Quirky. Gifted. Highly Gifted. Twice Exceptional. A Handful. Hyper. Distractible. Bright. High Energy. Intense. Funny. Sensory Integration Disorder. Sensory Processing Disorder. Highly Sensitive. Fine Motor Delay. Some combination of the above labels would likely be used by the public education system in order to classify and process my oldest son. He’s kind of hard to…
Continue ReadingIf you met me at the park I’d seem normal enough. I’d probably be dressed in jeans, a t-shirt and some kick-ass Dansko boots I paid too much for – as opposed to, say, a broomstick skirt and Birkenstocks. I’m no fashion plate, but I wear makeup. I shave my legs and my armpits. You…
Continue ReadingSo little Thomas has made his arrival and I have tons and tons and tons I want to write about. All in good time. I keep thinking about how things are different the third time around. And how much easier it all is in so many ways. My brother is getting ready to have his…
Continue ReadingYup. Thought yesterday was going to be the day. Cooked some more. Cleaned some more. Payed the bills. Had contractions all day. Marveled at my perfect children. (Seriously, the 5 year old played happily with his action figures by himself while his sister took a 3 hour nap. When does that ever happen?) Woke up…
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