Archive - May 2014

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Skipping To The Beat Of Her Heart
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Pets Are Family
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Family Hairstory
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My Love For You Grows and Grows…
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Three
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Dissing A Hero
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Tears Sting Even When They’re Not Yours
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I Ruffled A Few Feathers
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All Dressed
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Crazy Dog Walking Lady

Skipping To The Beat Of Her Heart

  She rarely walks now. She prefers to skip. Sometimes she even skips in a purple tutu. It took her a long time to learn to walk. Less than two years ago she still wore a helmet on the playground, in case she fell.  Now she’s running, jumping and skipping. And when she skips, her strides are only slightly smaller than the grin on her face. She’s proud of herself and with good reason.  I wish I could take credit for her reaching this physical milestone—one that a child with significant gross motor delays might never achieve. Her EAs at school have been working with her on this for months, and it finally paid off. How amazing are they and how lucky are we? I’m so grateful…I could literally skip. Here are 35 seconds of super skipping stupendousness, LIVE and in technicolour.  Caution: This video skips, but in a good way. 🙂

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Pets Are Family

  People say we’re nuts for having so many pets. Three isn’t “so many” if you ask me, but I’m not one to split hairs—even the ones stuck to my black pants. Is life easier without a small herd of animals to take care of? Sure. Is it as rewarding? Not for us. When our daughter was about two and a half and still not walking, one of her physical therapists suggested we find something highly motivating to her to get Avery up off the floor and walking. Avery has always been obsessed with dogs. THIS would be her motivation. My sister-in-law has her own veterinary practice and she found the perfect dog for us—a mutt, part chihuahua, part terrier and part teeny-tiny wolf. He was about three years old, housebroken, quiet, not too big, and a RESCUE DOG in need of a loving home. We would be that home.   Within three months of adopting Roger, our girl was walking; then running after her canine companion. A few years later we adopted a second dog, Maya. We even hosted a dog wedding. No seriously, you can witness the Bow Wow Vows here. It can take people a lifetime to[…]

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Family Hairstory

  Avery’s mane of wavy blonde hair was a long time coming, but now at seven years old, her crowning glory is fierce and fabulous. To prevent glue and lunch and sand and small birds and whatever else from getting stuck in her hair during the day, I tie it back or braid it every morning. I won’t tell you how many hours I’ve spent on You Tube trying to master the fishtail braid… The other morning I was running way behind. As I was frantically throwing lunches together I could hear the kids upstairs brushing their teeth. “Stay still Avery,” I heard my son say to his sister. “Okay now look. How’s that?” he asked her. “Wow… I booootiful!” Avery announced. She came downstairs proudly sporting a messy but awesome ponytail ala her brother (the elastic basically fell out before Avery reached the kitchen). “Maybe you should give me a ponytail lesson? In case you’re sick or away or something so I know how to do Avery’s hair for school.” Aw Sebastian. You’re mummy’s hairo. xo

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My Love For You Grows and Grows…

Moms who gush about their kids online and in person are annoying. The sun rises and sets on your babies. Your little angels are perfect in every way—sweetness and light personified. We get it. That said…. OHMYGOD I love my children!! They make anything else I’ve done in my life pale in comparison. My stomach actually does little flip flops at the thought of picking them up at the end the day, and my lips are magnetically attracted to the tops of their little heads. I physically can’t stop myself from kissing them sometimes. Obnoxious. Before you tell me to get a life that doesn’t revolve around my children, let me just state that this is nature’s fault, not mine. Mother Nature is no dummy—she knows that in order to preserve the species, mother and child must be connected first physically, and then emotionally. It’s a crazy KRAZY glue kind of bond. So even if your kid is an obnoxious little shit, you have no choice but to fiercely protect them, forever. Ah Mother Nature, you sneaky broad. Unlike a favourite iPhone app or a pet whose novelty eventually wears off, the novelty of your children never fades. Children are[…]

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Three

  My mother-in-law believed things happened in threes. If two great things happened, she’d look for the third and always seemed to find it. After two unfortunate events, she’d breath a sigh of relief when the third one finally occurred so we could relax. She truly believed in, and spoke often about the significance of the number three. Shortly after she passed away my son and I went for a walk after dinner. He was struggling to make sense of why his Grandie was taken away so suddenly. I told him about my friend Sandi who lost her father a few years ago. She told me to look for signs. Signs brought her and her family comfort. Sandi told me that her dad sent signs all the time and I shared some of her specific examples with my son. It had gotten dark and the streetlights had come on. As we cut through a parking lot on our way home, we walked under three lamp posts. As we passed, each one of the three lights flickered and went out. One, two, three in a row. Was it a sign? Was Grandie looking down on us, listening to our conversation, and[…]

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Dissing A Hero

  Even helpful and hard working super heros are sometimes dismissed. Take what happened to the Incredibles. That poor family was completely dissed by a cynical society. And check out this poor super hero. Just trying to keep his grandparents; backyard safe and free of evil, look at how his sister and family completely disregards his efforts! To be frank, it’s hard to take super heroes seriously when their cape is held on with a clothes peg. Just saying.

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Tears Sting Even When They’re Not Yours

This post is about how to ease the blow when your child isn’t invited to the party…   My daughter excitedly joined in to sing a boisterous happy birthday to her friend at school this week. She’s all about the good times. It’s an apple-falling-not-far-from-the-tree sort of thing. She went straight up to the birthday girl (who is a sweetheart) and asked, “It’s your birthday! You having a party?”  Making an awkward situation even more awkward (another apple-tree situation) my daughter continued her line of questioning with, “I can come to your party?!” Talk about putting this poor girl on the spot. She is having a small party—only one child from the class was quietly invited. This is totally cool and completely acceptable. But my party girl just couldn’t understand this and she couldn’t let it go. For the rest of the day she kept bringing it up, stuck in a loop of disappointment. Classmates began stepping in to say gently but firmly, “Avery, you’re not invited. Okay?” On the way home from school my girl burst into tears, explaining about the party and that she couldn’t go sobbing, “Why can’t I go toooooo?” sob-sob-snot-bubble-cry All parents have these dagger[…]

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I Ruffled A Few Feathers

  Ever been attacked by a Red Winged Blackbird?   I have. I suspect I got too close to its nest as I walked my dogs through the park. Or maybe I offended it by “tweeting” while I was walking. Ha.   Or perhaps it mistook my unbrushed hair for a nest? I could definitely see that.  Whatever the reason, I ticked-off this bird somehow and it swooped down from its perch to dive bomb my head. Of course I screamed a shrily scream and ran away. I had to explain to the man walking his Husky that I was fine—I wasn’t being attacked by a park perv or an aggressive squirrel. It was nice of him to be concerned though. The screaming and the flailing arms seemed to deter the bird and it left me alone. What a Pecker Head. P.S. This episode did nothing to improve my Crazy Dog Walking Lady reputation… Photo Credit: ibm4381 via photopin

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All Dressed

  Avery is seven and I still help her dress in the morning. It’s not that she can’t do it. Most of it anyway—buttons and zippers are still a challenge. I just can’t seem to stop “helping.” Hello, control freak. However, I understand that she needs the chance to learn to do things on her own, so lately I’ve been laying out her clothes and allowing her to get dressed on her own, no matter how long it takes. This morning, Avery chose her own clothes all by herself! I wish I had a video of her jumping through her doorway out into the hall, arms overhead, legs outstretched in a victorious V-stand, grinning from ear to ear shouting, “Tah dah! I dressed!”  Halloween t-shirt, underwear on backwards and inside-out, one long brown sock, one short white sock, and no pants. She was ready for school. Since we have a strict “you must wear pants in public” rule, I suggested she put something on (after she rearranged her underwear). She returned wearing a pair of her brother’s basketball shorts. Better, but not quite. When you have a child who has developmental delays, every new achievement no matter how big or[…]

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Crazy Dog Walking Lady

Have you seen Crazy Dog Walking Lady? Oh wait, there she is. *sees own reflection in a car window as she’s pulled along by a pack of dogs itching to get on with their morning pee* We have two dogs. Well, more like one and half since one small dog + one smaller dog add up to one whole dog with some extra fur left over. For the past month we’ve also had a guest dog. Her name is Jazz but we like to call her “Jazz Paws” while doing Jazz Hands in the air. She just stares at us blankly. Dogs clearly don’t understand Broadway references (unless you’re referring to the musical Cats. they love/hate that one).   Now that I’m seeing this photo up close, I have to say Jazz looks a tad “taxidermied.” She’s actually quite lively in person canine. Too lively even—this girl requires four walks a day. That’s a lot for a lazy bitch like me (not a curse word in dogspeak by the way). It’s impossible to teach dogs to use the toilet Jazz also refuses to use the yard. To date, nary a droplet of her pee has graced our lawn. So even[…]

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