November 26, 2014

How Do We Protect Our Special Daughters?

We listened to this man's thoughtful commentary on the radio and welcomed the other man into our homes every Thursday night for eight television seasons. Both intelligent, successful, well respected, charming—why wouldn’t we trust them?

It’s hard to believe they’re actually monsters, if not sick puppies at the very least.

I’m not the only woman who believed they were the “good guys.” If you don’t know who I'm talking about then your computer, television and radio are broken. Oh, and your newspaper subscription has expired.

I consider myself a pretty good judge of character and my “creep-o-meter” is seldom far off the mark. Yet I didn’t sense anything but trustworthy. Up until recently, Bill Cosby was ranked as the #3 most trusted celebrity in America. He's since dropped 2,615 spots.

As for Jian Ghomeshi? I listened to him daily. I respected him and usually agreed with his opinion on a variety of topics. I even encouraged a friend to go out with him! She didn't. Thank... god.

I have to wonder what happened to make them this way. You know that something happened. Somewhere along the way an incident or prolonged exposure to something dark or painful twisted them away from" normal", decent, healthy or whatever.

Despite what happened to them in their formative years, what they are inflicting upon others now is not okay. More than that, it’s humiliating, hurtful, horrible, hateful…

I feel for the women and families affected, but selfishly it’s not them who fill me with worry and dread.

What about my girl? She’s beautiful, inside and out. She’s kind and loving and completely naive. She could easily fall prey to a monster disguised as a man.

How do I teach her to be wary when her eyes only see the good and her heart is always wide open?

How do we protect our daughters?! Especially our 'special' girls who are even more vulnerable?

photo credit: kevin dooley via photopin 

November 17, 2014

We Need To Talk About Kevin

What people said when I told them we were getting a cat.

A) We have reasons.
B) Correct, I'm a dog person. Cats are pretty weird.
C) You can never have too many pets, can you? Wait. Cat horders. I suppose you can.
D) I am a little allergic—hives, scratchy throat, red eyes swollen eyes, sneezy allergic.

So WHY get a cat??!!


Our girl likes loves animals. Dogs, cats, anything with fur.

Or without fur even. RIP Ernie. We miss you tremendously.

When she grows up I imagine she'll choose a vocation involving animals. Perhaps she'll work as a vet tech? Or at a vet clinic or animal shelter in some capacity—greeting clients, feeding and grooming the animals. How perfect would that be? When she's a bit older, I plan to help her set up and run a pet sitting or dog walking business.

The way I see it, Avery's passion is clear. So if we can do anything to help her gain the experience to guide her along that path, shouldn't we?

So this leads us to... KEVIN.

Kevin the cat. My friend Ali was telling us about her cousin's cat, the original Kevin. RIP to you too Kevin the 1st. (He's probably in heaven chasing Ernie.). Avery heard the name and loved it. So, Kevin the orange tabby it is.

He's curious and cuddly and a little bit cheeky. I'm smitten with this kitten. It turns out I actually AM a cat person. Who knew? And one allergic pill a day and my hives are held at bay. It's worth it.

Where did Kevin come from? 

A perk of having a sister in law who's a vet. She's truly the cat's meow. Doctor Fraser rescued Kevin from a shelter, nursed him to health, neutered him and fostered him until he was big enough to be handled by an enthusiastic eight year old.

My poor brother took the brunt of Kevin's enthusiastically wild sharp-nailed pouncing for the several weeks Kevin lived with them.

When our mom asked him on the phone what little Kevin was like my brother said (while dressing a particularly deep scratch), "This cat is nuts. He's got no fear, feels no pain, he's all over the place and he gets into everything. Oh my god, he's the cat version of Avery! Good luck to them with that!"

He's right. Kevin is a little stinker.

And he IS the purrfect match for his new cat mama—both Avery and Kevin are always in search of a good time.

When I told my husband my brother warned we'd have our hands full with the "feline Avery," he clearly took it to heart because the next morning he woke up and said, "I dreamed we went to pick up Kevin but your brother was a cat. Like, a giant man cat." Of course he then demonstrated my brother Mike walking around meowing and banging into walls.

I laughed until my stomach hurt and then of course I made this.

Mike.... um, we need to talk about Kevin.* Wait, forget Kevin, let's talk about YOU as a man cat. I can't stop laughing. I hope I didn't hurt your felines posting this at your expense but... LOLOLOL!

*Every time my brother phoned me while Kevin was residing with them he'd say, "Lisa, we need to talk about Kevin." And we'd laugh. Because we're both giant idiots and easily amused.

FYI My sister in law had never heard of the movie "We Need To Talk About Kevin" so out of context, it didn't make sense and she thought we were weird. Know who else is weird? Kevin.

November 13, 2014

3 ways to keep kids with special needs safer

Children wander, some more often and farther than others. 

If I could microchip my daughter like a pet, I would. Wait, can I?! Our cat has a teeny chip the size of a grain of rice between his shoulder blades. If he’s found far from home, the finder will be able to return him to us. Mental note: ask sister in law the vet to micro chip Avery.

Children with special needs may have trouble identifying themselves or asking for help. Avery doesn’t know her phone number or address—I ordered this bracelet for her from Etsy. It’s stainless steel so she can wear it 24/7. My cell number on the reverse side so if she wanders (just typing it makes me queasy) she’ll be more easily “returned to owner.”

When we’re out and about—visiting a theme park, hiking, playing at the park or taking a walk in the city, Avery wears a GPS fob. My friend gave us this one by T R I P LE  C

The funky fashion forward fob is synced with your iphone which allows you to locate your most valuable possessions (computer, pet, child!)

You can also determine a perimeter. For example, if Avery wanders more than 100 ft away from me an alarm will sound on my phone. I'm not suggesting technology replace responsible parenting, but extra proactive measures in place gives me peace of mind. Ask any parent of a "bolter" and they'll nod enthusiastically in agreement.

If choking is a concern, use a chain with a break-away clasp.

Speaker Sarah Kupferschimidt, MA, BCBA, founder of Special Appucations, is on a mission to empower parents and educators with practical tools to teach children with special needs skills that will improve their quality of life.

She's hosting a 2 hour interactive workshop NOVEMBER 19, 2014 where you will learn:

  • How to teach your child what to do if lost
  • How to know if your child is ready to learn this and what pre-requisite skills are necessary
  • 5 Strategies you can use to practice this skill

If you'd like to attend, RSVP to

*Disclosure. This post is NOT sponsored in any way. No moola has been exchanged. This is simply good info to share. We special needs advocates gotta have each others backs. Right? 

November 10, 2014

The Hills Are Alive, With The Sound of.... What IS That Sound Anyway?

You've heard of the Von Trapps — a beloved and marvelously musical Swiss family whose music lives on amongst the hills and beyond. Our family is also musical. That is to say we attempt to make music. It may not be harmonious or even bearable to listen to, but it's a fun way to spend a lazy Sunday afternoon with family.

So pull up a chair, insert some earplugs and get ready to witness the most horrendous and off-key music you've ever heard.

I give you, the Von Crapps!

You're welcome and I'm sorry.


Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...