Just when I thought we had missed out a year, I found it. Now the question is, will we get a picture of our team (or at least part of it) on the YAI website for our fifth and final Central Park Challenge?
Tomorrow will be a fun, exciting, and incredibly bittersweet day for me. When I get settled in Houston you can count on me finding something to replace what has become an amazing, memorable and meaningful tradition in our family.
And I would be remiss not to mention that it is not quite too late to help us reach our final fundraising goal for a very worth cause. Click here to visit our team website!
Me: So we’re going to Greenwood Cemetery for a Memorial Day concert.
James: Memorial Day is to celebrate soldiers and honor them for fighting in war.
Me: That’s right.
James: Not concerts.
Me: Well, we’re honoring the soldiers at the cemetery with some American music.
James: And they can have some of our picnic, right?
Me: Hmmm, well they could if they wanted – but I’m not sure we’ll see any soldiers today.
James: But you said we would give some of them our little American flags.
Me: I did…… well, those soldiers are the ones that died. We’re putting flags by tombstones.
James: What?! How did they die?
Me: Protecting our country in battle.
James: Can they hear the concert?
Me: I like to think so.
Moms, especially special needs mothers, are often compared to soldiers. But today, let’s not forget who gave us the ability to be home caring for, laughing with, stressing out over, hugging, reading to, even yelling at our loved ones, while they leave theirs behind.
I looked at Adam, totally caught off guard as I cleaned up from dinner. “What?” Read more…
Nope, that’s not some clever trick title. It’s the beginning of a variety of jokes told around the house, ever since nobody got my “Why was 6 afraid of 7″ joke. Here’s the dinner conversation this evening:
Brigid (my sister): Hey Adam, why was B afraid of C?
Adam: I can’t do a joke right now.
Brigid: Oh, well….
Adam (finishes chewing): Okay, I’m ready now. Why was B afraid of D? Read more…
Despite being a professional multitasker (self-proclaimed), I’ve been falling woefully short on my To-Do list lately, as evidenced by the lack of Monday Minutes. It seems as though the more “minutes” I come up with to write about, the less time I have to write them.
A few weeks ago I found a fabulous website about The Orange Rhino challenge. I was inspired by a fellow mommy-blogger who resolved to stop yelling at her four children - reading her story was reading about my own life, and in that moment I decided to take the challenge. I made it through 7 days of not yelling at my kids – it wasn’t easy but it was a good, satisfying week. Of course, I blew it on day 8, then on days 2, 2, 4 and 2 since (what is it with the second day?), not in a monumental way but in a snappy comment after long days and one-too-many spills or accidents.
The reason I’m telling you about Orange Rhino is not because I love public humiliation, but because otherwise you’ll be completely lost in what follows. See, part of the Orange Rhino process is telling people about your mission so that you have support, witnesses and scorekeepers while you struggle – I mean, commit. And some of those people you must tell are your children. So one night I sat down at dinner and told them of my plan, which was basically to keep control when they lost it and to quietly punish them without yelling (and to respect them as human beings, cherish this time in our lives, etc. etc.). I told them they could remind me about not yelling by telling me “Orange Rhino,” and that if I yelled I would lose my gold star at the end of the day. They really took my crusade to heart. In a gleeful, persistent way.
It’s moments like this one that really challenge me. Mark my words, one day I’m going to hit the big time with this Monday Minute. In just a minute, it has laughter, tears, love, angst, fear, stunts, injury and redemption. It’s even got a frightened-woman-in-the-shower scene (cue screechy music here). Read more…
James loves to trick or treat – but despite the garlic breath, he might not be ready for Halloween at all. Every year as the big day gets closer, James gets a little touchy about putting his costume on, even though he’s the one who adamantly picked it out months prior.
For some reason, James has been giving me an especially hard time this year, which is particularly unfortunate since he’s put on about 20 pounds this fall due to a change in medication (totally another story for another time). The whole saga reached a climax with us finally showing up to the trick-or-treating event at Ryan’s work still not having tried the freaking costume on. How did I let it get that far? The following conversation took place the night before. Read more…