I've highlighted this wonderful YouTube channel before and I'm going to do it again. SBSK (Special Books by Special Kids) tells the story of people dealing with conditions and disabilities, giving all of us a chance to virtually "meet" some awesome people. Matthew is one of them, and very much like my own son, David, in that he's a super-friendly and outgoing kid - something that people with autism are often assumed not to be. Check out Matthew's story (and you might want to subscribe to SBSK while you're at it)!
Matthew- A "Super Friendly Guy" diagnosed with autism - YouTube
Okay, I'll admit it - I'm totally hooked on recipe gifs. These quick how-to guides make it super simple to whip up whatever it is they're showing off (and they always show the link to the full recipe at the end). And of course, I'm sure mine will totally look exactly as nice as theirs, right? Right?
Oh well, it'll taste good at least. You have to be selective with some of the recipe gifs circulating out there. I swear more than half of the dinner recipe gifs have cream-of-whatever soup as their main ingredient after the protein. Makes me crazy. And half the dessert gifs have cream cheese (which I happen to like) but it does get tiresome to see so many of them.
That being said, I've got a bunch of these that I've actually tried and can give my stamp of approval to. Today, the appetizers! Check 'em out!
This one had my mouth watering: Garlic Parmesan Pretzels
Having a child with sensory or medical issues can be a real challenge when you're looking for clothes that (a) fit, (b) look good and (c) don't make your kid squirm because they itch or pinch. Here are a few companies who are making it easier to dress your special-needs kid.
Did you know that Zappos.com has an entire shopping department for adaptive clothing and shoes? One of the companies featured is Independence Day Clothing, with elastic waist pants that are easily disguised, pants that can be worn front or back, and super-soft items for those with extreme sensory issues - and their sizes go all the way up to adult!
It's another group of freaky pictures that I've collected! What the hell am I doing with my life, you wonder?Well, the truth is I'm a writer, and we're great on procrastination. And you get the joy of the fruits of my labors! So sit back and prepare to scratch your head or possibly recoil in horror at this latest group of "What the hell did I just see?"
[Special Note: This post originally ran in November of 2011.]
He was eight simple cells when I first saw him, through an electron microscope.
We went to the doctor’s office that day to have the embryos from our invitro fertilization implanted, and the microbiologist asked us if we’d like to look. Would we! I stepped into the back room and stared at the screen where the microbiologist brought up the eight perfect circles that would eventually, hopefully, become my baby. I reached out to touch the outline of those circles and I remember saying “Come on, baby. I’ve waited my whole life for you. Don’t make me wait anymore. Your sister wants to meet you.”
Five months later, I sat in another doctor’s office, my fingers touching and tracing a tiny printout of my baby. My baby boy, I now knew, and I couldn’t stop my fingers tracing the shape of his head, the way his hand reached up like he was already curious about the world around him. My finger lingered on his hand and I remember thinking I’d be holding it someday.
I lay in bed a few months later, unable to sleep. It was that last hellish three weeks before the due date, and sleep came in 20 minute snatches, interrupted by kicks and prods, heartburn and bathroom breaks. My hand reached down to touch my distended stomach, gently pushing, and I smiled in the dark as my little somebody pushed right back, against my questing fingers. “I love you,” I whispered. And I knew he loved me too. I knew it. Read more »
She was late for the bus this morning and I had to drive her to school
I was grumpy about it, too
I barely spoke to her at first
I was angry that she dawdled in bed too long
Then she said quietly
We had a fire drill yesterday, in the morning
And then something went wrong
I made a non-committal noise in reply, and she went on
In the afternoon, the alarm went off again, for no reason
It was a glitch, but it scared us all so bad
We'd already had the fire drill, she explained
So nobody knew why the alarm would go off again
We thought maybe somebody had a gun
Teachers made us stay in the classroom while they checked the hall
Some kids were holding each other and I was hyperventilating
Everyone was upset and wondering if this was it
But it was just the alarm? I clarified.
Yeah, just the alarm. We were so scared.
I am scared. And I wish I could have driven right by the school and kept on driving, with her in the car next to me. I wish we could spend the day together, because I'm suddenly wondering how many mothers have dropped off a kid at school and never heard them talk about their day again.
[Special Note: This post originally ran in November of 2012]
Ah, the weekend. I can sleep somewhat later (why is it my kids can't wake up on weekdays, but the slightest touch of sunlight to their eyelids on a weekend, and they're ready to bounce off the walls?) and everything's a bit more relaxed. I headed downstairs this morning only to be greeted halfway down the stairwell by a tell-tale stench.
Guys, I am seriously brain-numb right now. I had an author event yesterday, I'm under a massive deadline for my next YA book, and I'm going away for a family wedding in two weeks so I'm scrambling to get this book rewritten before then. I feel like I've got a constant fog around my head and the idea of coming up with something new and entertaining right now is enough to make me want to mash my head into the keyboard.
So I'm calling for mercy from the blogger gods this week as they see me to my deadline and I leave you with some reruns. I know you understand me when I say I can't brain this week. I just don't have it to spare.
Chat ya next week and wish me luck (and brilliance)!
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