LW is just the perfect age for Christmas. So much fun.
Saturday, December 27, 2008
LW is just the perfect age for Christmas. So much fun.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
My kids were sick last week. You can always tell when Little Worthy is sick, because you have to wake him up. Usually he starts his day by impatiently waiting (sometimes for an hour or more) for his lazy family to wake up. He is the only morning person in our family. Last week he just wanted to keep sleeping, so there was no question that he wasn't feeling well. Fast forward to this week, when he had his class Christmas program. Needless to say, he wasn't prepared after missing so much school. It was hilarious to watch him--he just sort of pouted his way through the program. I did get him to smile for the camera after it was over, though.
Friday, December 19, 2008
This is the first time that Kate has EVER been chatty with Santa. It was really fun to see her be so brave. She said she wants a kitten for Christmas. Anyone surprised? At least she didn't say a cheetah or a tiger.
Worthy wouldn't sit on the big guy's lap, but he was brave enough to tell Santa he wants a fish for Christmas. Apparently my children think we are a farm of some sort.
Worthy felt special after the show, chatting with the cast. He told two of them, "I like your voice."
Moog, I hope this is the first of many productions. Thanks Striped Happy Girly Goo!
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
The two little ones and I are home today. Little Worthy is feeling yucky, and Kate is feeling just yucky enough to be a potential behavior problem at school. So we're having a break. I feel very blessed to have a job that is flexible. My family takes priority and my boss is so good about that.
Last week something happened at our house that I have been wanting to blog about. Those of you who know about autism, or who have had interactions with Kate, know that perspective is a big deal. Kids on the spectrum usually have a really hard time understanding that other people have different perspectives. They have "mind blindness," which becomes apparent very early with autistic kids. As an example, you will not find a baby with autism who points to objects. They don't bring toys to you or show you objects, because they simply don't understand that it is necessary. They can't see that your point of view differs from theirs. As they grow older, this can lead to all sorts of trouble. With Kate, we are constantly reminding her that other kids have feelings, that she doesn't always get to go first, that she should share. She has an especially hard time with empathy. So, I know that was long, but...
Last week Worthy stole a jolly rancher from the grocery store (I know, this could be a post in itself). After he was caught, his Dad told him that he would have to return the jolly rancher to the store. We would not pay for the candy, so he would have to apologize to the people at the store and figure out a way to pay for it or make it right. Of course he cried. We thought he had moved on, when later...
Big Worthy walked into the living room to find Worthy sobbing uncontrollably. Kate had her arms around him, patting him on the back and assuring him, "It's okay, Worthy. I have a nickel and I will give it to you. And you don't have to worry, because they don't put kids in jail. I promise. It's okay."
So great. Empathy, for sure. She loves her little brother.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
1. Ferris Bueller's Day Off. "This is my ninth sick day this semester. It's pretty tough coming up with new illnesses. If I go for ten, I'm probably going to have to barf up a lung, so I better make this one count."
2. Best In Show. "We met at Starbucks. Not at the same Starbucks but we saw each other at different Starbucks across the street from each other."
3. So I Married An Axe Murderer. "I'm not kidding, that boy's head is like Sputnik; spherical but quite pointy at parts! Now that was offside, wasn't it? He'll be crying himself to sleep tonight, on his huge pillow."
4. This Is Spinal Tap. "This goes to eleven".
5. Monty Python and the Holy Grail. "I don't wanna talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper! I fart in your general direction! You mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!
6. Better Off Dead. "I want my two dollars."
7. Napolean Dynamite. "Girls only want boyfriends who have good skills."
8. A Fish Called Wanda. "How very interesting. You're a true vulgarian, aren't you?"
9. Wayne's World. "I once thought I had mono for an entire year. Turns out I was just really bored."
10. Office Space. "Excuse me, I believe you have my stapler."
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Urine: –noun. yurin.
The liquid-to-semisolid waste matter excreted by the kidneys, in humans being a yellowish, slightly acidic, watery fluid.
Or, more accurately, a stinky, annoying liquid matter that seems to have it out for Kim. A smelly substance that still occupies Kim's nine-year-old daughter's "nighttime panties", or, sometimes, her mattress.
The stuff that sprays, uncontrolled, from Kim's seven-year-old son's firehose, often. Said firehose explodes, usually, at the most inopportune times (and places) possible. Said firehose is threatening to send Mrs. Johnson (and Kim) to the loony bin.
Said firehose is also threatening to cause said nine-year-old's fourteen-year-old sister to refuse to clean the bathroom, ever again.
Kim's aging cat also has a problem with urine control, and has taken to sharing presents with the Glovers in several favorite places. It must be a family thing.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
1. Reading Christmas books with my family. We have a Christmas book tradition in our family. When Worthy and I were first married, I started buying a Christmas book at Thanksgiving time each year. We now have quite a collection! Some of them have been added at Thankgiving over the last 16 years, some of them have been gifts (Thanks Gramma Gail!), and some I just couldn't resist. It was so fun to get our Christmas decorations out on Saturday and watch the kids get enthralled in the books. They immediately sat down and started reading. "Remember this one?" I kept hearing. Each night in December they each choose a new book and we read it. Even Morgan gets into this--she's big into traditions and I think it makes her feel like a little kid again. This picture is of our Christmas reading ritual. That's me in the background (see the blonde hair?). The kids are looking intently at the book I'm reading, "The Little Match Girl."
2. Pandora radio on the internet. LOVE IT. Right now it's playing me Christmas music and it makes me happy.
3. My kids say the greatest things. Here is Kate last night, answering the question "What did you learn in school today?" You have to picture her serious, intent little face.
Kate: "I learned how to kill a monster if monsters were really real."
Kate. "There are two steps. Step one: Run. Step two: Run faster."
4. Worthy. He is having a really hard time at work right now. The politics there are so ugly, and his team keeps quitting, one after the other. I know he hates it at work, and I know that he keeps hanging in there because of his love and devotion to me and to his kids. I love him and I can't help but think things can only get better. I hope.
5. Blogs. I've tried really hard to make sure I check in every day to see how you are all doing. I love you all and you make me smile! Thanks for your blogs and for keeping in touch.