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He knows. He always knows.
I’m the first person to remind folks to presume competence. The thing is, being nonverbal doesn’t mean nonthinking. This is the problem with “functioning” levels – it assumes that a person with significant communication issues isn’t “high functioning” enough to communicate or a person who is “high functioning” doesn’t need a large amount of support. Both scenarios are problematic. But that’s not…
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A Little Too Much Sugar
A Little Too Much Sugar
The Bugaboo was home last week sick so we spent a whole bunch of one-on-one time together. He has a four day weekend and is home today for inservice so we’re spending a whole bunch of one-on-one time together. This translates to him begging me to sit on the couch with him and watch Mary Poppins, while he runs back and forth between Temple Run on his iPad, the tree swing outside, and sitting next…
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More I Love You
It’s been a heck of a week, y’all. You know the drill. Lack of sleep, tummy issues, the older one has a horrible hacking cough and missed school today (16th day this year. Only four more school days to go!) and the younger one has been making me earn my pay this week (LIES. I work for free). Then there was some house frustration, dogs that do stupid things (like eat two pounds of freshly grilled…
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School Breaks, or Why I Need Therapy
School Breaks, or Why I Need Therapy
Warning: super long post.You’re welcome. When Bugaboo is on a long break, it typically takes me a few weeks (or a month, one of the two) to catch up on the housework when he goes back. Because no matter how clean my house is when the break starts, he undoes that and then some in about two days. Sometimes less. Then he’s off again, so back to zero again. Lather, rinse, repeat. Summer schedule is…
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The Boy Who Loves the Pool
The Boy Who Loves the Pool
I almost feel guilty we don’t live somewhere this boy can swim outside more than three months of the year. We go to an indoor pool but he just doesn’t seem to enjoy it as much. We try to go a few times a week, mainly weekends, but summer season? Every day, hours at a time. This weekend we spent 18 hours over three days at the swim club. And my boy was happy, happier than he’s been in months. It…
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Once Upon a Time There was a Mawwwage.
Once Upon a Time There was a Mawwwage.
The Queen pulling her prince out of the house to get to the royal honeymoon. Mawwwage. Is what bwings us togethuh today… Once upon a time, there was a Prince and a Princess Queen and they were crazy in love and decided to get married. They didn’t have much, were kinda poor (odd for royals, I know) but they knew they loved one another. They were determined to make it work. Many people had their…
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Moving on Up, a Modern Day Fairy Tale
Once upon a time, there was a goddess Queen who was married to The Guy She Lives With her Prince Charming and they lived in an old, tiny Victorian a quaint castle in the kingdom of Ridley and had two young princes. They lived happily ever after. But before that happily ever after thing, they decided their castle was far too small to raise their princes (and needed a better school district royal…
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So Much Time, So Little to Tell
So Much Time, So Little to Tell
Wait. Strike that, reverse it.
Yep, we’re still here. It’s been a pretty busy winter and I’m ZOMG SO GLAD it is over. The curmudgeonly teen participated in a winter diving league so that sucked up several days a week, schlepping him to parts unknown in rush-hour traffic. Driving is my favorite, especially when there is bumper-to-bumper traffic (LIES).
We are back on the medical carousel with the…
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Actual Unretouched Conversation with The Teenager
Actual Unretouched Conversation with The Teenager
Me: You know, it’s our 18th anniversary today! And because of that, you’re here. Isn’t that awesome? Teenager: No, it’s not exactly that. Me: What do you mean? If we didn’t get married, you wouldn’t be here! (Note: I neglected to mention the whole living-in-sin-before-marriage-part) Teenager: Um Mom? It’s because you guys decided to have intercourse…
He’s not wrong. KILLING ME.
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The Strangest Thing Happened
The Strangest Thing Happened
This week I managed to get eight days of sleep in a row. Eight. As in, all night. ALL. NIGHT. Like, normal people? OMFG! NO WAAAAIIII!!!
WAAAAIIIII!!!!
It’s true. Luckily for me, Bugaboo has the same rotten cold/plague that we’ve all had. You might think I’m a bad momma, but this means that he comes home, camps out on the couch with his puzzles and doesn’t move until I pry him from the…
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WINNING!
WINNING! http://wp.me/s4lSb-winning
My kid is the luckiest kid alive, I tells ya.
This weekend we went to a community day at a local autism school. This is the same program that runs the summer camp Bug Boy attends. We had a nice, relaxing day of moonbounces, sensory activities, animals, and lunch. And there were raffles. Bug Boy loves himself raffles.
Twenty baskets or so contained the usual raffle items, such as gift cards,…
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Scenes From a Coffee Shop
Scenes From a Coffee Shop
This post was actually begun months ago but I’ve been combing through the pages of drafts I started and never finished, looking for things I should post. I felt like this one was somewhat worthy. So enjoy it. Or don’t. I’m a delicate flower so just don’t tell me if you didn’t like it, mmkay?
Occasionally I’m able to meet my friends for a cup of coffee at our local shop. It’s this neat little…
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Age-Appropriate
Stimmerific underground waterfall, The Mall, DC
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, I was in school learning to become a teacher. Specifically, my major was Special Education. Even more specifically, I specialized in Autism. FUNNY HOW LIFE WORKS OUT.
Anywho, one of the reasons I went back to school to become a teacher and major in special education was my brother-in-law. He has Down…
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Vacation Sweet Vacation
Not to be Braggy McBraggerston, but lately things have been going so well in my life that I feel almost guilty. (That sound you just heard was the proverbial “other shoe” dropping. Shoulda kept my mouth shut)
Why do I feel guilty? Probably because I feel that in this whole special needs parenting life there needs to be solidarity. You know, like strength in numbers. It takes a Village and all…
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Back to The Future
Back to The Future
I think I’ve finally figured it out.
You know, the thing that has made me lose my writing mojo.
I was blaming it on the illnesses, and subsequent deaths, of my parents. The exhaustion, the sadness, the grief. Somehow it all made sense. And yet there was still something missing…
I was blaming it on Bugaboo’s sleepless nights. My inability to sleep, exercise, or take care of myself was taking a…
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How and When I Became a Better Mother
How and When I Became a Better Mother
When I had my first child, I wanted to do everything the “right” way. I read every book. I watched documentaries on parenting. I wanted to follow the rules and parent the best possible way. I wanted to emulate others. I wanted to be an awesome parent.
The problem is, this led me to question my own natural parenting abilities. I was constantly second-guessing myself. I constantly beat myself up…
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Home is Where the Heart is. Or Some Nonsense Like That.
Home is Where the Heart is. Or Some Nonsense Like That.
Yes, I know, I’ve been a very bad blogger. Two months? I mean, really. BLOGGING, YOU’RE DOING IT WRONG.
But I have good excuses, honest. The very least of which is my mental health status (don’t worry, I’m seeing a therapist and it’s going swell) and the very most of which is the status of my house (total chaos and disrepair).
I know a house is not a home. Home is what you make it. It’s your…
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