Flaming June's Love

Amazing things have happened at my house these past few days. first of all the last post concerning Jack and his ISM's, well they are what they are and he is doing so exceptionally well lately.  Took him to his cousins birthday party last weekend and he had a great time.  He chatted with some people and really had fun. His tball is going very very well.  He is having fun and following directions.  Good Job Jackie BOY! He was visiting his friend Michael up the street the other day after school.  He had had such an awesome day that I told him he was ready for a big boy reward at the end of his play date.  He was allowed to walk home "alone" from Michael's house-just like big boys do. Remind you that Michael lives three doors up the street and both his mother and I watched Jack walk the three doorbells to reach ours.  He marched down river street smiling a huge smile, carrying his ds bag under his arm.  I maintained eye contact with him the entir...

Really?  Oh How interesting...  Well, Isn't that exciting!  You have GOT to be kidding?! I took Jack to a swimming party  last Friday night, which was for one of his classmates.  It was a lovely party at the YMCA.  Swimming, cake, pizza, a few party games.  He really loved it. Me... well, you know. "Blah blah blah, yuckity yuck, buzz click, yadday yadday yadday." Let me make a few things clear though, the Moms and Dads I met were very nice people.  I actually enjoyed their company.  We chatted about Birthday cake, t-ball and swimming lessons.  All very nice.  Marvelous. The issue for me is though... I am the parent with the child in the class who has a TSS worker. I am the parent with the special needs kid. I am on constant lookout for any sign of judgement.  I am running at a 7 at all times on the "mamabear" scale.  I am also the Mom that has been around the block a few times here.  I've been doing the Mommy ...

Jack had another good day at school.  Who know that my life at 45 would revolve around the report I receive at 2pm every weekday concerning Jacks Day.  It is true I meter my day on how a six year is feeling this Day.  Not just any six year let me remind you, but my six year old. The six year old blond haired boy that told me today that I was wearing his favorite blue shirt and HAD TO HUG ME!!! The boy that decided his trampoline in the yard is now a stage where he dances and does his karate-not only for me as I laugh and applaud, but for the neighbors who sit on their porch and chuckle along with me. Today he decided that he wants to sleep outside in a tent, under the moon and stars and "watch the night change to daytime." While we were in Philadelphia this weekend he couldn't help but watch Remy do her baby girl things.  He stood close to her and laughed when she laughed, and commented on how "bouncy and springy" her hair was.  He told someone yesterday tha...

I finally met up with my health coach jenny on Friday.  How is my health coming?  I dont think its any different to be honest.  I know what and when and how I am supposed to eat.  But no one else is putting the food into my mouth other than me.  I am the cook, the purchaser, the grocery store soldier.  So my choice to eat fruit bars versus a peach, plum or pear is just that... my choice. Leading to my choice on a daily basis to add to my chance to live longer.  I see the food choices I make as a direct relationship to my early demise. The particular foods I choose will be my end.  I will be standing at the precupice of death holding a bag of cheez doodles with a plastic bag containing styrofoam boxes of leftovers from my last dinner/lunch/snack out. As I eat these poor choices I am usually thinking about how and why I deserve these things. Then of course I think about how I am going to stop eating this "bad" thing early. Followed by the stan...

Allie got her tonsils out today.  It was a morning of normalcy, slept in a little bit.  Rainy cold day with flakes of snow.  I was not thinking about the procedure much at all.  I have been so OVERWHELMED with my life the past month with everything going on.  Tonsillectomy was in my head but not processed until we were at the hospital.  We have a relationship that is really quite unusual.  I am her Mother.  I have the power of being the Mother.  She listens to me, respects me and I am the parent.  We are also friends.  She is my best friend.  If I get an opportunity to do something, it is Allie that I want to do it with.  Imagine a vacation, trip, concert, museum, art show yup, its she that is my partner. Does she feel the same about me?  I think so within reason.  She is in love, and of course her choice for a vacation to the Bahamas would be her boyfriend.  Understand... really I do.  So here we are...

Here goes.. whats new with me and the gang. Since the new year we have had some sort of illness, injury, or oddity in this house every weekend. Begin, the arm that I got my flu shot in, was fine until a month afterwards when I felt as if it were going to fall off.  I have a toothache pain in the ARM for three solid days.  Thought of going to the ER but it eased up and got better. 24 hr stomach flu, a coldsore the size of mount Rushmore. A pimple, to beat all pimples which took over the entire lower half of my face.  Like a toothache.  huge cellulitis looking pimple.  Until it finally got tired out and went away. Jack had strep, Allie had Tonsillitis...twice.  Andy had his shoulder surgery at the end of January, which has turned our home into the sick ward.  Bedroom a long term hospital room.  Books, magazines, clothes, cold packs, heating pads, pajamas, water cups, and more books.  EVERYWHERE. what else?  I started a new job which ...

Jack Andy and I spent New Years Day at the Lehigh Gorge.  It was an unseasonably warm day, a little rainy but still perfect for a getaway.  We left the house around noon and I was honestly...cranky.  Premenstrual, post holiday, house-toy-animal overload.  Andy is unusually sensitive to the whole female hormone situation.  He mentioned the day trip, I immediately said NO .. then five minutes later I changed my mind.  Good decisionon my part. We went for a nice lunch in Jim Thorpe, Jack enjoyed his chicken and fries and corn.  We then walked along the river.  Nana bought Jack walkie talkies for Christmas.  He and Andy played with them like two 6 yr old boys.  Jack would run ahead of us oon the path and "report" back the conditions ahead on the path.  "Train cars up ahead, puddles coming up, lady in a pink coat walking a dog!"  He was wearing his big boots since it was a rainy chilly day.  He clomped along the path like a li...