We did it. We drove five hundred million miles and are in this new place I think we’ll be calling home. I think. It’s getting hard to feel like we will ever be settled. Lance did a great job picking out the house. It will… work… for now. Anything was going to be an adjustment… Continue reading Home?
For the third time in 2 years we’re packing up to move across too many miles to a new home in a new location. When we left Port Orchard two years ago, I was ready. I didn’t want to tell people I was okay with leaving, as if doing so would say that I didn’t… Continue reading Getting good at starting over.
My supertalent is eating my words. Which is super duper great because I have to eat my words all of the damn time. I have love handles from words eaten. Last week I wrote a post about how awesome I am because my boys don’t whine. I clicked post and Karma was all “Ahahahahahah! She… Continue reading Jinx.
My oldest was born 6 weeks premature. He was on a ventilator and then oxygen at first and spent the first few weeks of his life in intensive care. During that time, I pumped breastmilk the prescribed 8 times a day in preparation for when I’d be able to nurse. I marveled at this new… Continue reading Let my sons see your boobs!
Hi. This isn’t a real post. I wish I had more time to do this up right, but I don’t have time- because they don’t have time. Last year while living in Virginia I got to meet two remarkable people. They were in the process of trying to adopt a child from Russia. The little… Continue reading I need your help again.
My boys don’t whine. They don’t. It’s the one damn thing I think I might have gotten right in this whole parenting world*. They fight. They punch each other (in fact, last night Carter started WAILING on Casey in the car. Brother punches, not angry punches. As he was doing it, Casey was laughing to… Continue reading How to get your kids to stop whining.
When Casey was first diagnosed with autism, I set out to be the perfect special needs mom. I worked really hard to know all of the information, read all of the books, all while trying to do the regular mom stuff- cleaning, laundry, meals, etc. I burnt out hard. I flung myself into a depression… Continue reading 10 things I wish I would have done as a special needs parent from the beginning.