3D Ultrasound Reveals My Baby is Nosferatu

OMG look at those fingers!

3D Ultrasound Reveals My Baby is Nosferatu

OMG look at those fingers!

Bowling Champions of a Sort

I'm sort of torn when maybe I should be happy. But it's a lot to take in, BOTH of your twins being autistic. The odds of it are actually quite low - so you know, we got dealt a rather unfair hand when it all comes down to it.

You do get used to things, the short bus for instance. It's the stuff of jokes and ridicule - the kids and friends who are not YOURS ride the short bus. Because they're stupid right?

No, not really. They are unable to function as you do. But it's not nearly as funny that way, I know. But we're rather accustomed to the short bus. And the things that come with Special Education - the things that no parent ever actually wants to know anything about, given their druthers.

But, when the forms came home - the permission slips for them to participate in the Special Olympics - it nearly broke us. Who WANTS that? Who WANTS their children in the damn Special Olympics? I don't. I suppose if I were a better person I'd suck it up and smile but if you want honesty - then no.

I don't want them in it.

Too late.

And despite my heartbreak over the situation - the stigma which SHOULD NOT exist yet does....when their teacher told me that my Baby Birth of Cool LOVES to bowl - and she just beamed when she said it, I knew I couldn't actually deny them this.

There is part of your pride that says NO! NOT MY CHILDREN! And then there is the reality check when they skip down the driveway to get on that little short bus, and they get strapped in - for their own safety - and you realize yeah - My Children.

My children were in the Special Olympics. And despite being heartbroken .....

.....I am so so proud of them.

Bowling Champions of a Sort

I'm sort of torn when maybe I should be happy. But it's a lot to take in, BOTH of your twins being autistic. The odds of it are actually quite low - so you know, we got dealt a rather unfair hand when it all comes down to it.

You do get used to things, the short bus for instance. It's the stuff of jokes and ridicule - the kids and friends who are not YOURS ride the short bus. Because they're stupid right?

No, not really. They are unable to function as you do. But it's not nearly as funny that way, I know. But we're rather accustomed to the short bus. And the things that come with Special Education - the things that no parent ever actually wants to know anything about, given their druthers.

But, when the forms came home - the permission slips for them to participate in the Special Olympics - it nearly broke us. Who WANTS that? Who WANTS their children in the damn Special Olympics? I don't. I suppose if I were a better person I'd suck it up and smile but if you want honesty - then no.

I don't want them in it.

Too late.

And despite my heartbreak over the situation - the stigma which SHOULD NOT exist yet does....when their teacher told me that my Baby Birth of Cool LOVES to bowl - and she just beamed when she said it, I knew I couldn't actually deny them this.

There is part of your pride that says NO! NOT MY CHILDREN! And then there is the reality check when they skip down the driveway to get on that little short bus, and they get strapped in - for their own safety - and you realize yeah - My Children.

My children were in the Special Olympics. And despite being heartbroken .....

.....I am so so proud of them.

The Karate Connection

My oldest boy and I are zipping along the winding, hilly road on the way to his school the other day when he asks:

"Mom, babies don't know karate do they?"

I pause - then respond,"Umm, no. No they don't."

He smiles,"Then you can make them do whatever you want, can't you?"

Me,"Yes. Yes you can."

Because it's the lack of KARATE that's holding them back.

The Karate Connection

My oldest boy and I are zipping along the winding, hilly road on the way to his school the other day when he asks:

"Mom, babies don't know karate do they?"

I pause - then respond,"Umm, no. No they don't."

He smiles,"Then you can make them do whatever you want, can't you?"

Me,"Yes. Yes you can."

Because it's the lack of KARATE that's holding them back.

What Is Wrong With Your Underwear?

I've never been one of those hippie, let's all be naked and sing kum-bah-yah parents. But I do think it's important not to make being naked a big deal. I don't ever want my kids to think being naked is "dirty" or "bad". So consequently, while we don't PRANCE naked,my kids have always been welcome in the bathroom with me - ok that part is getting old seven years later, and while I'm changing or showering etc etc etc etc etc.

I just don't care.

Obviously the oldest boy is getting "older" and so, I'm trying to temper it a bit. I'm not making a BIG deal out of it - but we're kind of getting to an age where it's not going to be completely appropriate.

My proof of this are the two recent comments we had about my underwear. The first time,I was changing into comfy pants after work - and he comes up to tell me something random about STAR WARS and says "Ummmm, MOM - WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOUR UNDERWEAR?"

I look down (I could still see my underwear then) and said "Nothing."

He rolls his eyes and says "It's got HOLES IN IT!"

I look again, and explain "Sweetie those aren't holes - it's lace. I'm wearing lace underwear."

More eye rolls as he declares ,"Mom, I can see your BUTT! It's SEE THROUGH! Who would want to see your BUTT?"

Then - the thunderbolt about those talks about WHERE BABIES COME FROM and they WHY of Why he can't ALWAYS sleep with Mommy and Daddy hit him from above. You could SEE it on his face and he gives a disgusted grin,"OH! I know! DADDY!"

Ahem. Yes. Daddy.

Two days ago, again, I'm changing clothes and he's upstairs in my bedroom talking to me about something and he says "WOW Mommy you're so big your underwear is stuck in your butt!"

Ummm, no. I was wearing a thong.

He laughs at me when I explain what I am wearing - announcing that "It looks kinda silly your butt hangs out." And he then runs OFF laughing at my butt.

Yeah.........I am going to need some privacy when changing from now on. I don't even want to know what he'll think of my giant maternity underwear.

Yes, that's my ass. SUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURE it is!

What Is Wrong With Your Underwear?

I've never been one of those hippie, let's all be naked and sing kum-bah-yah parents. But I do think it's important not to make being naked a big deal. I don't ever want my kids to think being naked is "dirty" or "bad". So consequently, while we don't PRANCE naked,my kids have always been welcome in the bathroom with me - ok that part is getting old seven years later, and while I'm changing or showering etc etc etc etc etc.

I just don't care.

Obviously the oldest boy is getting "older" and so, I'm trying to temper it a bit. I'm not making a BIG deal out of it - but we're kind of getting to an age where it's not going to be completely appropriate.

My proof of this are the two recent comments we had about my underwear. The first time,I was changing into comfy pants after work - and he comes up to tell me something random about STAR WARS and says "Ummmm, MOM - WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOUR UNDERWEAR?"

I look down (I could still see my underwear then) and said "Nothing."

He rolls his eyes and says "It's got HOLES IN IT!"

I look again, and explain "Sweetie those aren't holes - it's lace. I'm wearing lace underwear."

More eye rolls as he declares ,"Mom, I can see your BUTT! It's SEE THROUGH! Who would want to see your BUTT?"

Then - the thunderbolt about those talks about WHERE BABIES COME FROM and they WHY of Why he can't ALWAYS sleep with Mommy and Daddy hit him from above. You could SEE it on his face and he gives a disgusted grin,"OH! I know! DADDY!"

Ahem. Yes. Daddy.

Two days ago, again, I'm changing clothes and he's upstairs in my bedroom talking to me about something and he says "WOW Mommy you're so big your underwear is stuck in your butt!"

Ummm, no. I was wearing a thong.

He laughs at me when I explain what I am wearing - announcing that "It looks kinda silly your butt hangs out." And he then runs OFF laughing at my butt.

Yeah.........I am going to need some privacy when changing from now on. I don't even want to know what he'll think of my giant maternity underwear.

Yes, that's my ass. SUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURE it is!

Where Ya Been?

Well, there was snow.

And having been gone from Indiana where the snow is deep I'm afraid that I'm not that adept at adjusting to the freezing cold and inconvenience of WEATHER. I've had to scrape my windows of my car every morning the past few mornings,and I'm quite BITTER about it. QUITE EFFING BITTER.

I live in the SOUTH dammit. Where is my genteel southern lifestyle?
Suddenly I'm outside identifying tracks in the snow.....this is neither genteel nor southern.

We've been out and about and busy, despite the weather. We caught the DaVinci exhibit down at the HIGH MUSEUM OF ART downtown and no, I couldn't take any cool pictures lest I damage the integrity of the brilliant art we were seeing. DaVinci can make your head spin.




The boy wanted to stand there, because he wanted to make sure everyone could see the horses junk. See that grin? He thinks he's being hilarious. I sort of thought he was too. This is a reproduction (I hope) of the Sforza horse that DaVinci created. I believe the original is in Milan.

We also went to one of our favorite Atlanta Museums lately, the Booth Museum of Western Art (lovingly known as the COWBOY MUSEUM) where they got in some Warhols recently that were quite festive.

The kids love it because there is a super cool western themed play area in the basement.

And now I think all I can say for today is .........GO COLTS!

Where Ya Been?

Well, there was snow.

And having been gone from Indiana where the snow is deep I'm afraid that I'm not that adept at adjusting to the freezing cold and inconvenience of WEATHER. I've had to scrape my windows of my car every morning the past few mornings,and I'm quite BITTER about it. QUITE EFFING BITTER.

I live in the SOUTH dammit. Where is my genteel southern lifestyle?
Suddenly I'm outside identifying tracks in the snow.....this is neither genteel nor southern.

We've been out and about and busy, despite the weather. We caught the DaVinci exhibit down at the HIGH MUSEUM OF ART downtown and no, I couldn't take any cool pictures lest I damage the integrity of the brilliant art we were seeing. DaVinci can make your head spin.




The boy wanted to stand there, because he wanted to make sure everyone could see the horses junk. See that grin? He thinks he's being hilarious. I sort of thought he was too. This is a reproduction (I hope) of the Sforza horse that DaVinci created. I believe the original is in Milan.

We also went to one of our favorite Atlanta Museums lately, the Booth Museum of Western Art (lovingly known as the COWBOY MUSEUM) where they got in some Warhols recently that were quite festive.

The kids love it because there is a super cool western themed play area in the basement.

And now I think all I can say for today is .........GO COLTS!