I'm hooking on a different corner.

There has been a metric ton of stuff going on this weekend and I feel like I'm running around brainless but I will talk of none of that today.  No, you can't make me.

I'm over at Living on the Spectrum: The Connor Chronicles today, talking about safety.

Cool pic, huh?  Now go click on that link and check her out.  

I will be back on Wednesday talking about my usual things such as giving my daughter more crabs, having the baby climb out of her crib and scaring me shitless in the middle of the night and how Alex could give a rip about anything other than settling the score.

Now go to Flannery's and show some love.  Please?!?  Just click on the sentence and it will take you there.  Like Harry Potter but not.

I've moved out for the day....

Every once in a while I like to get out of my own blog and go and harass other bloggers. I've worked my way into the SPD Blogger Network today.  It's a lovely group and a great network of parents who deal with Sensory Processing and all sorts of other issues.

This group has been a great support to me and I have made some wonderful friends in the process.  I have received some great advice and help over there---everything from validating that tags are a pain in the ass to realizing it's OK to take a little time off and drink that cup of coffee.

Please stop on by the SPD Blogger Network today and see what I'm talking about.  I'm not going to tell you what it is so you have to go clickety-click on over there to find out!

Click here for SPD Network on the interwebs.

Click here for SPD Network on Facebook.  

What are you doing here?!?

Go on, get outta here!!!  Head on over to Sunday's, Adventure's in Extreme Parenthood and see what I'm up to.  I'm squatting over there today and it's really comfortable.  She may need a crowbar to get me out.

Wait, we do Ryan tomorrow.

Haha, I said we do Ryan.  I guess I'll have to head home and get ready.

I hear he's in a pool this time....


Update: We're having some technical difficulties at the moment so the post will be up when it's up.  I'll update Blogger when that happens but in the interim, look at this picture and think warm thoughts and what all you're going to do with him tomorrow.  


The Eagle Has Landed.  


The problem has been resolved.  Quit thinking dirty thoughts about Ryan and get going!!!

Gawd, I wanna jump on in there!

Squared vs Square Root. I don't know the difference either.

On Sunday night we get a weekly class update from Alex's teacher.  I normally glance at it and see what's going on for the next week.  Then I print it out, show it to Alex and get confirmation that he's read it.  Then I get confirmation that he's understood it.  And then get confirmation that he knows what's really going on for the next week.

And then I use four pieces of tape and tape that damn thing up on the wall so I don't forget and he doesn't forget.

That weekly newsletter is my lifeline.

So little alarm bells went off in my head when I saw the words: TALENT SHOW THURSDAY.  I immediately asked Alex what it was all about and he wasn't fussed.  A little annoyed that I was asking about it, I think.

You know me, I couldn't let it rest.  I had to find out, these things tend to blow up in my face.  *See the Muffins With Mom's post if you don't believe me.*

"Hey Alex, it says there will be a Talent Show on Thursday.  What are you going to do?"  I was getting a little worked up because he was more interested in his computer game.

"Mom, I have it all figured out.  I know what I'm going to do."  And he went back to his game.

Pffft.

Clearly I had to get a little more creative.  "Alex honey, do you think you could tell me what you're planning on doing for the talent show?  Maybe I can help you."

My panties were in a total bunch about this damn talent show and I was going to find out what he was doing.

"Well no mom, you can't help me.  It has to do with math and you're not good at math.  I'm going to explain the difference between square roots and squaring a number.  Take the number nine.  Nine squared is eighty-one but the square root of nine is three.  See the difference?  Then I'm going to take questions and they can quiz me.  It's math and it's going to be fun."

Someone give me the answers.....please?!?  

To which I found my calculator, figured out he was right and said, "You're right, I'm not good at math."

And Thursday, I was in the classroom and I saw him do his talent and he explained the difference between squared and square roots and he had fun with it.

No, he rocked it.

The other kids and I, we didn't have a fucking clue what he was talking about but he was having fun.

No, he had the time of his life.



OMG, OMG, OMG, you totally have to go over to Sunday's place tomorrow.  I'm so going to be guest posting.   I'm going to be guest posting at Adventures in Extreme Parenthood!!!!  OMG, OMG, OMG!!!

I may have to wear a Poise and use it, I'm so excited.  And I think she even kept my cuss words in.  *Swoon.*   


There, now I'm done begging.  I must go and hook on Facebook...yes, that's you're cue to go "like" me, so you can see me at Sunday's tomorrow!!!  See how I did that?  That was awesome....

Ho, Ho, Ho.

Happy Holidays!!!

See why I cuss it out every year?  Go here and read about it.

Yes, our windows are still going in and that's just what things look like this year.  Please ignore it.  

I have one good day to wrap presents and I have to go and beat some sense into a child who's not listening because "Santa's watching" has totally lost its luster.  

The kids, they're all just like, "Fine, whatever.  I don't care if he is watching.  She started it."  

"Its MINE.  Give it back.  Mom.  Moooom!!!  Tell him to give it back."  

"OUCH.  Mom, she slapped me!  She full body listened with her hand.  That's not fair!!!" 

"But he took my wand.  I want my wand!"

"OUCH!!!"

"She full body listened with her hand again.  M-O-M!!!"

"WTF, a wand???  Really kids, all this over a wand???"  Note: I didn't really say WTF.  

"YES!"

They just don't care anymore.  It's cold outside.  We're inside.  There is no routine and we've done everything I had planned for them by 10:00 AM on day one.  Day one.  

I feel like I'm a caged animal at the zoo.  It's label reads, "American Family. We Aim Low."

Someone tell me again, why am I giving these kids presents???

In all seriousness, I hope you all have a wonderful holiday and a Happy New Year.  

I'll be back after the New Year.  

And don't forget to go to Cheesy Bloggers and read about my Damn Tree.

I love that Nutty Dingo so much I packed up and spent the day!

I'm over at Flannery's!  I forced my way over and I'm over at her house guest posting!  I guess after hanging out on her front porch and moving my RV in her driveway she decided to let me in the hope's I'd eventually leave.  

See, I want a dog.  My kids are allergic to everything including the control strip and damn-it I want a dog.  And Flan has the Dingo and that Dingo is one crazy dog and I wanted a piece of that action.  So I invited myself over and I'm settling in.

As a bonus, I hear she's wicked cool to drink with and since it's Friday and school started, I really need a drink.  I thought I'd start my binge early, sweat off my hangover off till Sunday and be out of her driveway by Monday.

Pop on over and visit Flannery at Living on the Spectrum: The Connor Chronicles. 

As Martha would say, "It's a good thing."  I'm only stealing her quote.  Martha really makes my butt pucker.