Time Marches On

Well, some more time has passed and I find myself looking backward at my thirty-fifth birthday. That’s right, I have somehow managed to stumble my way into middle age and here I am still wondering why people treat me like an adult. And wondering when they’re going to realize that I’m not one. . .

Turning 35 isn’t as bad as one might expect, though. I’ve been working my tail off on my own local blog and on the other local blog sites and it feels amazing to be doing something that I love this much. It’s a great feeling. I’m working with smart, interesting women who are developing their own sites, I’m getting to share all the stuff I’ve learned about blogging and social media over the years, and, and well, it’s good. It’s good, good, good and I am glad to be doing it.


So apparently the key to getting older is being happy with who you are. Or something like that. These are deep thoughts for a Monday.


The problem with 35 is that as if by magic, I am now acutely aware of how generally un-fit and not-healthy I am. I’ve been conveniently avoiding this for ages now–being pregnant really helps with that–but here it is. Unhealthy. My diet is crap and consists largely of chicken nuggets, I’m practically mainlining Diet Coke, and I don’t eat nearly enough vegetables. And really, I could probably ignore all of this, but I’m tired a lot too and it’s hard to keep up with the kids and that seems like a really good reason to get my butt in gear. I also have some very mild arthritis that seems to have settled into my elbows and I’d like to get that looked at as well. I need a tune up, apparently.

So there it is. Thirty-five and doin’ alright. That’s doesn’t rhyme, but you get the idea.

Til next time.


So How’s August?

Maybe you’re wondering! Maybe you’d like to know how things are going since I yanked him out of preschool and began the slow process of turning him into Boo Radley.

Actually, he’s doing pretty dang great. There are things that I have always known about him, but now I have a chance to really see them and see how those things can make it difficult for him to be successful.

He’s got the low tone. LOW. He’s also easily frustrated. This combination means that he’s likely to give up before mastering things.

So we’re working hard on some fine motor things and I’m seeing improvement.

I’ve also got him on a lot of supplements. I read and read, and add things to see if they help. I think we’re up to four supplements.  He’s friendlier than ever and loves to play. He’s babbling a little bit which is great because it’s him talking–not just imitating, but really saying something. He’s trying to interact with Louis which is new. He’s doing a great job responding to his name. His belly is a lot flatter and I’m seeing a lot less of the hurting-tummy behaviors.

Is he perfect? Nope. Is he good? Absolutely.

I also took him to see a DAN doctor. That’s a person who treats autism disorders with the belief that there’s an underlying cause. This lady has recommended several tests to assess August’s digestion and as soon as I scrape together a few dollars, I’ll be getting that done. I’m hoping this will reveal any underlying allergies or food intolerances because I know I haven’t found them all. He still has these dark circles under his eyes that they call allergic shiners.

Louie is good too–loving school, learning so much, coming home covered in dirt and sand.

Things are good right now. They really are. I’m trying to enjoy the calm while it’s here.

Good Things

I haven’t posted in over a week! What a shame. . . I’m sure you were all just fine though.

We’ve had a lot going on, but nothing to crazy or chaotic–well, no more than usual.

Rex needs ear tubes. He’s had five ear infections in six months and two of those required multiple treatments, so Wednesday I’ll be taking him off in the wee hours of the morning to have them placed. I’m crossing my fingers that he won’t need to have his adenoids removed as well because that hurts a good deal more than just tubes and Rex takes things personally. I have no doubt he will blame me personally for any and all pain that he feels.

I finally did something I’ve been talking about doing for quite some time–I started a website for parents in my local area. It’s busy, but very fun, and we’ve already had interest from advertisers, so I don’t think I could be any happier with how it’s going. It has contributors, which is wonderful because now I have people that I chat with throughout the week about writing and the site. I feel like I’m pushing myself out of my comfort zone in a good way. We even have plans to do some in-person events and I think that will be great for me–I pretty much started living in my computer after Charlie was born and while I’m a big fan of the Internet, I do think it’s good to get out every once and a while and mingle with people who aren’t made of pixels and whatnot.

August had yet another mild gluten exposure and it’s like I finally woke up to the fact that he is going to be battling this for life, or at least for a long time. I want to treat his symptoms and then do nothing when he’s feeling well. That’s not working, though, so I’m giving him several supplements that encourage digestion and healing of the stomach lining. I figure if I can’t eliminate gluten from the the planet, I can at least minimize the effect it has on his stomach. This means he’s getting a daily dose of digestive enzymes, probiotics, and camel’s milk. I’m also adding in slippery elm when I can. I have some other stomach-friendly supplements/herbs I will be investigating and may add those as well. He’s acting happier and friendlier than ever and today I caught him singing the alphabet song along with one of his DVDs.

We are good here. I’m ready for school to resume, so I can get a little bit of a routine going, but life with the four kings is going pretty well.

I’ll see you around.


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