Me: A small java chip frappuccino, please Davis: Mom, just get me a milk please Me: We are going home you can get milk there Davis: Yeah well you can get coffee there, too, Mom! Touché my son, touché. But we don’t have java chips and whip cream at home is what I said underContinue reading “The truth hurts”
Let the healing begin, sort of. Dissolving stitches almost gone. Staples come out Tuesday. I know it’s probably been hard to piece together where things are with us so here is the abridged version. First surgery was for the EEG implant and we got the data we needed. Second and third surgeries were emergencies toContinue reading “Let the Healing Begin: Graphic Warning”
Holding and biting a cracker is such a big accomplishment for this little lady! And to keep nibbling at it makes her look like an average little eater. Yay for graham crackers!
So it’s only day one of 2014 and I am already behind. First, I never finished getting my Christmas cards out so if you didn’t get one enjoy this digital version, because I’m not going to even try. Second, my birthday. I am probably the only person in the history of Facebook who didn’t thank everyoneContinue reading “Slowing down”
Davis: I can do it! I don’t need your help. (Talking about tying his Gi belt.) Me: Please let me help you. You are getting so big and you don’t need me anymore for hardly anything. It makes me sad. (Big pouty face for effect) Davis: Nope. All I need you for is to cook.Continue reading “A tender moment with D”
So proud of my little student. It hadn’t really occurred to me what he was going to learn in Kgarten. Silly I know. (Allow me to reflect for a min). Back in August his teacher told us about the unique language they begin to write in as they learn how things sound. We saw theContinue reading
Monkey girl. Exciting stuff, y’all!!
Reese and her hands
More little things with her hands and her body awareness
We don’t talk much about Reese’s development. In many ways it’s her biggest problem from all that we deal with every day. Of course she doesn’t know it, well most of the time. Sometimes she looks at me and is so intently talking to me with her eyes, I feel like she must be frustratedContinue reading “Lost in the little things”