HUH?

Keara said to me last night, "Mamma, you are not the imaginary play sort are you?" It dawned on me that I am NOT. It also occurred to me that this is an area where I need to work on my parenting. I try to do crafts with the kids and we do all kinds of other games, but imaginary, make-believe stuff I just don't do. I am so not the type to play the voices with Barbie or pretend to be a dinosaur. Well I guess I need one more thing on my to-do-list!

Happy Birthday Mom

Today is my mommy's birthday. She is 56. She is having the BEST day ever this year since she and my dad are in Italy for a freaking MONTH. Today she got to witness my dad's lifelong dream come true...they went to the Grand Prix in Monaco. How cool is that? And, they are staying in a PRIME hotel, had FIRST CLASS seats at the race and MAN they are in freaking Monaco. They are going to visit my grandfather's birthplace, Milan, Florence, Sienna, Driving tour of Tuscany and Umbria areas to include the Chianti Trail, Cortona and Assisi, Day trip to Florence, and Tour to Pompeii and Vesuvious. They are going to have the best time. I am so jealous about the Chianti section of this trip! That sounds so heavenly. I cannot wait for all the wonderful stories and pictures! Happy Birthday Mom!

Tagged

Tagged by Silly

Name 5 things in your refrigerator
1. Wine
2. Three kinds of butter
3. Garlic paste
4. Beer....too many to count
5. Milk

Name 5 things in your closet
1. Jay's shirts
2. Jay's pants
3. Killian's Box
4. Socks
5. humidor

Name 5 things in your purse
1. Wallet
2. Bottle opener
3. Lotion
4. Lip balm
5. Pen

And alas I have noone to tag :(

Heartache

Drig comes running in the room crying. Of course I ask Kai "What did you do?" Kai says, "nothing mama!" Really I just used my words!" I ask Drig where he is hurt and he says "He hut ny hard nady" (he hurt my heart mommy) How SWEET is that?? Keara came over and said "that means his feelings were hurt momma!" REALLY?? Coming out of a 3 yr old, it melts the ticker.

Today is Friday

"Today is Friday Mom, we are not supposed to do reading on Friday! How can they tell me to read when I'm supposed to go to the library on Thursday? And I can't read everyday during the summer. I am supposed to have art today Mom. Why are reading today?"

This is how our day began. Keara could not get past this. Drig could not get past the door because "Today is Friday. Me not no school today." (of course this is what I deciphered)

So, today is Friday, I am told!

Kids

So my day started with Keara and Drig crying, which led to me crying. Keara was so worried about going to field day and then disappointing her therapist by not wanting to do it. I ended up picking her up early to avoid the field day. Drig was upset because he thought today was a school day (he finished last week) and when Jay left without him, he started sobbing. UGH Then it just hit me. I now have to just hold my breath and get them the help they need. I was telling Keara that we are trying to get her some help for her different thinking and she said "but definitely not a disability mom." Tears me up...yeah it is kinda just that and I have to be so careful to use the correct terminology. I just pray that I can get all this *help* together and in place for next school year. Kids can be MEAN. Keara is such a sweet girl. She certainly does not deserve some of the treatment she has gotten this year. I will be hopeful. I have Drig's IEP end year meeting on Mon. hopefully I can get some issues resolved then too. I never imagined that I would have two learning disabled children! I am in that *stuck on the idea* mode right now and I know when that passes I will progress better. I just have to get over the labels and get the help. We will do it!

Mother's Day

Kai's card...

Keara's card from school...

Keara's card from home...

Drig's card...

A great Mother's Day!

Jay also made a beautiful video for me and got me an Aspergers book! I slept until 9...woohoo!

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY

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Random

PPFFFTTT

So I had the postcard of a BAD parenting moment last night. Kai was goofing off as usual, and ran smack into the chair (soft recliner) but hit it with his chest. He comes running, gasping for air and had this look. I just couldn't help myself and started laughing. I was doubled over with pain, tears streaming down my face laughing. It was just so darn hysterical. I know that I shouldn't be laughing when my child is looking at me for help but OMG I just HAD to laugh. All the while Jay is scowling at me and Kai finally gets his breathe to say "Mommy IT IS NOT FUNNY!" But damn kid it was!!

My Boring Life...

HAHAHAHA

1. WTF is wrong with my boys? Why is it necessary to pour out the Cheerios and then mash them in the floor? Is this a new idea...NO but damn I thought this ended with the terrible twos. They'll teach me a thing or three!

2. Why are Keara's glasses always tilted half cockeyed across her beautiful face? Why must she push on the lenses with her sticky fingers ALL day long? Why did she have to get her daddy's awful eyes (color aside) anyway?

3. Why is it when I read instructions for anything, about 1/4 through I start seeing solid lines and no words? Why can't there be an idiot manual for the likes of me?

4. Why do I find aging to be a hysterical situation and Jay finds it loathsome? Why do children (or anyone for that matter) pull chairs out from under people? Why did I fail to reach for the chair when I do that 99% of the time? Why was the floor in which I splattered on basically concrete? WHY, do tell!

5. What makes your bruise go from the biggest, baddest (yes I KNOW that is not correct) shade of blue to that GAWD awful yellow/brown?

6. Why can't my brain help me think of more questions?????

Be back later maybe the ole brain will wake up.

It is HARD

You know I adore my kids, but it is so HARD! I keep thinking that one day it will be easier...my mom said so! But dammit it isn't getting any easier and in fact, it has been getting harder with each passing day. Keara has so many issues. Padraig has so many issues. Kai doesn't but anyone with a 4 year old boy will tell you that they are one of a kind without issues. Keara is seeing a counselor and Drig has his school but it isn't cutting the surface. ARGH You know I realize that I am not perfect and I know that there are parenting styles that may be better but I am doing the best I can. I think it has been a creative journey so far. I just wonder if I can keep up this pace of ingenious ideas for the next 15 years. GAWD I don't know. By the time they are out of the house, I fear I will be nothing! I devote so much of my time, mind, and heart to these *special* needs that there isn't really me in there anymore. I KNOW that is unhealthy but who else will do it for these kids. No one else has volunteered to guide them through their fears and routines. Jay does try. So it is me. I refuse to give up. They NEED me to advocate for them and I will. It is just so hard!

Melts My Heart

So apparently I have been doing something RIGHT! YEAH!!!! Keara got a certificate from the school on Thurs. saying that she had earned the most money in the 1st grade for their Read-A-Thon. She was then given a list of prize choices. We talked about it and I offered up a trip to the ice cream parlor as another idea. She chose to get the ice cream and donate the other $30 prize back to the school. She said "Hey that way I get a prize and the school gets one too!" How freaking awesome is that? Jay said he was a little bummed because we could have gotten a PS2 game or a dinner out, "I would have taken the damn prize!" What a terd!

My Big Boy