tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58224281666833718002024-02-18T23:09:42.402-06:00Four Sea StarsThis is about the daily grind with young kids ages 8, 6, and 2 and everything that goes with it. From wishing I were somewhere else (more often than you would like to know) to how I'm managing to get through the day without totally losing the plot. My oldest has Asperger's and Sensory Processing Disorder. And he's the best behaved out of the whole lot.Lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449627964374811836noreply@blogger.comBlogger236125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822428166683371800.post-34171802364638408482013-08-02T08:46:00.003-05:002013-08-02T08:46:55.956-05:00And now we talk about Sparring Camp and Ryan Gosling...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Muli, 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px;">So we used to do this thing with Ryan Gosling ages ago… A bunch of Special Needs bloggers would all link up and share the same image of Ryan and add our own twist to that same image. Well, I’m happy to say it’s back. </span><br />
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The kids have been in a Tae Kwon Do Sparring Camp for the past few weeks.</div>
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Sparring Camp.</div>
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Read more here: <a href="http://fourseastars.com/" target="_blank">Four Sea Stars</a></div>
Lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449627964374811836noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822428166683371800.post-8589419368181416802013-07-24T11:22:00.000-05:002013-07-24T11:22:15.592-05:00When the load lightens...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Muli, 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px;">For as much as I’ve been complaining and making noise about summer vacation, I have a little secret…..I like summer.</span><br />
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Because what does that say about me if I insist? That I’m not happy with my kids, as they are?</div>
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Read more here: <a href="http://fourseastars.com/" target="_blank">Four Sea Stars</a></div>
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And then we fast forward to our summers now. I can’t leave the kids outside to play by themselves. I don’t dare. The kids are dysregulated, we’ve had meetings about Lizzy and her Dyslexia, we’ve been going to therapies and Tae Kwon Do camp. And after this weekend I’m calling to a halt to everything but the Tae Kwon Do camp because I’ve already paid for it and every child needs to know how to spar with their siblings, right?</div>
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Anyway….I took the kids out to our local blueberry patch on Saturday. It was nice, not too hot.</div>
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The kids started out, “I’m hot. It’s too hot. Can’t we just go to the store and buy some blueberries?”</div>
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“No, we are not going out to the store to get blueberries, you need to see how these things are made, out in the wild. Well, not really out in the wild, but you get my point.”</div>
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“No, I don’t get your point, Mom. Why can’t we just get them at the store?” Alex stated, one last try to get us to stay at home.</div>
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Read more here: <a href="http://fourseastars.com/" target="_blank">Four Sea Stars </a></div>
Lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449627964374811836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822428166683371800.post-33650600198229884092013-07-08T09:48:00.002-05:002013-07-08T09:48:35.938-05:00Summer can kiss my a--<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Muli, 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px;">Dear God in Heaven, we aren’t even half way through July yet??? Someone please pass me a drink, a soft mallet, a hammer to drop on my foot, heck anything to put me out of my misery... </span>Read about it here: <a href="http://fourseastars.com/2013/07/08/summer-can-kiss-my-a/" target="_blank">Four Sea Stars</a>.Lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449627964374811836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822428166683371800.post-22600530275685213882013-07-01T09:44:00.002-05:002013-07-01T09:44:17.650-05:00The thing with public education.....<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Muli, 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px;">So we’ve been keeping this under wraps because, well because. I found out early on that talking about Special Education can get you in trouble. You just don’t do it....to read more go here: <a href="http://fourseastars.com/" target="_blank">Four Sea Stars.</a></span>Lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449627964374811836noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822428166683371800.post-65728191319933154592013-06-24T08:26:00.003-05:002013-06-24T08:26:35.068-05:00Vacation in numbers...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Muli, 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px;">And we’re back home. Having been gone for two weeks, it’s nice to be back, to have my own coffee maker and sleeping in my own bed, without kids blasting in at two AM asking where in the hell they are in a confused and cloudy haze. I was able to.....to read more go here: <a href="http://fourseastars.com/" target="_blank">Four Sea Stars.</a> </span>Lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449627964374811836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822428166683371800.post-84879718149175953552013-06-06T09:35:00.002-05:002013-06-06T09:35:27.954-05:00Sometimes my world crumbles...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Muli, 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px;">There are times when I feel worn down, tired and exhausted. Where it feels as if I’m swimming underwater and I can just make out where the water breaks above me but I can’t reach to the top...to continue reading go here: <a href="http://fourseastars.com/" target="_blank"> Four Sea Stars.</a></span>Lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449627964374811836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822428166683371800.post-75112690121814737402013-06-03T09:54:00.001-05:002013-06-03T09:54:18.286-05:00Does anyone even like pudding???<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Muli, 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px;"></span><br />
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We managed to finish out the last few days of school with Alex home sick, Gracie sick and Lizzy going into school blissfully unaware. We’re now looking down the barrel of the gun called Summer Vacation and I’m a little concerned for my sanity and the number of cuss words that are currently flying out of my mouth.</div>
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With two other kids, I though I’d give Lizzy some air time as I can’t do Autism, all the time, I’d go insane. I had this happen a few weeks ago....<a href="http://fourseastars.com/" target="_blank">continue reading at Four Sea Stars</a>. </div>
Lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449627964374811836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822428166683371800.post-87422988715026583752013-05-28T07:15:00.004-05:002013-05-28T07:15:28.840-05:00There is no cure...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Muli, 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px;"></span><br />
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There was a time I wanted a cure. I wanted something to fix my child.</div>
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I wanted to take away some of the things I didn’t understand. I didn’t want my child to be grabbing his ears when there was a loud noise or flinch when we walked outside into the sunlight. I didn’t want...to continue reading please go here: <a href="http://fourseastars.com/2013/05/28/there-is-no-cure/" target="_blank">Four Sea Stars </a></div>
Lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449627964374811836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822428166683371800.post-5207750357367195042013-05-24T14:43:00.001-05:002013-05-24T14:43:17.708-05:00Are you sure?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Muli, 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px;"></span><br />
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We were at an extracurricular activity in the morning and....</div>
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Lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449627964374811836noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822428166683371800.post-80407482473178384522013-05-20T11:54:00.001-05:002013-05-20T11:54:50.659-05:00When a child runs....<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Muli, 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Tahoma, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px;"></span><br />
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We’ve lost three children in the last few weeks due to elopement. They saw something that interested them like water and wandered away. They didn’t come back. A little piece of me dies when I hear that. I can’t imagine, I just can’t.</div>
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Because that could be us.</div>
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To continue reading, please go here, to my new site. <a href="http://fourseastars.com/" target="_blank">Four Sea Stars</a>. </div>
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Lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449627964374811836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822428166683371800.post-30626848545189181452013-05-13T10:19:00.000-05:002013-05-13T10:19:14.643-05:00I wrote about Mother's Day and it involved Walmart... So I wrote about Mother's Day over at my new place and it involved going to Walmart and Lowes on Sunday afternoon but you have to go to my new site to read it. Click on the link and it will get you there.<br />
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<a href="http://fourseastars.com/" target="_blank">Four Sea Stars</a><br />
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And if you want, when you get there, hit that little follow button so we can stay in touch!Lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449627964374811836noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822428166683371800.post-39253271817174689972013-05-08T14:29:00.002-05:002013-05-08T14:29:43.206-05:00Why I write. I wrote about why I write. Go read it here: <a href="http://fourseastars.com/" target="_blank">Four Sea Stars</a>.Lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449627964374811836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822428166683371800.post-41651654062351727252013-05-02T09:48:00.002-05:002013-05-02T09:48:48.131-05:00She put what, where???One of my kids put dental floss......<a href="http://fourseastars.com/2013/05/02/she-put-what-where/" target="_blank">gotta come here to read it.</a> <br />
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I moved. Lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449627964374811836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822428166683371800.post-5374117282406227992013-04-29T11:39:00.000-05:002013-04-29T11:39:07.556-05:00Can you be both?I wrote a post <a href="http://fourseastars.com/" target="_blank">over here</a> about how you can be Autistic and be an ass. <br />
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Oh yes, yes I did. <br />
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Note: if you haven't already, please try and follow over at WordPress. I don't know how much longer I'm going to be doing a double post. <br />
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Find me here at <a href="http://fourseastars.com/" target="_blank">Four Sea Stars</a>.Lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449627964374811836noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822428166683371800.post-11063241806824946932013-04-26T09:53:00.003-05:002013-04-26T09:54:12.451-05:00I banned Minecraft.Yes, yes I did. Read it here: <a href="http://fourseastars.com/" target="_blank">Four Sea Stars</a>.Lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449627964374811836noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822428166683371800.post-8943272255687874672013-04-22T13:06:00.001-05:002013-04-22T13:06:20.355-05:00I just have to survive... Yeah, the weather was nice so I took the kids outside to play. And it didn't go so well. <br />
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Get going over here, <a href="http://fourseastars.com/" target="_blank">to my new place</a>, and read and follow. I can't keep updating this forever. OK, I may keep doing it forever. Or at least until I forget. <br />
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<br />Lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449627964374811836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822428166683371800.post-18930185216650101662013-04-19T09:56:00.002-05:002013-04-19T09:57:49.387-05:00In which I now have two IEP's to manage...But I moved so you have to go here to read it: <a href="http://fourseastars.com/2013/04/19/im-just-not-ready/" target="_blank">Four Sea Stars</a>.<br />
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<br />Lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449627964374811836noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822428166683371800.post-21842312843158462482013-04-15T09:46:00.000-05:002013-04-16T08:40:27.091-05:00I messed it up....so I moved. Yeah, I messed up the blog up over the weekend. I managed to muck things up so bad I couldn't fix them and the only logical thing to do, well it seemed logical at the time, was to move. <br />
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So I did it. I moved. <br />
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I'm now here over here: <a href="http://fourseastars.com/" target="_blank">Four Sea Stars</a>. <br />
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Please come over so I don't feel like a loser. <br />
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<i>Note: I've retrospectively changed the wording in this post. In light of what happened in Boston, I felt it was necessary to remove certain words to respect those involved. </i><br />
<br />Lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449627964374811836noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822428166683371800.post-16604637533307480422013-04-08T08:45:00.000-05:002013-04-08T08:45:26.435-05:00Nothing to see here, please keep moving...Did you have a good Easter? I bet yours was better than ours. Matter of fact, I would place a sizable amount of money you had a better Easter than we did. <br />
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It all started after the kids went to bed and I had to grab the Easter baskets and candy. The baskets were no problem. I had them up in my closet so I didn't have to have what happened last year---which was not find a basket, throw a fit and run to Target at frigging midnight, only to find the offending basket full of Barbies in Lizzy's room the very next morning while we were looking for the new Easter basket. Ironic, no???<br />
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This year I thought I had everything where it was supposed to be and it was going to be easy. Throw the candy in the baskets, hide the baskets and chuck a few plastic eggs around the house and I'd be in bed by 11:00, tops. <br />
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Yeah, no.<br />
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I couldn't find the candy. I hid the candy too well and I couldn't find it. I hid the candy from myself. <br />
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You should have heard the language. I vowed I wasn't going to run up to Target again this year. I VOWED. I searched from one end of the house to the other. Cussing the whole time, "<i>Where in the fuck did I put that candy? God damn it, how can I be so fucking stupid to hide the candy from myself? I am a full- fledged, card carrying member of the Idiot Society. I hid the candy from myself. HOW DOES THAT HAPPEN</i>?!?"<br />
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I was not going to Target. I was not. I looked in cabinets, the pantry, the car, my closet, the bathroom, the laundry room and even in the laundry bins. Nothing, no candy. <br />
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I gave up, I used Valentine's Day candy instead. <br />
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By the time I had stopped sobbing, cursing and the getting baskets together, I threw plastic eggs out around the house and I went to bed. Not before I called my husband and told him, "FIX THIS." <br />
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It was 1:45 AM. <br />
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The kids were up at 5:45 AM. <br />
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They hunted for their baskets, found eggs and life was good. And then I heard Lizzy scream, "Mom!!!! The Easter Bunny gave me Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, I <i>hate</i> Reese's Peanut Butter Cups!!!" Then the crying started and didn't stop.<br />
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And from another corner of the house I heard Alex wail, "Mom, the Easter Bunny gave me chocolate lambs!!! I <i>hate</i> chocolate lambs!!!" The basket got chucked in a corner and he went running and sobbing in the opposite direction. <br />
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Meanwhile, Gracie was sitting at the kitchen table eating everything in her basket, happy as a clam. The other two were freaking out. <br />
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The Easter Bunny, in her sleep deprived state, mixed up the baskets so my husband, after he went to Target, put the wrong candy in the wrong basket. <br />
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I screamed at them, "You guys, just switch baskets. You can do that, right?" Neither one of them heard me over their own wails. All I kept thinking was, "<i>Sue me, I got your baskets wrong. There are starving kids in China who would LOVE to have your chocolate!</i>" Deep down, I felt horrible. <br />
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I gave up, went to the kitchen and thought I'd get an early start on the dinner. <br />
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And I promptly dropped the ham on my foot. The brown sugar glaze packet broke the impact and in the process exploded all over the refrigerator, floor and my foot. I cursed the ham to hell and decided to work on the deviled eggs. And I couldn't get that thin layer, you know that membrane thing? I couldn't get it off the egg. I broke two eggs right off the bat and on the third one, I melted down, smashed them all in the sink, turned the disposer on and sent them on their merry way. <br />
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(And, yes, I soaked those damn eggs in cold water. I even did a trial run so this wouldn't happen and it still happened so don't tell me to soak them in cold water, I got that memo. God, that <i>still </i>pisses me off.) <br />
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At that point I gave up. <br />
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I took the kids to Wendy's and we had chicken nuggets and french fries for Easter. I put all the candy into one big basket and let them play Minecraft till their hearts content. I collapsed on the sofa and flipped back and forth between HGTV and DIY and after that we decapitated the lamb and ate it. <br />
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And that was our Easter. I was sad, angry and upset that I couldn't pull it off. <br />
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I was getting ready to call the kids up for bed and I heard Alex say, "This was the best Easter ever!"<br />
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And just like that, all was right with my world....but I'm still pissed at those damn eggs.<br />
<br />Lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449627964374811836noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822428166683371800.post-18915191493077820242013-04-01T13:05:00.000-05:002013-04-01T13:05:00.899-05:00Why yes, I am Autism Aware. April is Autism Awareness month. <br />
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And every April, I'm never quite sure what to think about it, to be honest. When you live with something every day, and it's such a big part of your life, you tend to just man-up and deal with things. <br />
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And every April I tend to get squeamish and just wish the whole thing would go away. Sure, I think the idea of awareness is a good thing, don't get me wrong. I just don't like the spot-light shining in my windows. I feel like what I do, what we do and how we do things, is on display for everyone to see and go "Ohh" and "Ahh" and exclaim, "This is Autism....I get it now." <br />
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But the thing with Autism is this---its all the time. It's not one day or even one month. It's all the time. <br />
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It's late at night when sleep is elusive and just out of reach. It's the routine we follow and it's the clothes we wear. It's the food we eat and what we don't eat. And more specifically, Autism is what we eat on a certain day, a certain way, and how the plate is set with the milk at exactly eleven o'clock, as if the plate were a clock, every single meal. <br />
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Autism is taking the exact same way to the store, never deviating. It's going up certain aisles and down others. It's the same DVD that's been in our minivan since 2010. (Megamind, if you're curious.) And it's also knowing which store to go to and when, and which one has paper towels in their bathrooms and not the sonic air blasters. <br />
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Autism is dealing with meltdowns and people staring. It's sometimes feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders and wishing like hell, just once, everyone would mind their own business. <br />
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Autism is the flapping, toe walking, lining up toys, singular play and lack of interest in others. It's hours and hours of therapy, IEP's and wishing that sometimes you could catch a break---and realizing that the only break you may get is the one in the therapy waiting room. <br />
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Autism is all that. <br />
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But it's also something else, something more. Something you won't see in a single day or even in a month. <br />
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Autism is coming to terms with a new life, a new way of living. It's letting some people go and drift out of your life, while finding others. Autism is sometimes being alone when things are at their worst, yet knowing deep down, you would never dream of being any place else. <br />
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Autism is looking at your child and laughing at their joke and being amazed, truly amazed, at the child in front of you.<br />
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Autism is getting that first smile, that first word and that first look into their eyes.<br />
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Autism is being comfortable in your own skin and helping your child grow into the person they are to become---because you see potential. You see their greatness. <br />
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Autism is finding out that things are different but its also knowing you wouldn't change it for the world. <br />
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It's finding out too, that you're a different person---a stronger, wiser, person. A person you never thought you'd be. And to take a minute and look back and remember your old self? It's like looking into someone else's life, peering into their rear view mirror and realizing that what's come into focus is different from what you expected, but not completely foreign. And it's realizing that this, this is where you belong. <br />
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And that is Autism for us. That's what you'll find when you peer into my windows and take a peek into my life. You'll find Autism, but you'll also find much more. Much, much more. <br />
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Autism is a part of us and a part of our lives. Autism just is, it's who we are. And I wouldn't change that for the world, I wouldn't want to.<br />
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Autism simply is. <br />
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Autism simply is, us. <br />
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<br />Lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449627964374811836noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822428166683371800.post-25034906590845482882013-03-25T08:48:00.001-05:002013-03-25T08:48:37.902-05:00I have been bested by Minecraft.It's no secret our new thing in this house is Minecraft. We held out as long as we could but we finally caved at Christmas. Santa brought the kids Minecraft. It was quite a letdown because all we could wrap was an envelope with the authorization code that needed to be entered into the computer to get the game started. Once they figured it out though they took the envelope and ran with it. <br />
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They Ran.<br />
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We never saw them for the rest of Christmas. Come to think of it, we saw very little of them in January, February and most of March.<br />
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Since then, we've been up to our armpits in Minecraft. Every single thing in this house revolves around it. <br />
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And that, right there, is the rub. <br />
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We've had to find a happy middle ground where the kids are not plugged into the computer all day and life's passing them by. They, on the other hand, would love to do nothing more than fight zombies and creepers, download mods and watch YouTube videos.<br />
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Truth be told, Minecraft is just one little part of the Total Minecraft Immersion. You have mods, seeds, whole new worlds and maps. All of them have to be thoroughly researched and examined on the iPad and then you chose which ones you want to download.<br />
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And you have not lived Minecraft till you've lived through the videos. Oh dear God the videos. They are a thing unto themselves.<br />
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We started off with these prepubescent teens, screaming, yelling and cussing every other word. They would blow up sheep and use TNT and nuke whole damn worlds. My kids were enjoying it a bit too much so that lasted less than two seconds in this house. <br />
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Then we found <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/paulsoaresjr">Mr. Paul</a>. He's the new man in our lives. He's practically been living with us since right after Christmas. His real name is <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/paulsoaresjr">Paul Sores Jr,</a> and I can't tell you the number of night's I've spent with Mr. Paul, waiting for my own husband to come home. <br />
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He does the Minecraft videos in a nice, calm manner and he's downright easy on the ears. That may not seem to be a big deal but when you are listening to these things for hours on end sometimes, voice quality becomes very important. Trust me on this.<br />
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It got so bad at one point, I called the kids to come up and eat dinner. They wolfed their food down in seconds. SECONDS. Then, before I had had a chance to sit down to eat my dinner, I was being asked, "Mom, can I go back downstairs? Can I, please?!?" I brushed it off figuring if I ignored the question, I could at least get a little something to eat.<br />
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I was wrong.<br />
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"MOM, can I go back down stairs?!?" Alex asked almost frantic, pacing, having to have an answer right that very second. <br />
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"Guys, I need something to eat. Please look around you and put your dishes away. Just give me a minute, would you?"<br />
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Well that wasn't even out of my mouth before my cute little kids with absolutely no gross and fine motor skills, found it within themselves to scoop up their dishes, round the bend of the island, turf the dishes into the sink, round the other bend of the island and with the dexterity of a skilled surgeon, set the microwave timer. <br />
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All in under ten seconds flat.<br />
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I remember standing there thinking, "What in the fuck just happened? Jesus, I don't think I've ever seen them move that fast, Alex was almost fluid, even. I could really use this Minecraft thing to my advantage."<br />
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And then it dawned on me, "Hey, why did you guys set the timer?"<br />
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"Well mom, you said to give you a minute. I'm giving you exactly one minute. Well, you now have forty-six seconds." <br />
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So I stood there looking at my older two kids, all of us looking at each other, a three way stare down, going back and forth from looking at them to the microwave timer and back. I never knew how excruciatingly long a minute, or forty-six seconds, could be until you're in a stare down with your two kids and the microwave. <br />
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DING!<br />
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And just like that, my older two ran like they had flaming fireballs on their heels, down the steps to the computers, back to Minecraft. One of them ran around the corner, overshot it and smack-landed in the other side of the wall. They righted themselves and kept right on going. I could hear them in excited voices, "Hey lets see if we can get new saddles to ride the pigs!"<br />
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Gracie and I stood there looking at each other, wondering what in the hell just happened. <br />
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I stood there trying to figure out why in the hell a pig needed a saddle. <br />
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And that is one day in our life, living with Minecraft.<br />
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And I still don't know why a pig needs a saddle. I did find out you have to have a carrot though. <br />
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<br />Lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449627964374811836noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822428166683371800.post-66420188132947786972013-03-18T08:55:00.000-05:002013-03-19T18:50:59.156-05:00What? You're not Irish?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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My dad came from Ireland and for my whole life, I've grown up around hot tea, wool sweaters and mashed potatoes with every single meal. I've heard enough hornpipe and bagpipes to last a lifetime and I also know how to do a jig and a reel in my sleep. If push comes to shove, I can slug out a steady stream of cuss words in full accent, always starting off with, "Bloody Hell..." I do it much better, however, when I'm piss wasted, just saying. </div>
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Anyway, my mom gears up for the Holy Day like no other. Lizzy does Irish dance and she's been prostituted out like a French whore to every old folks home in Kansas City for the past two weeks. She danced for miles and miles in parades and snow and she just keeps on going. </div>
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But what tops our St. Patrick's Day festivities is the clothes. Aside from walking around in green for the last two weeks, my mom tries to get anyone she can to dress in green with her. Since the three year old is still young and vulnerable, and she doesn't run fast enough, she gets stuck wearing what Grandma puts her in. And Grandam bought Gracie this cute little green shirt. See that thing down there? My mom kept telling me about the, "Adorable little shirt," she bought for her. She failed to realize that all the white shamrocks, when put together, made a shape. </div>
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My mom bought the girls skin-head tee shirts for St. Patrick's Day. <br />
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All they needed were a few tube socks full of rocks and they could go out and raise hell, in true Irish fashion, with their brother. <br />
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An Irish Lamb Cake. <br />
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Normally in our house the Sacrificial Lamb Cake is reserved for Easter but I wanted to get an early start. Nothing says, "Happy St. Patrick's Day!" like cutting into the green guts of a lamb. <br />
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And go read <a href="http://four-sea-stars.blogspot.com/2012/04/sacrificial-lamb-has-been-eaten.html">this right here</a>, if you want to hear about our past Easter fun but I suggest you stop drinking your soda because we don't do holidays in the normal fashion around here. You've been warned. <br />
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I already know, I totally fucked up the icing. It got all droopy and was a bloody mess. The kids thought it was hysterical, renamed it George, and instead of a lamb it was now a sheepdog.<br />
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Whatever.<br />
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And what did Alex do for St. Patrick's Day? He played Minecraft, watched YouTube videos about Minecraft, downloaded mods for Minecraft, made Minecraft skin, new Minecraft worlds, found emeralds and redstone and generally talked my ear off about? Minecraft. <br />
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Lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449627964374811836noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822428166683371800.post-69784223383966479492013-03-07T13:18:00.002-06:002013-03-07T13:18:50.940-06:00If this is not rock bottom I'm gonna be pissed.You know what is awesome about pneumonia?<br />
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NOTHING is awesome about pneumonia, that's what's awesome about pneumonia.<br />
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My kids gave me one hell of a cold that turned into a sinus infection that turned into a antibiotic resistant strain of pure evil that set up shop in my lungs. Anyone else thinking of that Musinex commercial now? For the past two weeks I've been working on breathing. Just breathing. <br />
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And when I'm sick its amazing what gets lost in the cracks of everyday life. <br />
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The kids had an after school art program they were begging to go to, just begging. I signed them up and promptly, and totally, forgot about it. <br />
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So that Monday my daughter went out after school for me to pick her up only <i>I wasn't there.</i> Somewhere in the back corner of my mind I knew she had after school art but here's the rub: she did not. <br />
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I didn't remind the kids what the day looked like from our daily calender and she didn't know. <br />
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After twenty minutes of standing outside, the secretary figured out what was going on and ushered her into the art room. You know, the art room her brother was happily sitting in, crafting away. See, he remembered he had after school art. It just never crossed his mind to see where she was. <br />
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When she walked into the art room and saw him happily crafting away she broke down in tears all over again. <br />
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When I went to pick the kids up I was pulled aside, told what happened and again my little girl went turned into a complete and utter puddle. <br />
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I felt horrible. She was out front waiting for me and I never came. Talk about feeling like a shitty, horrible parent. I calmed her down, bribed her with a trip to Dairy Queen that was mostly more for me and I thought things were right with the world. <br />
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Only they weren't. <br />
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"You don't love me. You hate me. I think I want a new mom. If I had a new mom, she'd never forget me. She'd love me...and make me cookies....and not forget me in front of school."<br />
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All the way home. <br />
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I had enough. I snapped pulling into the subdivision. Pulled a hard right and curbed the minivan. All the safety harnesses were working on the seat belts. I confirmed it. <br />
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"GOD BLESS AMERICA, I'm sorry I forgot to tell you! Mommy's sick! I don't feel good. You guys gave me some horrible plague and I'm sorry I forgot one little thing. I'm sorry!"<br />
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Cough, cough, cough, hack, hack, cough.....shallow breath in and....<br />
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"You know, you guys are old enough to look at that calender in the morning and see what is going on in your lives. It's up there for a reason and it's most certainly not there for my health. Now I want QUIET for the rest of the way home!"<br />
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And I pulled back out onto the street and drove the whole fifty feet to our house in silence. Only to walk inside and to be met by a calender that looked like this:<br />
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And two kids, exclaiming, "See!!! How can we possibly know what is going on, Gracie drew all over it! This is all your fault. Our new mom would never let this happen!"<br />
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I gave up. I swear, one day I will have grown children that can function for themselves. God as my witness, I will. They may be in therapy for the rest of their lives but by God, it will happen. <br />
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Right now I want their new mom to come in here and see what she can do with this place, she can start by cleaning that damn calender board. That things a mess. Lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449627964374811836noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822428166683371800.post-12190770120083818592013-02-28T09:31:00.000-06:002013-03-01T13:45:57.460-06:00February you need to go away, like, right now. February and I have a love/hate relationship going on. For me, it's mostly an all hate kind of thing. It's cold, dreary and even with the hint of spring right around the corner it's hard road to get to the end of those twenty eight days. <br />
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In my head, I've been telling February to go fuck itself over twenty times a day. It's like it's on repeat in my brain. <br />
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First we got sick. Then we got better. Then we had Valentine's Day and I made the off hand comment at my daughters party, "Holy Cow! It looks like half the class is missing." Turns out, half the class<i> was </i>missing and I know exactly what they gave me. A horrible cold. <br />
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And the kids have been home for almost the whole month. They had parent teacher conferences for two days followed up by Presidents' Day. Not to be outdone, we had Winter Storm Q pound us and the kids were off another two days. A State of Emergency was declared and it snowed. And snowed and snowed and snowed. <br />
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Fuck you for that, February. <br />
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I thought it would be fun to go out and play in the, you know, snow. Not so much. It took over forty minutes to get into snow pants, socks, boots, coats, hats and gloves and even then Alex took a single step out the back door and retreated inside exclaiming he was done. The girls went out for ten minutes only to retreat inside when they got snow in their mittens. Ten minutes. <br />
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And to think we lived in North Dakota for ten years. <br />
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Because the kids have been off school so much, either because of planned events, sickness or snow days, they've been dysregulated. They don't know what day it is, if they should be getting ready for school or what they should be doing. It's been awesome. <br />
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I took a huge leap, put us on a schedule and did some homeschooling. <br />
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They hated it. They hated me and they hated everything about being home and having to learn something. I was cutting into their Minecraft time and by God they let me know about it. <br />
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I turned off the computers and they suddenly realized that, by God, I was being serious. <br />
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We studied, we learned and I think they had fun. <br />
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And when I asked, "Who wants to go outside and play?" The forty minute bitch session was pared down to ten minutes and begging to be let out. I guess they didn't have as much fun with me teaching as I thought... <br />
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They were out the door and in the snow in record time. <br />
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We made forts, threw snowballs and laughed.<br />
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We dug out from our winter storm and things were getting back to normal. Taking the kids to Tae Kwon Do, I fell in the parking lot. I cursed February with my middle finger and a slew of beautifully strung together obscenities. <br />
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I'm sorry if you were in the minivan next to me when I went down but really? That hurt like a mother. <br />
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We only had a few more days. <br />
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And then they said we were going to have another storm. Bigger and badder than the last one. Up to twenty inches of new snow on our already foot and a half.<br />
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That's exactly what we got. Additional snow, snow days and more homeschooling. <br />
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I think my kids hate me. I think I hate February more....but now I have one day left.<br />
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Just one day left in February and I can flip the calendar. There's something about the promise of March. Sure we live in Kansas and the threat of tornados looms large but we'd be out of February, into the promise of Spring. <br />
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I can do this. <br />
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I'll take my chances and risk tornados any day of the week just to get past the cold, snowy days of winter. Lizbethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03449627964374811836noreply@blogger.com26