probably disown me for this. And if you are one of the 5 people who decide to join me this week, you're … Continue reading Twisted MixTape 35 – And A Thanksgiving Surprise
I Didn’t Even Know My Kid Knew the Word Crack
Now we don't like to be judgy judgers do we? Great. But if you do, you might want to head on over to some other blog right about now. If you've read my posts you know that my son has Sensory Processing Disorder, butt wiping is one of the last bastions. So I am basically … Continue reading I Didn’t Even Know My Kid Knew the Word Crack
Who Are You Calling Special?
So I'm sitting in my bed feeling fairly crabby, and really not interested in writing - although I had every intention of doing so. I am reading people's work, I am considering watching some back episodes on my iPad. Then my son starts hacking. If you know me, then you know my son sleeps with … Continue reading Who Are You Calling Special?
Living Room Acrobat
"Jennifer! I can't believe you're letting him do that! Isaiah, get down right now!" "Mom, it's no big deal, he does it all the time. He's 7-years-old and he hasn't fallen yet." "That's ridiculous, that doesn't mean he won't fall." "At this point, if he falls, he'll learn - and he won't do … Continue reading Living Room Acrobat
I Am Not Getting A Job
Tonight as I was getting the boy ready for bed he told me out of the blue: I'm going to be the kind of person who doesn't work. Oh really, sweetheart? What are you going to do? Well, I'm not going to work. Well, you have to get a job. Everyone needs a job. I … Continue reading I Am Not Getting A Job
I’m Always Confounding Things
So I'm sitting in my bed feeling fairly crabby, and really not interested in writing - although I had every intention of doing so. I am reading people's work, I am considering watching some back episodes on my iPad. Then my son starts hacking. If you know me, then you know my son sleeps with … Continue reading I’m Always Confounding Things
Sorry China, It’s Not You, It’s Me. No, It’s You.
So I did a really bad thing. I taught my son something I can't seem to undo. I taught him China doesn't care about us. The thing is, and sorry if I am about to offend anyone, I really believe big corporate China doesn't give a rats arse about us and I'm pretty sure I … Continue reading Sorry China, It’s Not You, It’s Me. No, It’s You.
This is the Story of Billy Joe and Bobby Sue
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
Professor Isaiah and the Dynamite
Have I told you that my son is a pyromaniac? Oh, no? My son is a pyromaniac. Actually, lately, I realize I might be wrong. Apparently part of the definition of pyromania "is repeated association with fire but without a real motive". Well my son has motive, his motive is to set a fire. He … Continue reading Professor Isaiah and the Dynamite