Ever feel like there aren't enough hours in one day? I get you. I totally do. Time management is a tricky thing. When I started on my work-at-home journey, the biggest struggle I had was time management. I don't have regular working hours. Sure, I ...more
First, let me say that I love my son. He has brought more joy to my life than I could ever have imagined.
Good, now that we have that straight, I must confess.
I don’t actually remember all of my son’s firsts. Nor do I have video documentation ...more
For the past few years, I have debated the benefits of letting my kids use technology during summer vacation. Most of the time, we are an unabashedly tech-friendly house. My kids have e-readers and laptops and our house probably has a few too many ...more
Ridiculous in light of more important rules we need around here, but hey, a girl can dream. Funny thing is, we don't actually even HAVE any official household rules. It's on my list to thoughtfully draft some one day soon. I probably would have done ...more
I peeled an orange in the shower. I know, it sounds ridiculous, but it really happened. There I was, in the shower, minding my own business, when Tiny-Small burst through the door yelling, “I’m hungee, Mom! I’m hungee!” I told her I’d be out in a ...more
First of all, just writing that title made me go “AHJHJKJgajgdajsgdjhagdhja” because we all want this for our daughters, don’t we? We all want our daughters to grow up brave and empowered, able to stick up for themselves in an unpressured environment that, frankly, does not exist. And that’s really the root of all of this, isn’t it? The world is a rollercoaster. How do we help our girls ride without puking? Is there an antidote? An emotional Dramamine we can prescribe to keep them from feeling sick as they go up and down and upside down and backwards?
"We love it when our guests are happy!" That's what the red-coated Monterey Bay Aquarium official told me, as she and I stood next to my son Leo, who was blissfully sprawled out on the the floor looking up at a tank full of sparkling anchovies. I had just explained to her that Leo was enraptured rather than upset or injured, and I hoped it was OK for him to be on the floor since his sisters and I were ringing him and he wasn't in anyone's way. Autism acceptance as guest relations policy. What a wonder. What a gift.
Summer is here again, and you might be wondering what fun activities you can get your child with special needs involved in. Depending on the level of your child’s abilities, you might consider sending him or her to the local seasonal camp at the nearby park. Many cities have parks and recreation departments that offer affordable camps and activities for the children in the community during spring and summer. And yes, there are a number of camps designed especially for children with speech, academic and physical delays, which can provide a great experience for your child....more
In case you were wanting to feel better about your pre-pubescent years, in honor of Flashback Friday (still a thing? people seem to be all up on the Throwback Thursday business), and recycling I present to you ... clueless Grace at age 10 ....more
Another week down with our baby boy! Overall theme of this week: figuring out a new normal with three kids, coming down off the highest of highs after birth, but still enjoying this transition as much as possible.Nicknames: P-man, Porter-Port, Mister P, and I hate to even admit this one but it seems to be rolling off my tongue more and more these days....Porter-Poo. Truman even calls him that sometimes ....more
It's so easy to get caught up in everyday life, moments pass us by all the time. We barely notice anymore, sad really. With a whole bunch of life changes happening recently in my life, (and of course me being 40 years old), it has caused me to reflect pretty deeply. ...more
Today is the last day of Vacation Bible School. Joe had to miss it yesterday since he was feeling sick but was happy to be able to make it on the last day. It feels so strange having just Amy for almost 3 hours each morning ....more
The other night, I dreamt I was back in the Philippines, visiting. I was walking in the same halls I used to walk when I taught in University. There were the usual groups of students seated on the floor, by their professor's door, waiting for consultation hours to begin. It was the same dimly-lit and almost claustrophobic faculty center which I used to call my office building. It was far from being ideal, but it was home to me, and represented a job I loved and truly enjoyed....more