I went on a field trip with Casey’s entire fourth grade today. To save money, the school has parents drive the kids. I had three extra kids with me who engaged with me and each other the entire drive. The fourth, my son, scripted in the back seat and refused to engage with anyone else… Continue reading Approach.
I wrote about this on my facebook page the other day, but I thought I’d write out the whole story. Things have been, eh, busy for us lately. Friday I spent the entire morning working on Abby’s medical crap so she could start school on Monday. I went back and forth to the school, to… Continue reading People of Target for the Win.
“Is there anything else the preschool teacher needs to be aware of?” I was on the phone with the Special Education director for preschools in our district. We’d been over Abby’s hearing and health, and are planning on her starting at the school this week. Hopefully. “Uhm, yes. I’m actually sitting in the parking lot… Continue reading In her silence, she is golden.
I’ve danced around it in posts published, and addressed it directly in posts I was entirely too afraid to publish. I’ve wanted desperately to talk about the other thing going on, but was too afraid to for a lot of reasons. Reasons that might probably still be realized when I publish this post, but I… Continue reading Can I be your apostate friend?
I got the greatest email the other day. In it, a lady told me of being at a park and seeing a teenager with Down syndrome run up to an especially obnoxious badelynge of ducks (I just found that word, it’s the correct word for a group of ducks on the ground. If you get nothing… Continue reading Age Appropriate Social Skills, Nope. Ducks.
The movie “Up” by Disney-Pixar tells the sweetest love story in just a couple of minutes. You watch this couple fall in love, get married, build a house, and then contemplate having children. You see them build a nursery and then in a doctor’s office, where Ellie is sobbing. It’s unclear whether or not she… Continue reading Resolve.
Today I woke up, and in the haze that has followed me since Wednesday, I numbly got my kids ready and walked them to school. By the time I got home, I was soaked from the pouring rain. I didn’t realize that I had an unused umbrella in my hand until I put it down… Continue reading Kelli and Issy Stapleton, the media, and the story that needs to be told.