Oh We Have To Get Up So Early

Oh the morning. It is EARLY for the littlest boys.


It is sort of a sick joke, that they have to get on the bus almost an hour before their big brother. And for Mommy, uh. EARLY IS UGLY. I am such a bitter morning person. I disguise it with a sing-songy voice and coffee.

Luckily, for Miles - morning is as cute as any other time of the day.

They are in First Grade. The oldest boy is in 2nd.

And I have no idea how they got this big.

Oh We Have To Get Up So Early

Oh the morning. It is EARLY for the littlest boys.


It is sort of a sick joke, that they have to get on the bus almost an hour before their big brother. And for Mommy, uh. EARLY IS UGLY. I am such a bitter morning person. I disguise it with a sing-songy voice and coffee.

Luckily, for Miles - morning is as cute as any other time of the day.

They are in First Grade. The oldest boy is in 2nd.

And I have no idea how they got this big.

Sit N Spin To Depeche Mode

Seriously. Explain This to me.



Because it reminds me an awful lot of this.........

Sit N Spin To Depeche Mode

Seriously. Explain This to me.



Because it reminds me an awful lot of this.........

Ok I'm REALLY Going To Do A Better Job Of Blogging

So GOD what is wrong with me? I really think of like 20 things to talk about. I think about sports stuff for DDS. I think about fashion stuff. I think about MOM stuff. And then I sit down at the computer and it goes POOF.

It's both annoying and weird.

So while my brain percolates and tries to get back on board with the fact that I love this blog and I LIKE to post here, I thought I'd catch you up on something I mentioned a long time ago.

We're in a study with an experimental autism treatment right now.


Every few weeks, we load up the entire crew and drive over to the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. We see a nice team of people who we've come to know pretty well and they give us medicine for my littlest boy, and we take them POOP SAMPLES! That's right, the husband collects a whole buttload of poop and we take it over with us. EVERY TIME!


Cool eh?

Plus, not to leave you out of the good times, every time the littlest boy poops - we have to categorize it and write it in this book. Above are all the categories of human poop. LOVELY isn't it?

We get a lot of fives. I'm just saying.

We make the seven hour journey over, stay at a hotel partially subsidized by the Ronald McDonald House (OMG SUPPORT THEM!) and then we have our visit. Then we make the seven hour journey home. It's mind numbing.

But our littlest boy is happier on this drug, he's a joyful child when he used to have so much rage. And the other twin is now in a different study -one without medication - but that helps us cover the costs of the trip better and might possibly help other parents with autistic children also as it covers many of the parenting pieces.

They asked me, how does having autistic children change your life?

I told them I couldn't really quantify it. It defines our life. I don't remember what life was like before, except that it was quieter.

So you're caught up. Everyone goes back to school tomorrow and maybe I'll get back in here more often like I should. I need my brain to ungel.

What's new with YOU anyway?

Ok I'm REALLY Going To Do A Better Job Of Blogging

So GOD what is wrong with me? I really think of like 20 things to talk about. I think about sports stuff for DDS. I think about fashion stuff. I think about MOM stuff. And then I sit down at the computer and it goes POOF.

It's both annoying and weird.

So while my brain percolates and tries to get back on board with the fact that I love this blog and I LIKE to post here, I thought I'd catch you up on something I mentioned a long time ago.

We're in a study with an experimental autism treatment right now.


Every few weeks, we load up the entire crew and drive over to the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. We see a nice team of people who we've come to know pretty well and they give us medicine for my littlest boy, and we take them POOP SAMPLES! That's right, the husband collects a whole buttload of poop and we take it over with us. EVERY TIME!


Cool eh?

Plus, not to leave you out of the good times, every time the littlest boy poops - we have to categorize it and write it in this book. Above are all the categories of human poop. LOVELY isn't it?

We get a lot of fives. I'm just saying.

We make the seven hour journey over, stay at a hotel partially subsidized by the Ronald McDonald House (OMG SUPPORT THEM!) and then we have our visit. Then we make the seven hour journey home. It's mind numbing.

But our littlest boy is happier on this drug, he's a joyful child when he used to have so much rage. And the other twin is now in a different study -one without medication - but that helps us cover the costs of the trip better and might possibly help other parents with autistic children also as it covers many of the parenting pieces.

They asked me, how does having autistic children change your life?

I told them I couldn't really quantify it. It defines our life. I don't remember what life was like before, except that it was quieter.

So you're caught up. Everyone goes back to school tomorrow and maybe I'll get back in here more often like I should. I need my brain to ungel.

What's new with YOU anyway?

The One Where I Am On A Team

So I've been going to a gym for a while. I haven't mentioned it because I'm trying not to be one of those OMG I JOINED A GYM AND NAO I AM A FITNESS FIEND people.
Except that, the people at the gym all are.

And they've got these teams.

OMG they are doing some contest for August. Each time you come in, each rep you do, however many minutes you do XZY.......plus today for bonus points..........SQUATS.

Are you shitting me?

And of course the're all "OH WE NEED YOU FOR OUR TEAM ON NIGHTS! PLEASE BE ON OUR TEAM!" I didn't even ask what we win. I mean a team indicates winning.

I'd like to win some candy or deep fried foods personally. I think I deserve it for those squats those witches guilted me into today.

The One Where I Am On A Team

So I've been going to a gym for a while. I haven't mentioned it because I'm trying not to be one of those OMG I JOINED A GYM AND NAO I AM A FITNESS FIEND people.
Except that, the people at the gym all are.

And they've got these teams.

OMG they are doing some contest for August. Each time you come in, each rep you do, however many minutes you do XZY.......plus today for bonus points..........SQUATS.

Are you shitting me?

And of course the're all "OH WE NEED YOU FOR OUR TEAM ON NIGHTS! PLEASE BE ON OUR TEAM!" I didn't even ask what we win. I mean a team indicates winning.

I'd like to win some candy or deep fried foods personally. I think I deserve it for those squats those witches guilted me into today.

Baked Beans And Potato Chips

So I have a weird thing about baked beans. I don't eat them with utensils. I use potato chips like a spoon.
It's quite good. It's that fantastic combination of salty chips and brown sugar sweet beans that soothes the PMS beast.
But that isn't why I started eating them like that.
I actually started eating them like that because my parents had these friends who were jerks.
Ok they weren't terrible jerks,but the mom was kinda absent minded. And we'd cook out at their house,and time after time the kids wouldn't get utensils. Which was no big whup for the hot dogs or hamburgers and chips etc........but usually there would be baked beans.
And I LIKE baked beans.
So I'd to what any kid does, I'd improvise - and started using the chips to scoop up the beans and eat them.
I'm 41 and I really don't even WANT baked beans without chips these days. I had forgotten until recently why I eat them that way.
I should send them a thank you for denying me utensils. I discovered one of my favorite food treats because of it.
This blog post has no real point. But, I had baked beans with potato chips last night.
And it made me really happy.

Baked Beans And Potato Chips

So I have a weird thing about baked beans. I don't eat them with utensils. I use potato chips like a spoon.
It's quite good. It's that fantastic combination of salty chips and brown sugar sweet beans that soothes the PMS beast.
But that isn't why I started eating them like that.
I actually started eating them like that because my parents had these friends who were jerks.
Ok they weren't terrible jerks,but the mom was kinda absent minded. And we'd cook out at their house,and time after time the kids wouldn't get utensils. Which was no big whup for the hot dogs or hamburgers and chips etc........but usually there would be baked beans.
And I LIKE baked beans.
So I'd to what any kid does, I'd improvise - and started using the chips to scoop up the beans and eat them.
I'm 41 and I really don't even WANT baked beans without chips these days. I had forgotten until recently why I eat them that way.
I should send them a thank you for denying me utensils. I discovered one of my favorite food treats because of it.
This blog post has no real point. But, I had baked beans with potato chips last night.
And it made me really happy.