Wise-crack Wednesday: Read on for a good laugh

I have not watched Breaking Bad. I know enough though. I know the premise and some of the characters. After this week’s Emmy winnings, it’s hard not to want to see it, I admit. But I can still appreciate the humor of this post by an amazingly powerful writer and down-to-earth mom.

http://momastery.com/blog/2014/08/25/see-no-jesse/

It’s possible some will be offended by this. But if you’re my friend, you’ve no doubt heard me drop a cuss word like I was part of an HBO special. It’s normally when I’m mad or passionately inspired to change something. Or maybe just cranky.

So cheers to a great history in mommy-dom.

Six Years Ago

Feeling sentimental because six years ago (back in June), we held this roly-poly tomato-red little guy in our arms and didn’t know what to call him. This grumpy, pensive little porker with a big appetite. Fast forward six years, and other than that appetite you’ve changed so very much!

Davis the Thinker

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This week alone you have demonstrated how mature you are and how much you can appreciate your role as big brother. But this post is all about you and not the rest of us.Continue reading “Six Years Ago”

A Successful Day in our Special Needs World

Wow. Feels so good and yet it’s so simple. When we started speech therapy a month ago we discussed her left brain limitations and the therapist suggested we start with right brain communication. Makes sense to me!

So that means musical/sounds verses words and reading. She also is somewhat limited by her fine motor skills so signing hasn’t gone very far yet. Enter pictures! We use cards at therapy to see what we are talking about and associate the sound with the object. Cow says moo kind of thing.

So we made a book of pictures of things from around the house. We’ve had some success with milk and puppy (her blanket).

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Baby Steps Toward Change

The week we finally have a pattern emerging, we are facing the big upset of back to school! I tell ya, never say things should stay just like this, because they can’t. There’s too much around us changing. I’m still committing to make more of the good change happen than let other stuff get us down. And that brings me to another thought about essential oils.

These oils. I can’t fully explain it in the scientific way I would like, but they are making a difference for us. It’s about supporting our bodies and encouraging and stimulating our brains for all over health. (Edited)

We breath them, rub them, squirt them and ( I am ingesting them). It’s a slow process, but Davis is a willing participant and that has helped this mommy stay on track. Reese even seems to want her feet rubbed, which is progress in itself because her hypersensitivity always made her pull away before. I see her working the puzzle or studying the book and I know we have to keep trying to give her every but of support.

That’s why change of any kind is worth it. I’ve decided there are two ways to look at embarking on the oil experience… Start out by being prepared for when things happen and being able to have a first aid kit all made up and then see what happens, OR there is the other camp who first wants to address some kind of existing issue and be preventative and thoughtful up front about where to focus your efforts.

Every one is different so that’s why I throw it out there. Both options may work. For me, I am doing a little of both. I have identified my key recurring issues and we are addressing those with success. But, change happens daily around here so there are plenty of in-the-moment needs like a cut or rash, and I am trying to grab oils first.

I don’t think it’s realistic to say you are going to change your life even in 3 months and convert to all oils. I am all about baby steps. I still embrace the 14-year-old version of dorky me who quoted the classic “What About Bob” whenever possible.

“I can do anything if I take baby steps!” http://youtu.be/ncFCdCjBqcE

And this my friends is what OK with change is all about. In between the musings and the family memories, I hope to share how I’m taking these baby steps in the pursuit of accepting all kinds of change.

*Photo from What About Bob courtesy of  www.chickensmoothie.com

Poem: A Portrait in a Prison

It’s in the time-stands-still moments I know you best.
A silken caress, a deep sigh of depression.
Mesmerizing eyes, faintly there.
A portrait in a prison.

It’s in the crush-my-heart moments I know you best.
A stinging grasp, a tormented cry of rage.
Piercing eyes desperately stare.
A dove in a cage.

It’s in the cotton candy moments I know you best.
The melting lips, a joyous gurgle of wonderland.
Sparkling eyes, reaching deeply.
A precious pearl in my hand.

It’s in these moments I’ve come to need you more, I believe.
I push away, I cringe.
I squeeze, I nurture, I breath.

Never would I be a million free birds,
But just one caged with you.
Nor do I dare loose my hands,
For a precious pearl awaits the blue.

Flying, falling, sinking, soaring,
We are yet to find the place to be free.
Cages and prisons and hands be damned.
Holding on I am, tightly for eternity.

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