A funny thing

A funny thing happened on the way to becoming Boo's mom. I knew Boo was not going to be the same from Abby right from the start. In a way that does not diminish my love and adoration for her sister, but in a way that makes me a better mom to both.  However her being Boo turned me into mom that celebrates moments that shouldn't happen.

I don't know if I'm ready....

I don't know if I am ready for this post. To write it. To understand it. To mean it. To be comfortable with myself to say here I am folks and it may not be pretty. You have been warned. This post is long and rambling but while writing it I had an epiphany.

Regular readers know that Boo has an undiagnosed genetic disorder, probably neurological in nature. A month ago she had to undergo neurological-psychological testing to have a better excuse than we don't know what the freak is wrong with your daughter to satisfy the State and Insurance Gods.

This one is for Jen Kehl

My bloggy-friend Jen has had a pretty bad month or two. So Jen this tape is for you.

Girl power?

It is no wonder why girls are confused. Sorry, this is a post for girls because not having sons I believe boys are just gross. They always remain dirty, covered in something not recognizable and they always like sports. Kidding! Let's face it though, boys and girls are different. How their role in society changes and evolves is important. From a woman's point of view (because I'm a woman) our dreams and goals change more often than our male counterparts.

And I blame Disney.

Different choices

When Abby was young we research schools, private and public. We started in Montessori and would have kept her there if there was an option of a larger school. When we had Boo that changed.

I am not a DIY-selfer

Teachers are my heroes. They work for comparatively little salary for the amount of time, effort and dedication they show to their classes. They are hugged, kissed, loved and (in Boo’s case the other day) thrown up on by their students. They handle almost every situation with grace and some bleach.

However after four years of being involved in the education process I have come to a conclusion about teachers and homework.

One time I saw this biggest jerk.

One time I saw this biggest jerk. She was a teenager. She thought she knew every freaking thing. She made her mom miserable, caused her needless worry. She wouldn't understand until she was much older that her parents weren't too terrible after all. It took quite some time for me to see the biggest jerk. It took having kids of her own to realize that the biggest jerk in the 1980's was me.

So mom, I apologize for being the biggest jerk. 

I hope the granddaughters are enough revenge, I mean repayment. This is how I finished the sentence, I once saw the biggest.....

Taking pride

About a year ago I asked you what is something your child is REALLY good at? I mean something they can do that is just spectacular. They don't have to be a broadway star, but something they excel at. Like climbing the neighbor's tree faster than you can hit the snooze button on a Sunday morning.

Nature vs. Nurture

When Abby went through her princess faze it made sense. She loved princesses and we indulged her. Grandparents bought Princess sheets, coats, dolls, play sets. We went to Disney and got their autographs. Today, at 10, Abby will still watch a Disney movie with awe.

Play dates

Here is the problem with play dates. The kids talk. To one another. They find out how the other child's mom is so much better than the one they came with.

What to buy....

Do you know the song by Barenaked Ladies, If I had a million dollars?

Of course you do. Unless you only listen to classical music and then I just educated you. But if I had a million dollars I don't know what the heck I would do with all that money. In all seriousness. Other than quit my job. Like not even call in sick. Just call in quit. Like, Hey I have a million dollars I don't need to work in an office that is 95 degrees when it is only 10 degrees outside!

David would still work. He'd have to because, well that is how our relationship survives. I don't understand couples that spend 24/7 together. Admire, yes. Understand, not so much.

Along the BNL theme, I would build a tree fort in the yard. Yeah. I wouldn't build it so much as I would hire the Tree House Masters people from Animal Planet. Have you seen that show? 

Abby has tree house envy. Especially since she doesn't have a tree house. Just a great play set that our neighbor walked through the woods when their kids outgrew it. I have great neighbors. They deliver milk, wine and playgrounds. 

If I had a million dollars I would buy a new car. Only because the muffler finally fell off the car I have had longer than I have been married. I really don't want to give that car up, but for a million dollars and not have to drive around dragging a muffler? That would be doable. 

If I had a million dollars I would hire someone to clean my bathrooms. My most hated chore around the house. Each week I wonder why I have two bathrooms for four people. Couldn't we all just use one? But I would only hire someone until I figured out how old Abby has to be in order to use chemicals to clean the bathroom. Then it would be her job to clean the bathroom. Let's face it, I give her a tree house she can clean the bathroom.

If I had a million dollars I would still be a mom, a wife, a blogger and a friend. Not much would really change.

Who am I kidding? If I had a million dollars I would plan the best vacation ever! Right after I called in quit.

What about you? If you had a million dollars you would......

 

Through Abby's eyes....

Today you can find me feature at Kristi's Our Land Series. Please join me in looking at Boo through her sister's eyes.

I made a mistake

Two apologies in one week? Nope! Jen over at Twisted Mix Tuesday wants a playlist for the time she I made a mistake. And she covered herself by saying it doesn't have to be in love, cause there are all types of mistakes after all. 

I owe an apology

Like many, I have fallen trap to a Facebook hoax. I reshared a link that stated Jenny McCarthy informed the world that her son did not have autism. Thankfully she was quick to rebuke the misleading information. By misinformation I am speaking to the fact that she has never said her son does not have autism.

I rarely reshare celebrity stories or thoughts because I usually do not believe (or care about) the hype.  But in this case it hit a nerve.

Goals

My blogging goals for this year are not so easily defined.  I really don’t have any! If I had to list goals, and I do because the FTSF ladies told me to, it would be:

Okay, totally stumped here. I mean, it’s a blog and its mine I should have some type of goal. Right? I started the blog more as a mind-dump/stress reliever more than anything else. It has evolved into something more. So much more.

Boo goes to the Movies

We took Boo to her first ever movie theater experience. We were worried, she did great in the drive-in but who doesn't have fun doing a sleep over in the back of a truck? Boo doesn't do well with really loud noises and we were a bit concerned that she would be overstimulated.