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Turkey Gorditas and Luke Perry
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A Video For A SPECIAL Sister
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Having a good day…DISTRACTION!!
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His Name Isn’t Helmut
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Garfield Was Most Likely A Zombie Cat

Turkey Gorditas and Luke Perry

  This post is about gorditas. Not true Mexican gorditas, but the gorditas you might find at a fast food restaurant except these gorditas are muy delish. How many more times can I say gorditas in this paragraph? But you have to admit it’s a fun word, right? Especially if you can really get your Rs rolling. Gorrrrrrditas! So what’s with the Luke Perry reference? Just look at my son’s face. Honestly this kid. He’s always acting and hamming it up for the camera. On this particular night, he was clearly Luke Perry in a sombrero. And yes, my daughter IS holding a chihuahua. No we didn’t eat it— our ground meat of choice is turkey. We also enjoy Lentil Walnut Taco “Meat.” (Recipe at the end of this post) Gorditas are basically hard tacos wrapped in a soft tortilla. They’re great for kids like my daughter who has fine motor issues. She finds holding the soft shell easier and it catches a lot of the filling if the hard shell cracks. Note I said “a lot,” not all. That’s what the chihuahua is for. Clean up. Here’s how we make our gorditas:   Our family’s fave fillings include: refried[…]

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A Video For A SPECIAL Sister

  He wanted a way to explain to his peers about how his sister is very different from, yet exactly the same as everyone else. Our son made this video to share with his schoolmates. He said it would be easier if people would just ask him what they want to know, instead of staring or whispering or making ignorant remarks. These are his words.  These are their photos.  This is his thoughtful message. *Over the course of a week he went from class to class to share this video with his schoolmates. He started by introducing his sister who was there with him. Then he played the video and answered questions at the end. Related: Creating a “Special Needs Script“

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Having a good day…DISTRACTION!!

  My days are full of distractions — most of which are self generated. I have the attention span of a four year old. Working at home doesn’t help. *Studies show that 89% of distractions happen in the home. And working online doesn’t help the situation. The energy used to run the internet is fuelled by the curious websurfer’s need for constant stimulation and #instagratification. I spend about six hours a day on the web, managing social media pages and creating digital content. For those who actually work and/or venture outside the home, I thought I might give you a quick glance into a typical day of the WAHM. Wake up. Attempt to go back to sleep because dammit, I don’t commute so why get up at the crack of dawn? Attempt to get up again but decide that a shower can wait until later. It’s not like I’ll see any actual humans today anyway. Cuddle with the kids in bed until somebody (me) gets elbowed in the face. Get up and put on “uniform” — jeans, flip flops, t-shirt, ponytail, lip balm, Perform morning tasks and shuttle kids to school. Coffee. Log on to computer and vow to remain[…]

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His Name Isn’t Helmut

Last weekend my son and I cleaned up his room. It’s concurrently heartwarming and disgusting to sort through a boy’s closet… sweaty sweat socks, a long forgotten baby blanket, a rotten apple, a picture he drew in kindergarten, a dust bunny the size of a melon nestled next to a mouldy drink cup, and the helmet he wore as a baby.   Of course I put my baby to sleep on his back. It was the safest thing to do. Plagiocephaly – or flat head syndrome — has increased 600 percent over the past 20 years, with the advent of the important life-saving “back to sleep” philosophy. My poor babe also had torticollis (unbalanced neck muscles) so he always turned his neck slightly to the left resulting in consistent pressure on the right rear side of his downy soft head.   He was a very large baby who stubbornly tried to enter the world sideways. During the last stages of labour he was stuck for a long time. He was in distress and his heart rate dropped dangerously low and doctors rushed to get him out. The aggressive use of the clamps and suction from the vacuum left our little[…]

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Garfield Was Most Likely A Zombie Cat

No matter what time I go to sleep, hauling myself out of bed in the morning is a struggle. If somebody could just invent an alarm that causes the bed to propel its sleepy occupant up and out in the general direction of the coffee pot. My husband on the other hand is a chipper early bird. He bounds out of bed, no alarm necessary. My children take after him. They are up at the crack of dawn…every….day. Earlier on weekends. Apparently sleeping until 9 am while your young children fiddle with the toaster and drive themselves to school isn’t allowed, so I’ve had to make adjustments. I force myself awake at 6:30. Sometimes when I’m lucky I manage to steal another 15  minutes of precious “awake-but -with-eyelids-closed” time. I may be physically standing and blinking and stumbling around at 6:30, but my brain doesn’t actually wake until around 8 am. That hour and half in between is called the “Mombie Zone.” Mombies are known to spill coffee and step on the dog, but they won’t eat you or anything. Unless you have peanut butter on your thumb and she mistakes your hand for a slice of toast. As a[…]

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