Still debating costumes for yourself or your special needs child? If you’re anything like our family, James and I discuss the same 3 costume choices year after year, none of which involve helmets, masks, face paint, scratchy material, special shoes, sound effects or anything scary. What they all do involve are Star Wars, Harry Potter or Nintendo characters. Put the last two sentences together and that equals….. yep, about 3 costumes.
My 3 yr old and James are going as the Mario brothers this year – James is Mario. To make it sensory friendly (for both of them) we are using an eyeliner pencil for a mustache and wearing cotton t-shirts underneath the scratchy overall costume. I wanted my 4 yr old to go as Princess Peach but she insisted on being Ariel, and with her red hair who was I to resist? I just hope she lets me brush it the night before!
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You know how parents complain that they ask “what did you do today?” and the kids say “I don’t know” or “nothing.” Even if we actually didn’t do anything, I’m never going to hear those words. (Sometimes I think “nothing” could even be nice.)
Me: So guys, why don’t we each say our favorite thing we did this week. Mine was making clay habitats with you yesterday. what was yours? Read more…
Today is Ian’s first birthday, but since Ryan is rarely home before bedtime on weeknights we already celebrated over the weekend. Despite this I wanted to do something special this evening, not because Ian would actually notice but because the other kids would, and because I’m a glutton for punishment.
Meanwhile, James was recently taken off of one of his more potent medications and has since been coming home from school ravenous, so I’ve been stocking the kitchen with quick and easy things he can make himself. Somehow, microwave popcorn turned into a gourmet event – James goes through the spice cabinet and sprinkles this and that into the bag until he’s satisfied, then shakes it up and devours the entire thing.
To make the following conversation intelligible, I omitted two poopy diaper changes, Adam gagging on a chicken skin and throwing up, Ian screeching “cup” at me every 15 seconds and Margaret dropping her plate of dumplings on the floor. Oh, and James’s mouth never had less than an entire dumpling in it. Ever. It was a birthday celebration for the record books, to be sure. Read more…
Me: Hey, bud. How was school?
James: Great! No homework.
Me: Can I see your folder? I see a study sheet in here on the city, state and country where we live (seriously? this is what they’re testing him on?). Are you ready for the big test?
Me: Fine – what city do you live in?
James: New York.
Me: Right, but what part?
James: Colonial Road. (Okay, perhaps some review is a good idea) Read more…
Apparently I’m holding James back from realizing his true passions. For the sake of this post I will refer to the woman that sat our hibachi table as Surely, short for Surely-you-can’t-be-serious-right-now.”
I rate the following conversation right up there with the whole “rat on your back” subway debacle. I think I sincerely laughed just as hard on the way home. And lady, coming from a parent who has heard everything, that’s saying something.