I fell victim to a classic blunder. No, I did not get involved in a land war in Asia. And no, I did not go in against a Sicilian when death was on the line. My classic blunder is blaming myself for my autistic son’s struggles. Let’s be honest, all parents gauge their success at parenting on how their children are doing in life; school, sports, friends. Some parents even cross the line and try to “help” their kids in areas where they are struggling. We’ve set the bar so high for what is considered success that only a small percentage can achieve it. And then we compare ourselves and our kids to that small percentage. Continue reading →
There’s a great song by Larry Groce called Junk Food Junkie. If you Google it, you’ll find that it was released in 1976 but don’t dismiss this comic gem because of its age. It’s the story of a man living two lives. By day he is the epitome of natural living: Natural fibers, organic products, vegan meals, composting, recycling, low carbon footprint. But at night, when no one is watching, his alter ego emerges. He binges on Big Macs and twinkies and drinks corn syrup sweetened caffeinated beverages while hiding in his closet. Continue reading →
I don’t want to go to my room! SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM
Maybe it’s just us, but door slamming has from time to time been a serious issue in our house. My kids have each at different points in their lives felt that this was the ultimate way to inform their father and me of their intense displeasure about a given situation. So I decided to find a solution.Continue reading →
We love Disney. I truly can’t say that enough. We are a Disney family and we love visiting our home away from home. But even the best visits, the most magical visits, have their not so great moments. This particular not so great moment happened as we were preparing to leave.Continue reading →
What do coconut oil, nail polish, Nerds and nose bleeds have in common? No this is not a convoluted word problem. And those are candy Nerds not smart people.
Give up? The answer = a 4 year old boy.
Yes. After a relatively nice dinner with friends we came home to what at first seemed to be a quiet house. I was excited to think that the boy might actually be in bed, asleep. And then I noticed that the sitter was not immediately visible. This should have been my first clue but I continued in my delusion and assumed that all was well and she was just upstairs checking on the little prince. This bliss lasted for about 10 more seconds and then the sitter came around the corner and seemed out of breath. Uh-Oh.Continue reading →