Unfortunately, I made one tiny error that led to very big drama. I forgot to turn off my alarm clock. Sounds like no big deal, right? Wrong.
Life is an adventure (or misadventure) with my twin daughters. I experience every day the ways autism makes the ordinary extraordinary-- and this is where I try to sort it all out. You have to find humor where you can!
Thursday, May 31, 2012
The Funny Thing About Fear
At 5:18 a.m. this morning, I opened my eyes and instantly knew I would not doze back off again. Rather than lie there for the next 27 minutes waiting for my alarm to go off, I rolled out of bed and stumbled downstairs to visit my best friend, Mr. Keurig. After feeding Mr. Keurig a tiny plastic cup filled with magic, he showed me his gratitude by producing one perfectly brewed cup of sustaining life blood coffee. By the time I returned to my bedroom, coffee in hand, it was only 5:27. I had more than enough time to shower and dress before the kiddos emerged from their little caves and began to plunder the pantry at 6:05.
Unfortunately, I made one tiny error that led to very big drama. I forgot to turn off my alarm clock. Sounds like no big deal, right? Wrong.
Unfortunately, I made one tiny error that led to very big drama. I forgot to turn off my alarm clock. Sounds like no big deal, right? Wrong.
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
To Be Seen Without
Welcome to the Wednesday Disability Blog Hop, which was started by Meriah at With A Little Moxie. I stumbled upon this hop via my friend Becca's blog, The Bates Motel, and if you haven't had the privilege of reading her work, you should stop by sometime.
Any hoo, Captain Kirk has posed this week's prompt for the Blog Hop...
...and here's what I have to say about that.
I have lived an extremely unusual life. I can honestly say that in my 36 years of existence, I have never-- nope, not even once-- met a completely "abled" person. Every single person I have ever met on this great planet we call Earth, has had some sort of disability or special need. Yes, even you.
Monday, May 28, 2012
Frozen Moments
As the end of the school year rapidly approaches, and the impending summer "break" looms nearby, I find myself wondering what new and unbelievably embarrassing scenarios I have waiting for me in the near future. You see, it is my selective memory personal experience that the summer has way more of those situations-- the ones where the occurring events are so completely mortifying that you will always and forever have every detail of it burned into your brain, like it just happened. I refer to these situations as "frozen moments" since I can see them like the are paused on the tv screen, frozen in time.
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Car Shopping 101
Image borrowed from Ai-Dealer.com |
A car dealership is no place for children... which is exactly why Hubby and I took our angels with us car shopping yesterday.
If you have ever been on a car lot, then you know that one of a salesperson's best tactics is to make nice with your kids (if you are crazy enough to bring your kids). You see said salesperson
Friday, May 25, 2012
Hersheypark and Its Many Signs
The obligatory "we're here" photo. |
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Birdie and the Child Find Committee
I know you are expecting a conclusion to the story of the girls' birthday weekend, but you will have to wait until next time.
Today I did something I never imagined I would do. Today I submitted a referral form to the school requesting that Birdie be the subject of a Child Find Committee. It was easier and harder to do than I could have ever guessed it would be. It was easy to do, because in my heart of hearts I know that despite her incredibly amazing brain for knowledge, Birdie could really use some help developing her "social brain". What made this process so damn hard was that in some ways it feels like a bit of a loss, too. So much for me having a pseudo-normal kid... not that was ever truly a possibility. I mean really, look at me!
Today I did something I never imagined I would do. Today I submitted a referral form to the school requesting that Birdie be the subject of a Child Find Committee. It was easier and harder to do than I could have ever guessed it would be. It was easy to do, because in my heart of hearts I know that despite her incredibly amazing brain for knowledge, Birdie could really use some help developing her "social brain". What made this process so damn hard was that in some ways it feels like a bit of a loss, too. So much for me having a pseudo-normal kid... not that was ever truly a possibility. I mean really, look at me!
Sunday, May 20, 2012
The Annual Birthday Trip
Birthday parties-- they aren't for everyone. This is as wild and crazy as we like it. |
For the last three years, Hubby and I have taken Princess and Birdie on a weekend excursion for their birthday. We have several reasons we like to take a trip on the girls' birthday (not the least of which is my aversion to parties and the inevitable drama they entail). The nightmare of a "real birthday party" is more than my girls can typically handle, what with the crowds of kids, the noisy birthday venue, having to say thank you for less-than-appreciated gifts (when the gift giver should "know I would never like that!"), being upset about friends that can't make the party, etc, etc, etc... Not to mention the fact that a birthday party at the Rathole (aka Chuck E Cheese) or one of the other popular birthday venues is really freakin' expensive. I remember my mom throwing me a birthday party for the cost of some paper plates, some cheap balloons, a box of cake mix, and a can of icing! It most definitely did NOT cost $14/child.
Thursday, May 17, 2012
The Student Teacher
Late last week, after the final bell had rung for the day at school, Birdie found me chatting with a couple of teachers in the hall. Birdie butted in joined the conversation and instantly began wowing Ms. H-- a third grade teacher-- with her random bits of knowledge. Off the cuff, Ms. H said to Birdie "you should just come teach my class for me, you're so smart! I could really use a day off." Birdie hardly reacted at all-- she actually looked quite flummoxed by the notion of teaching third grade-- and then she moved on. It seemed that she had dismissed the whole interaction for the haha that it had been. My only concern was that Ms. H might not have realized Birdie really does have a sense of humor, but she might not have understood the situation.
And then the whole thing was out of my head, gone and done...
...until last night, that is.
And then the whole thing was out of my head, gone and done...
Oh yeah! I'm gon-na be a teeea-cher! Gon-na teach some thirrrrrd grade! |
...until last night, that is.
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Princess & Birdie's Fantasy Life
Can you hear the Twilight Zone theme music emanating from this image? |
There is a world that exists solely in the minds of my daughters. No one else is invited to visit. No one else, I believe, could truly understand this place. It is the place where most all of Princess and Birdie's playtime is spent, and it is hard to get them to leave. The world is called Story Show Land, and my girls are its supreme rulers.
Monday, May 14, 2012
Mother's Day Reflections
Saturday, May 12, 2012
A Milestone in the Making
This is how Birdie's feet fit on the scooter-- in Kindergarten! Imagine how they look now! |
Friday, May 11, 2012
The Genius Kid
Not my image-- obviously |
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
When Princess Met Prince Charming
As I have mentioned before in a previous post, Princess has a *dun, dun, dunnnnn* Boyfriend. I know-- crazy, right? This is, after all, the child I withheld macaroni and cheese from in order to get her to interact with the boys in her class. But for Princess, there is no need to interact with other boys because she is already friends with the most awesome boy on the planet, and his name is Charming. *sigh*
Prince Charming and Princess at her 7th birthday "party" |
Saturday, May 5, 2012
Oh the Places We Have Been... So Far
Birdie pretending to be Balto and mushing for her sister |
As of yesterday, I have been at this blogging thing for exactly eleven weeks. Also, sometime in the past 24 hours, my blog counted its 3000th pageview. Frankly, I am shocked. I know that 3000 pageviews is less than many blogs get in one hour, but I truly expected only my mom and my husband to read my craziness, strictly out of some kind of moral obligation that results from their relationships with me.
Thursday, May 3, 2012
A Teachable Moment at the Redbox
Not my photo, not an advertisement |
I'm wondering now why I couldn't have just been happy with Netflix for a change?
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Oh I Wish...
As Mother's Day rapidly approaches, I am once again being being hounded by my family for gift ideas. Well, let me amend that statement-- my kids are starting to hound me, which is surprising-- but not a single peep from Hubby. Not yet, anyway. The questions from my kids started last weekend, when Princess and Birdie noticed all the Mother's Day cards at Target.
My response to their inquiries was a very eloquent "uhhhhh, I dunno?!" This is my standard response to a question like that. I have learned the hard way that this is not a good response.
If I've learned anything in my eight years of motherhood, it's that you need to be very specific when it comes to gift requests. Especially when your kids are asking. Otherwise, you have to pray that you look sufficiently ecstatic about the blue rubber sand-filled stretchy frog you'll get on your birthday. Or the woolen black dress that you are most definitely allergic to but expected to wear anyway. Or the perfume that smells like a funeral home. Or the, and I quote, "I don't want to give away what I got you for Christmas with my hint, but I can tell you it looks like Santa and you can drink coffee from it!" These memories of presents past have since motivated me to issue a preemptive strike in the form of a want list. It's a very predictable list.
Except for rare occasions, I have very little in the way of gift ideas. I am extremely boring and easy to please, as long as you don't get too creative. I don't like jewelry and I despise flowers. (Hubby really dodged a bullet there, as he is happy to let other hubbies know.) You can fuel my fiber addiction and buy me a gift card to A.C. Moore, where I will gladly stock up on loads of yarn. You can fuel my coffee addiction or candy addiction. You can buy me kitchen gadgets and cookbooks. You can feed me Mexican food. Or if you are underfunded, you can orchestrate alone time for me. Or give me a hug-- I don't really care as long as I'm remembered. My kids don't like any of my suggestions. "Isn't there something else you wish for?!" Implied: Like a rubber frog?!
My response to their inquiries was a very eloquent "uhhhhh, I dunno?!" This is my standard response to a question like that. I have learned the hard way that this is not a good response.
My priceless, and very carefully selected birthday frog |
Except for rare occasions, I have very little in the way of gift ideas. I am extremely boring and easy to please, as long as you don't get too creative. I don't like jewelry and I despise flowers. (Hubby really dodged a bullet there, as he is happy to let other hubbies know.) You can fuel my fiber addiction and buy me a gift card to A.C. Moore, where I will gladly stock up on loads of yarn. You can fuel my coffee addiction or candy addiction. You can buy me kitchen gadgets and cookbooks. You can feed me Mexican food. Or if you are underfunded, you can orchestrate alone time for me. Or give me a hug-- I don't really care as long as I'm remembered. My kids don't like any of my suggestions. "Isn't there something else you wish for?!" Implied: Like a rubber frog?!
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