Hi There

Hey, everybody. Poking my head out again after a week of unbridled sickness to say hello. I think we’re through the worst of it. I hope we are, but if you were wondering why I wasn’t blogging, that’s why.

Monday August got sent home from daycare with a fever. Then he threw up. My kids aren’t really pukers, so I took this as a bad sign.

Tuesday was a little better and then not better.

Wednesday had me in the doctor’s office with three sobbing children ages one and under. While I was in the waiting room I saw one tiny baby with three adults–some days I’m convinced I’m doing this thing all wrong. Turns out August had hand-foot-mouth, and Rex and Louie had ear infections. Hooray!

Hand-foot-mouth is one of my least-favorite childhood illnesses–it seems to drag on forever, it’s very painful, and it’s kind of gross. When Charlie got it he also got an all expense (not) paid trip to the hospital where we hung out for a few days, so I have a bunch of negative associations with this particular bug.

It’s now almost-Sunday and we seem to be pulling through the worst of it. Louie now also has hand-foot-mouth and we’re keeping an eye on Rex as well, but no one has a fever, no one is vomiting, and moods are improving.  August is over the worst of it and will be back in school on Monday.

Also: this weekend was the twins’ and Rex’s birthday. Thank goodness we had their party last week, huh?

Otherwise, the boys are good. August, who has been miserable for days, is still better than he is when he’s had gluten. I feel tremendously good about him. I feel good about all my boys, really. Granted, I have a whole house of non-talkers, but we’re getting places and my heart isn’t heavy with worry and more than anything I trust my mama-radar. Things will come together. And if they don’t? We’ll manage that too.

Night y’all and Happy Father’s Day.

The sickies in their native environment.

The sickies in their native environment.


I Could Be Handling It Better

I say it a lot, but I’m pretty sure it’s because it’s true: Mothering is not for the faint of heart.

The twins started daycare last week, and I’m not sure who’s handing it worse–them on me.

Louis did pretty well the first day, mostly distracted by the new toy phenomenon, but is completely horrified that I expect him to go back every other day. By the time I picked him up at the end of day two, he was a sniveling mess trying to tell me just how terrible it all was, by muttering “dah, dah, dah” for about five minutes straight. I really need to learn how to speak Louis.

August is doing OK. Well, he seems to be OK after I pry him off of me limb by limb. Usually he’s stopped screaming before I’ve walked out the building. He’s pretty good when I pick him up, though. I little crying, but totally happy once we’ve started heading for the car.

I watch them a lot on the closed circuit television channel the school has. It’s hard for me to understand how this is eventually going to improve their speech and social skills, but I’m trying to have faith in the process.

I really have no idea how working mothers do this. Hell, I don’t know how I’m doing it. Ever fiber in my being is screeching at me to SAVE THE BABIES.

So far, I have resisted, and have picked them up at the very reasonable hour of 3:30. They are making more sounds, so I guess that’s progress of a sort.

Like I said, not for the faint of heart.

The boys in daycare does allow us to do fun things like go out to eat for Charlie's birthday. So there's that.

The boys in daycare does allow us to do fun things like go out to eat for Charlie’s birthday. So there’s that.

Crazy Mom

Every parent is different, but almost every parent I know has considered doing something “alternative” for their special needs child. They don’t all make the leap–but most of them think about it. With Charlie, I was as disciplined as I could be. I researched EVERYTHING–cranial sacral, chiropractic, stem cells, HBOT, conductive education, ABR, Feldenkrais, ABM, Masgutova, patterning, supplements, and so on. I read

studies, I evaluated videos and blog posts. I considered sources, and looked for measurable progress versus generalities. Whenever I questioned my decisions, my husband would ask me, “have you read something that’s changed your mind?” and I would always go with the facts, not my gut.

Which is why it surprised me so much when I veered completely off course last week.

It started with an email from a friend who said she was trying something very off-the-beaten path with her child who has autism. She was guarded, but sent me a few links to investigate.

My investigation led me to a few more place where I found out that this unusual item would be shipping out in just twenty-four hours, so if I wanted to get some, now was the time.

This is where I started to lose my mind a little (or maybe a lot).

I was not all that impressed by the research–there just wasn’t enough of it, in my opinion. There were no videos on the topic, and there were like two blog posts–both written by parents who had their kids on every imaginable supplement and vitamin. And two posts? Not a ton of information there.

But that dang “Shipping Tomorrow!” thing kept pressing at the back of my brain. When would the next time come? Weeks? A month?

I was like one of those women lined up for a bridal sample sale.

Before I knew it I had shelled out over one hundred dollars (a lot over).

And this arrived in the mail two days later:



Completely off the rails.

You know what else? I frickin’ love this stuff. Might as well be magic in a bottle.

But I’m a little scared to tell you guys what it is because it’s the craziest thing you’ve ever heard of.

Any guesses?

Ever done anything crazy for you kids?

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