This Video Wrecked Me

Apparently people with autism are somewhat offended - however, as a parent of austistic boys - I understand the words - written by the parents of autistic children.
It is a nightmare.

This Video Wrecked Me

Apparently people with autism are somewhat offended - however, as a parent of austistic boys - I understand the words - written by the parents of autistic children.
It is a nightmare.

Happy Birthday to My Hunny

The true measure of a man, I think, is what sort of a Father he is. Does he let you help cook when you are little, so that you feel included?

Does he take you to places that are wonderful and magical - when you are about 6?

My children are so lucky. Their father wants them to have the happiest childhood possible, and on a daily basis tries to fill their hours with memories to carry through out their lives. He isn't a father who's absentee all week and then gives them tacit attention on the weekends. He's 100% plugged in all the time.

And I'm lucky, because I chose a man who isn't afraid to make being a Dad a real job. Because of him, we have two autistic twins that we can take everywhere - which never ceases to amaze educators and doctors. They know how to act, and they are well loved.

We have a seven year old who is extraordinary and kind beyond reason some days. Because of the words and lessons he heard from his father every day.

Being a parent isn't easy. Being a parent of special needs children is downright torturous some days. His heart, and his unwillingness to ever give up make him one of the greatest heroes I've ever met.

Today is his birthday. He's 41 and I only wish I had met him sooner - because I am jealous of all the days that came before we met. Since I cannot have those days, my only wish will have to be this - if he lives to be one hundred, I hope I live be be one hundred minus one day.

So that I never have to live one day without him.

I love you Hunny.

Happy Birthday to My Hunny

The true measure of a man, I think, is what sort of a Father he is. Does he let you help cook when you are little, so that you feel included?

Does he take you to places that are wonderful and magical - when you are about 6?

My children are so lucky. Their father wants them to have the happiest childhood possible, and on a daily basis tries to fill their hours with memories to carry through out their lives. He isn't a father who's absentee all week and then gives them tacit attention on the weekends. He's 100% plugged in all the time.

And I'm lucky, because I chose a man who isn't afraid to make being a Dad a real job. Because of him, we have two autistic twins that we can take everywhere - which never ceases to amaze educators and doctors. They know how to act, and they are well loved.

We have a seven year old who is extraordinary and kind beyond reason some days. Because of the words and lessons he heard from his father every day.

Being a parent isn't easy. Being a parent of special needs children is downright torturous some days. His heart, and his unwillingness to ever give up make him one of the greatest heroes I've ever met.

Today is his birthday. He's 41 and I only wish I had met him sooner - because I am jealous of all the days that came before we met. Since I cannot have those days, my only wish will have to be this - if he lives to be one hundred, I hope I live be be one hundred minus one day.

So that I never have to live one day without him.

I love you Hunny.

Auf Wiedersehen Black Trousers

And so it begins.
I was getting dressed innocently enough this morning. Underwear, bra, knee highs, t-shirt and then I pull on my pants.
Puuuuuuuuuuuuulllllllllllllllll.
OMG.
My pants don't fit.
Now it's not like this event is COMPLETELY unexpected. I know the baby grows and I'll have to get maternity pants but it's like - OVERNIGHT my pants don't fit.
What is she DOING in there?
Luckily I have a couple of pair of pleated pants that are pretty loose in regular, non-preggo times and I slipped a pair of those on before running out the door.
But I'm floored - I have another pair just like the ones I put on this morning and I know they fit like three days ago.
The big belly cometh.
I can hardly wait.

Auf Wiedersehen Black Trousers

And so it begins.
I was getting dressed innocently enough this morning. Underwear, bra, knee highs, t-shirt and then I pull on my pants.
Puuuuuuuuuuuuulllllllllllllllll.
OMG.
My pants don't fit.
Now it's not like this event is COMPLETELY unexpected. I know the baby grows and I'll have to get maternity pants but it's like - OVERNIGHT my pants don't fit.
What is she DOING in there?
Luckily I have a couple of pair of pleated pants that are pretty loose in regular, non-preggo times and I slipped a pair of those on before running out the door.
But I'm floored - I have another pair just like the ones I put on this morning and I know they fit like three days ago.
The big belly cometh.
I can hardly wait.

The Next Generation of KISS Fans

My oldest boy says to me, as we're loading up to head downtown ATL,"Can we listen to some KISS?"
To which I say "Ummm - yes - why?"
"Because," he says,"I wanna listen to something that rocks."

Okay then.


Clearly his current social circle likes to ROCK.

The Next Generation of KISS Fans

My oldest boy says to me, as we're loading up to head downtown ATL,"Can we listen to some KISS?"
To which I say "Ummm - yes - why?"
"Because," he says,"I wanna listen to something that rocks."

Okay then.


Clearly his current social circle likes to ROCK.

Halloweenie

I have to confess that I bought another blue pumpkin because Martha Stewart made me. She's guilted me like three years in a row now, with their chic and unusual color but by god - NEXT YEAR I am going to just buy one for decoration because they are a MOFO to clean. DENSE as crap and thick as hell with meat - they are impossible to carve.

Due to a vicious round of rotovirus or norovirus or whatever it is that SHUT DOWN my kids school on Friday - we were all busy barfing, or laying on the bathroom floor, or pooping, or barfing and pooping, so we didn't get to carving all the rest of our pumpkins. Thus - PAINTING PARTY!

The littlest boy was still recovering from being sickee poo, and fell asleep on the sofa. But the big boy and the middle boy were ready to paint!

With some help from Daddy with the littlest boy's pumpkin - we were ready for Halloween!
Of course our neighborhood is full of old fogeys who don't turn their lights on or give out candy so we went to a nearby neighborhood to give them a scare!

That's right, a banana, hot dog and a Clone Trooper (Captain REX to be exact) are on the loose. NOW GIVE US SOME CANDY!

You don't think we're scary? OH REALLY? How about NOW........

STILL NOT SCARY? Oh well.......I've got your scary coming then.......hold on.....

Yeah, I thought that would get you.

Silly holidays like Halloween are some of the best parts of being a Mom. Even the twins got it this year and were excited as we went around getting treats.

Next year - NO ROTOVIRUS!

Halloweenie

I have to confess that I bought another blue pumpkin because Martha Stewart made me. She's guilted me like three years in a row now, with their chic and unusual color but by god - NEXT YEAR I am going to just buy one for decoration because they are a MOFO to clean. DENSE as crap and thick as hell with meat - they are impossible to carve.

Due to a vicious round of rotovirus or norovirus or whatever it is that SHUT DOWN my kids school on Friday - we were all busy barfing, or laying on the bathroom floor, or pooping, or barfing and pooping, so we didn't get to carving all the rest of our pumpkins. Thus - PAINTING PARTY!

The littlest boy was still recovering from being sickee poo, and fell asleep on the sofa. But the big boy and the middle boy were ready to paint!

With some help from Daddy with the littlest boy's pumpkin - we were ready for Halloween!
Of course our neighborhood is full of old fogeys who don't turn their lights on or give out candy so we went to a nearby neighborhood to give them a scare!

That's right, a banana, hot dog and a Clone Trooper (Captain REX to be exact) are on the loose. NOW GIVE US SOME CANDY!

You don't think we're scary? OH REALLY? How about NOW........

STILL NOT SCARY? Oh well.......I've got your scary coming then.......hold on.....

Yeah, I thought that would get you.

Silly holidays like Halloween are some of the best parts of being a Mom. Even the twins got it this year and were excited as we went around getting treats.

Next year - NO ROTOVIRUS!