Showing posts with label Sensory issues. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sensory issues. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

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!

Friday, March 2, 2012

For the love of...cotton pajamas?!?

Alex has this new thing.  He doesn't like the feel of his pajama's.  Any of them.  He's officially boycotted all his jammies and is now sleeping in his underwear.  He's decided he doesn't like the "feel" of his old pajamas.

He simply woke up one morning and decided against polyester.

Honestly, I can't say I blame him.  The feel of polyester makes my skin crawl.  He now only wants 100% cotton.

I've tired to wait this one out for a few days, read: almost two weeks now, to see if something will change but he's sticking to his guns.  Only 100% cotton will do.

So I've gone off to Target and Walmart to see what they have.

And they don't have shit.

You know how hard it is to find pajama's that are not flame retardant?

It's bloody impossible.

And then I went back to Wally World and look what I found.

Ag-ent-PPPP!!!

I guess Disney and Walmarth don't care that much about burning babies in a house fire.  And I have to say, I don't care either.

The fact that Perry up there is from the twin bastards called Phineas and Ferb is just icing on the cake in our world.  Alex loves them.  Does it matter that I will forever have the phrase, "Moooom, Phineas and Ferb are making a title sequence!!" seared in my brain?  No.  The boy loves them.

I have learned to the necessary skill called 'selective hearing' so I'm living around them.  

I bought as many as they had and came home a hero.

If there's a fire, you're gonna die!!!

Now I have to go check all our fire alarms.  It won't do to have a fire when he's wearing those things.