After the game, I had them each add a bottle of polish to their bags.
It turned out to be quite a successful party. The girls had a great time and I didn't spend a boatload of cash. Win!
|I've come to smash your pots and take all your rupees!|
Just to be clear, I'm not feeling blue. This is my happy day. I even wrote a song for the occasion. (Sung to the tune of The Sound of Music's Favorite Things.)
There has been a letter going around the internet that a woman sent to a mother with an autistic child. It is rude and cruel. If you haven't read it, the link is here. I know the woman in question will never see this, but I'm going to post it anyway.
Dear Pissed Off Mom,
I do not have an autistic child. My kids are, as you put it, normal. In fact, my kids are very bright. All three read well above their grade level. My oldest son even skipped 7th grade math and went straight to 8th grade honors math.
When we first moved into the house we live in now, there was a little boy in our neighborhood that scared my son. This was about nine years ago so my son would have been five. This little boy often hit him and my tender hearted son couldn't understand why someone would be so mean. I didn't understand either, but didn't do anything since he wasn't hurting anything but my son's feelings. After a while, we learned this boy was autistic.
I sat my son down and explained to him that this boy's brain was wired differently. He had a hard time telling what was right and what was wrong. I told him that the boy was still loved by Heavenly Father, even though he was different. My son looked doubtful and opted to avoid the kid. I didn't blame him. No one likes to be hit.
|Cub Scouts unite!|
The swings broke on our swing set. I looked up the cost for new swings (yikes! they're expensive). Our youngest is 8 and doesn't swing a lot. I thought about taking the whole thing down, but then we would lose the water slide. (As noted before, my children are anti-water. They've seen The Wizard of Oz a few too many times. The water slide is for their friends and cousins who appreciate my brilliance.)
When my daughter was little, I painted a castle on her wall. She loved fairies and dragons and pink.
I haven't blogged for a while. (Hides head in shame.) I've had this blog for a little over a year and I've gone in all sorts of directions with it. I've posted recipes, crafts, drawings, random stuff... My son asked me why I haven't posted for a while and I said it was because I wasn't sure what I wanted to do with the blog. I don't have a lot of followers and I was worried that it was too random. He said it was a blog about me being a mom. Ha. He's absolutely right. Being a mom is pretty random and no one listens to me in that aspect either. So, I'm back with all my randomness. Hi.
Here's a follow up on my cholesterol thing. I went back to the doctor at the beginning of the year and my cholesterol was back in the normal range (woot!). I thought other people who are avoiding weird medications would like to know how I did it.
I've mentioned before that I don't do New Years Resolutions. Resolutions are too absolute. I will eat healthy this year! Yeah, right. One look at the left over Christmas goodies, and you've broken your resolution. That's why I do goals. I'm working toward something. I don't expect to have it mastered the moment I decide to do it.
My goal this year is to teach my kids to work. I'll do this through follow up and example. The example part is the hard one. I told them that I would have the entire basement organized by the end of the year. If you've seen my basement, you'll understand why this is such a daunting task. I don't plan on doing it in binge cleaning sprees. I'm going to do it in 15 minute intervals a few times a week. It doesn't sound like a lot of time, but it adds up. You can do a lot in 15 minutes. (I must thank Flylady for that bit of enlightenment.)
I realize I just said that the example part is the hard one. Actually, they are both hard. I have to remember to follow up with my kids. I found a book on Pinterest called Cleaning House: