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"No, Mommy. Don' give M&M's me inna morning, because then inna school ana toilet paper. Ana M&M's I poop! Nooooo good."
Translation: Mommy, please don't give me M&M's in the morning. They make me poop at school.
Oh.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Faces of Autism
Once upon a time, the lovely Casdok had an idea. "What would be a creative way to showcase our children- our beautiful children- our beautiful children with Autism? I think I'll start a blog that does just that". And so Faces of Autism was born.
Okay, well maybe it didn't happen quite like that, but really, this is a super-cool blog.
You should check it out. Like now. Go on, click the linky thing.
Was I right? Of course I was. It's awesome.
Since it is a super-cool blog, Mr. Super-cool Jaysen had to get his cuteness in there somewhere, so here is his post.
If you would like to contribute, email a picture and link (if you have one) to Casdok at motherofshrek@hotmail.co.uk. You do not need a blog to participate.
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Okay, well maybe it didn't happen quite like that, but really, this is a super-cool blog.
You should check it out. Like now. Go on, click the linky thing.
Was I right? Of course I was. It's awesome.
Since it is a super-cool blog, Mr. Super-cool Jaysen had to get his cuteness in there somewhere, so here is his post.
If you would like to contribute, email a picture and link (if you have one) to Casdok at motherofshrek@hotmail.co.uk. You do not need a blog to participate.
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Charmed, I'm sure.
Now- is it cooler that I got an award, or that nobody seems to know what it says, or even can agree on which language it's in??? You decide. It rocks either way. AND- it says I'm charming. Read on...
The Rules:
Leave the following message on your post when you pass the award on to their chosen eight blogger buddies.
“These blogs are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in prizes or self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers! Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must choose eight more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award.”
See? It's right there. Exceedingly charming.
And who can deny an award whose rules include the words "self-aggrandizement" and "propagated"?!?
Not I.
So- eight blogs that I find exceedingly charming are:
What??? There's nine??? Get over it- there's a lot of charm out there.
Thank you again, Kia!
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Once upon a breakfast.
Mornings are hectic. This morning was no different.
Usually, I run around the house while preparing for takeoff- finish getting ready for work, keeping an eye on Jaysen's juice so Rylan doesn't drink it, collecting books for backpack, ice pack in lunchbox, hunting down videos, crapzilla there's the bus!!! Y'know- everyday "morning" kinda stuff.
I usually have 15 minutes to gauge if Jaysen is going to eat some form of breakfast.
Chances are- he's not.
My tactic is that while I'm running, I will make a detour over to Jaysen every few minutes to stick a forkfull of waffle in his mouth. Careful not to displace any syrup because ohmigod that's a total sensory disaster waiting to happen. All he has to do is chew and swallow.
Don't judge. no breakfast = crabby kid. You come live with him.
This morning, however, I realize I am actually sitting on the couch feeding him. Forkful after forkful, waffle, waffle, sausage, waffle, waffle, sausage...WTF?
I stop, and give Jaysen this cockeyed 'how did I get here' look-
"Jaysen... why am I feeding you????"
He looked dead at me and said-
" 'Cuz I'm...Super Cool Jaysen."
Oh, for real? Because you mom's laughing so hard there's snot coming out of her nose.
Now that's super cool.
Usually, I run around the house while preparing for takeoff- finish getting ready for work, keeping an eye on Jaysen's juice so Rylan doesn't drink it, collecting books for backpack, ice pack in lunchbox, hunting down videos, crapzilla there's the bus!!! Y'know- everyday "morning" kinda stuff.
I usually have 15 minutes to gauge if Jaysen is going to eat some form of breakfast.
Chances are- he's not.
My tactic is that while I'm running, I will make a detour over to Jaysen every few minutes to stick a forkfull of waffle in his mouth. Careful not to displace any syrup because ohmigod that's a total sensory disaster waiting to happen. All he has to do is chew and swallow.
Don't judge. no breakfast = crabby kid. You come live with him.
This morning, however, I realize I am actually sitting on the couch feeding him. Forkful after forkful, waffle, waffle, sausage, waffle, waffle, sausage...WTF?
I stop, and give Jaysen this cockeyed 'how did I get here' look-
"Jaysen... why am I feeding you????"
He looked dead at me and said-
" 'Cuz I'm...Super Cool Jaysen."
Oh, for real? Because you mom's laughing so hard there's snot coming out of her nose.
Now that's super cool.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Spammity Spam
That's my new theme song. I want it to play whenever I walk.
My life has been reduced to a gelatinous glop of Spam.
Surely you remember last Sunday's craptastic episode of floody goodness?
Ahh... the memories.
Well don't you sweat it, my pretties, because there is a second, surprise installment of the Life of Me!
Checkitout-
Now, there is some mildewy ickiness happening in the basement from the flood. After mopping with bleach, I don't know what else to do. There are some drywall/paneling casualties as well. Okay, whatev.
A pipe from the main bathroom is leaking into the basement again (it was replaced earlier this year)- all over my workbench, which is where I scrapbook, so I lost my remaining scrapbooks and pictures that didn't get ruined when it flooded. I don't know where it's leaking from since none of the tiles in the ceiling are even damp.
Electrical fires are a joy. Had a couple of them too, so half of my house has no power. Also no attic fan. The stove still works, so at least I was able to cook dinner. In the dark.
Does the shit ever stop? Like ever???
I'm patiently awaiting the locusts.
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My life has been reduced to a gelatinous glop of Spam.
Surely you remember last Sunday's craptastic episode of floody goodness?
Ahh... the memories.
Well don't you sweat it, my pretties, because there is a second, surprise installment of the Life of Me!
Checkitout-
Now, there is some mildewy ickiness happening in the basement from the flood. After mopping with bleach, I don't know what else to do. There are some drywall/paneling casualties as well. Okay, whatev.
A pipe from the main bathroom is leaking into the basement again (it was replaced earlier this year)- all over my workbench, which is where I scrapbook, so I lost my remaining scrapbooks and pictures that didn't get ruined when it flooded. I don't know where it's leaking from since none of the tiles in the ceiling are even damp.
Electrical fires are a joy. Had a couple of them too, so half of my house has no power. Also no attic fan. The stove still works, so at least I was able to cook dinner. In the dark.
Does the shit ever stop? Like ever???
I'm patiently awaiting the locusts.
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Sunday, September 21, 2008
I found a million dollars!
Okay, so I didn't.
But what I did find is the ultimate epitome of awesomeness.
What I found- is better than money. Better than gold. Better than jewels. Better than sex.
It's even better than Ezra.
I found...(potential) babysitters.
I know! I am so excited!
I say (potential) because I haven't done any formal interviewing yet, but still- this is huge!
I have never had one-a dem before, and Jaysen will be seven next month (my mother is a saint in that department).
And actually, it was Jaysen who found them! There were two neighborhood kids just passing by, and Jaysen McSocialpants decided to strike up a conversation to the best of his ability. They thought he was adorable (well duh), and we bonded from there.
They're sisters, and they have a cousin, or a cousin's friend, or a friend's cousin... who has Autism, so they're not spooked by that, and they just seem so sweet. They gave me their numbers and said to call whenever I wanted to get to know them better. How cool is that- not "call me for a job", but "call me to get to know me better". Color me impressed already.
Real, live (potential) babysitters!
I am so geeked.
Keep your fingers crossed.
But what I did find is the ultimate epitome of awesomeness.
What I found- is better than money. Better than gold. Better than jewels. Better than sex.
It's even better than Ezra.
I found...(potential) babysitters.
I know! I am so excited!
I say (potential) because I haven't done any formal interviewing yet, but still- this is huge!
I have never had one-a dem before, and Jaysen will be seven next month (my mother is a saint in that department).
And actually, it was Jaysen who found them! There were two neighborhood kids just passing by, and Jaysen McSocialpants decided to strike up a conversation to the best of his ability. They thought he was adorable (well duh), and we bonded from there.
They're sisters, and they have a cousin, or a cousin's friend, or a friend's cousin... who has Autism, so they're not spooked by that, and they just seem so sweet. They gave me their numbers and said to call whenever I wanted to get to know them better. How cool is that- not "call me for a job", but "call me to get to know me better". Color me impressed already.
Real, live (potential) babysitters!
I am so geeked.
Keep your fingers crossed.
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