Hooters

On my new haircut:
Jaysen: I like your twins.
Me: What twins?
Jaysen: What are those called again?
Me: Bangs.


On walking in on me putting on my bra:
Jaysen: Nice boob-clothes you got there.


Yep. He's a keeper.

Psssst....

I'm going to let you in on a secret...

I want to tell you about this super cool blog.
It's called Spectrum Siblings, and if you are a parent of a child with Autism, or even are looking to understand it a bit better-

You have got to check this out!

Cale, the author of Spectrum Siblings, does a phenomenal job of describing what it is like to be on the Spectrum, as well as has a treasure chest of information, tips, and tricks- that he himself, has Autie-approved.

Why else is Spectrum Siblings the awesomest???

Because I'm guest blogging there today.

Longtime followers may have already heard our story, but I do have some newbies.

(Hi newbies!)

Go and check it out. Now.

Twenty-sixteen

That's officially how old I am.

Yesterday was my birthday-
(Usually, Companion doesn't like me blogging about him, but too bad.)

Mari (my birthmom) was in town, and wanted to get together for my birthday-ironic? Hahaha...
Because of the weather, she cancelled and wanted to reschedule. I know what you're thinking, how can you reschedule my birthday? I mean, MY birthday?!? Whatever.

So dinner ended up being Companion, my sister, my cousin and his girlfriend. It was just dinner- nobody was hanging out or partying, everyone had other responsibilities to attend to. I should mention that I wasn't feeling the best- I was tired and my stomach was killing me.

As we pulled into the driveway, I noticed my sister turned in just before me.
What the heck was Sissy doing here? I thought she had to rush home?
And why is there a pick up truck in the driveway? Who's truck is that?
....
Yep. Companion threw me a surprise party- and boy, was I surprised!
I walked in to a fully decorated house, and a bunch of people in my living room.
Everybody that I am in contact with on a daily basis was in on it.
He had old friends, new friends, work friends, family friends, and friends I didn't even know.
A few friends got missed, but he did a really nice job. His biggest challenge was that I have a lot of friends (who'd of thought?), but none of them know each other. (Divide and conquer, people)
I even had a friend who took the bus from Downtown to my city, and walked a quarter mile in the snow to my house!

There was beer, food, beer, music, beer, no kids, beer, cake, and beer.
Really- what more could you ask for.

I should also mention that I've wanted a surprise party since I was 14, and never had one. There was nothing that I wanted more than that. Just a surprise party, dammit- is that too much to ask for?!? I mean, I stopped asking for a pony when I was like, eight!
So, yay! I got my party!
And despite my feeling icky, it was really awesome.
Way to go, Companion! You done good.

What? You didn't get invited???
I'm claiming innocence because obviously I didn't know-
Take it up with Companion.

So, it took twenty-sixteen years, but I had the best birthday ever!
Thank you!!!

Oh snap-

Happy Friday 13th Everyone!!!

Old math.

One sick kid + one sick kid = no fun.

Party Gras

The Mardi Gras dance was AWESOME!

As soon as we walked in, a girl in Jaysen's class ran up to him, said "hi", and they made a beeline for the dancefloor. I had to chase him down to take his coat off. He danced for a bit *kicking myself for not picking up a camera battery*, ate pizza, danced some more, ran around the dance floor, ate more pizza, flashed his boobs... just seeing if you're paying attention.

He had a great time. And I had a great time watching him. Usually, Jaysen's extremely clingy- not tonight! He was out and about, having a blast.

And yes- we did get a King Cake, and yes, it did have a plastic baby in it. A golden plastic baby. It's his new treasure.

I have a date.

...And I'm so excited!
He's blond, blue eyed, very handsome, has a great sense of humor... did I mention he's 4 feet tall?

Tonight at the school, they're having a Mardi Gras dance! Despite all of the rough patches lately, Jaysen has agreed to go with me, and is totally looking forward to it. Why is my son so suddenly interested in social events, you may ask? Two words- King Cakes.

Apparently, King Cakes are a Mardi Gras tradition. They're cakes, with a surprise baked into them- a coin, bean, other small token... and the finder of this surprise is said to have good luck bestowed upon them. What do the King Cakes at Jaysen's Mardi Gras party have in them?

Plastic babies.

For reals? Yep. Plastic babies. I do not know why they chose to have plastic babies- possibly because one may choke on a coin, but the chances of choking on a baby are slim to none? I cannot fathom any other reason. However, the cake-with-the-plastic-baby-in-it was enough to send Jaysen over the edge into hilarity (and myself too). He must go and see the baby-cakes. Babycakes?

I will definitely keep posted about this event.
Hold onto your babies, they just may wind up in a cake.
Which upon second thought, may not be all that bad of a place to be...