My 4 year old son has Aspergers, and let’s just say that despite our best efforts his social calendar mainly involves his siblings so far. His sometimes incessant ramblings about math, Minecraft, and National Geographic combined with a tendency to tantrum if “the rules” are not followed leave his preschool peers alarmed, confused, annoyed or a combination of all three.
Despite my certainty that Adam is destined for greatness someday, I do sometimes worry that he will be lonely, which is why his enthusiasm for our pet chickens came as a delightful surprise. But what has been even better is our chickens’ enthusiasm for Adam. Continue reading →
Due to popular demand, I have decided not to throw the baby out with the bathwater. Though The Foorce may be left behind in NYC, Mondays and Monday Minutes are definitely still happening here in Texas. And with more kids than ever before, I figure more kids = more Monday Minutes, because everything’s bigger in Texas, right?
And yes, I know it’s not a Monday – let’s not get picky here.
Ian (runs in, pointing to his chest): Mooommmmm, Adam drew a spot on me! Continue reading →
So sorry for the delayed absence on my end – the list of things to write about has grown as big as the state I’m living in, which for the most part is a good thing! The kick-off to summer (though it’s not even officially here yet) has been as busy as it has been hot. And let’s not forget wet – on the eve of Tropical Storm Bill, no less. Here’s just a little of what’s been going on:
PS – Don’t worry, James got there fine and is having a great time in NY! More soon (I hope).
Reader beware: this week’s photos contain graphic material that may be unsuitable for some viewers. I know I was unsettled.
This guy FLEW across the room the other night as I approached him armed with a bottle of Windex and a roll of Viva. He was like “Seriously? That’s all you got?” I am only slightly embarrassed to admit running back down the hall whimpering loudly enough to wake up two children.
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The kids had done their research, so as we headed out to get our long-awaited chicks from SeaBreeze Hens there was some bickering about whether Black Australorps or Americuana chicks would be the best, based on the virtues of “being too big for a hawk to eat it” versus “laying blue and green eggs.” We picked up a sack of chicken nuggets to commemorate the occasion (and to prevent hanger) and arrived just in time to feed some baby goats. Did I mention my kids love Seabreeze Hens? Continue reading →