The Adventures of JAMC

Mustaches

2012-02-01T10:14:00.000-08:00

A friend of ours recently sent us some fake mustaches, and the boys were excited to try them out! Can you tell who is our serious child and who is our goofball?

Incidentally, Jodie and I disagreed on how to spell mustache. I said it was "mustache" and he said it was "moustache." I looked it up and it turns out we were both right...either spelling is accepted. Just a fun little fact for you.

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Nervous About "The Talk"

2012-01-27T10:23:00.000-08:00

Mason just turned nine, and is about to have his well check. The doctor's office thoughtfully sent us a pamphlet about what to expect at this age, and it strongly suggested that now is a great time to have the sex talk, before all the puberty stuff sneaks up on us. I almost spit out my morning soda all over the pamphlet!

So Jodie and I have nervously been bouncing thoughts back and forth about whether or not this is something we should do right now and who should lead the discussion. I firmly believe in honesty and being straightforward with my boys, which is why they are very aware of Asperger's and Becker Muscular Dystrophy being things that they will have to deal with during their lifetime. When they ask me a question, I answer it. The closest we've come to the sex talk is when Mason asked me how babies get out of their mom's stomachs. I told him exactly how, and he thought it was really weird, but it was painless to answer the question and he never mentioned it again. So why am I balking at teaching him about the birds and the bees?

Truthfully, I don't really know. I think mainly because I remember that I learned about sex because I heard kids talking about it at school, and wanted to know what they were talking about. It came up because I had questions. I think a lot of kids learn because they hear something from other kids, and their parents feel that a proper explanation is necessary. My problem is that Mason doesn't go to school with other kids, and when he's around other kids he hardly pays attention to them and usually doesn't really listen to what they're saying. He's not likely to hear anything and have questions about it, which would make the topic come up and lead to a discussion. Instead, we have to bring it up ourselves and discuss it with him. For some reason that seems way more intimidating.

In the end, I don't know if we'll decide that now is the time for "the talk," or if we should just wait a bit more. Whatever we decide, I know one thing: Jodie will be the one to lead the discussion. If that makes me a chicken, then call me a chicken!

Anyone else have any thoughts on this?

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What NOT To Do At The Library....

2012-01-25T09:23:00.000-08:00

I must say, not only is Jodie a wonderful husband and a great dad, he also kindly gets himself into little situations just so I can have stuff to write about on my blog. This little scenario happened to Jodie just the other day, and I personally found it very funny.

Jodie gets off in the early afternoon, which means he can go and run errands if he needs to. On this particular day he decided to go to the library. I was still busy with school, so he came home, changed quickly, and headed off to the library. As he was walking around the library he noticed he was getting a lot of strange looks. Even a couple of dirty looks. He kind of wondered why, but then thought maybe he was just being paranoid. So he continued to browse. After awhile he thought he'd go over to the children's section to get the boys some books. A woman was reading books with her two little girls nearby. As he browsed the children's books, the woman looked up at him, gave him a horrified look, and rushed her little girls away. Jodie was really puzzled, but he just grabbed some books and checked out.

When he got home he suddenly discovered the reason for all the looks. His fly was wide open. I mean, WIDE OPEN. He was extremely embarrassed, but it was too late. As he told me this story I could not stop laughing. I am such a sympathetic person.

So, let this be a lesson to you. Before you enter the library (or any public place, really), ALWAYS check your fly. And, by the way, couldn't anyone have warned him? A simple, "Hey, man, XYZ." would've done.

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Being Featured

2012-01-20T13:07:00.000-08:00

This morning I was excited to get an e-mail saying that my post, When Parents Are As Bad As The Kids, is being featured on BlogHer today! Kind of a big deal for this little blog. : ) The event that inspired this post was very emotional for me, and I'm hoping it might make others think about the example they set for their kids when it comes to reacting to others. You can check out the feature post on BlogHer, here.

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A Little Too Confident?

2012-01-18T10:13:00.000-08:00

As I got out of the shower yesterday, Connor called through the door to tell me he had gotten dressed. "And, mom!," he said, "Wait until you see how handsome I look!" I said I couldn't wait to see him. "Yeahhh," he replied. "When I look in the mirror and see myself...I just get this feeling. I don't know what it is, but I just get this feeling because I really like what I'm wearing and how I look because I'm just soooo handsome."

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Little Builders

2012-01-11T13:39:00.000-08:00

This past Saturday, before we had a little run in with that family, we met a friend and her son at Home Depot. Apparently on every first Saturday of the month Home Depot has a free kids' workshop where the kids get to do a little project. They each get their own Home Depot apron, and a pin with a picture of whatever project they did. After their first time they keep their apron and each time they come they get a new pin with a picture of whatever project they did. It's really cool, and totally free. My boys love tools and building, so I was excited to take them. Of course, Jodie and I had a bit of a hard time deciphering the instructions, so Mason had to tell us what to do. All in all, we had a great time. Our friend took pictures of the building with her phone, even after her son smashed her thumb with a hammer! So thanks to her for the record of our fun morning (and I hope your thumb is feeling better : ) ):

Figuring out the directions...

Our friend's son, painting...

Jodie and Connor put the finishing touches on...

I'm actually really afraid of getting my thumb hit here...

Connor, painting...

Mason corrects me on the roof placement...

Mason, proudly painting...

By the way, the project was a tool shed piggy bank. It turned out really cute! Also, I'm linking up with iPhone Photo Phun today.

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When Parents Are As Bad As The Kids

2012-01-09T20:36:00.000-08:00

As a parent of children with autism, I've gotten my share of "the look" from other people. You know the look...when your child is having a complete meltdown in the middle of a store, and you can almost hear the others around you thinking, "What that kid needs is a good spanking!" I've also had my share of watching my sons struggle to interact with other children, and I've seen how mean other kids can be. It's an unfortunate and heart wrenching part of being a special needs parent. However, it had never been my experience to have a parent laugh at my child, right along with their kids. I had hoped I would never find myself in a situation like that. Unfortunately, this weekend, I found myself right in the middle of a situation just like that. I was stunned and in complete disbelief. If parents are going to go along with their kids in making fun of others, what chance do kids have to learn about tolerance?

We were at a fast food restaurant, after a fun morning of participating in the Home Depot kids' workshop. We chose the place because it had a playground, and we thought the kids would like to get some energy out after eating. A family came in around the same time we did, and their four kids went to play on the playground along with ours. At first I wasn't paying much attention. Jodie and I had come with a friend and her son, and we were busy talking to her, though we were keeping an eye on things. After awhile I noticed the mom of the family kind of giving me dirty looks, so I started watching Mason. He was talking to the other kids, saying, "If you want to come play on the playground I'll put the code in so you can get in...you need a special code, so just let me know!" They just stared at him. He then was talking to himself, quoting Willy Wonka, but not saying anything to the kids. The mom shook her head and said, "Terrible. Some people have no idea how to control their kids." I was kind of shocked. I mean, if Mason was throwing a tantrum or was hitting their kids or something, then that comment would make sense. But he was just talking to himself. To me, the comment seemed out of place. Mason kept chattering away, and the older of the two girls made signs to her dad and brother that he was "crazy." The dad laughed, and the older boy said, "I'm going to go kick that kid's butt." The dad said, "Nah...not worth it." The mom muttered a few more things about "his parents." Mason tried a couple more times to talk to the kids, and the mom turned and looked right at me. I felt the urge to say something to her, but I was frozen. I was angry that the mom was being so hostile, especially when I knew what Mason was saying. Nothing inappropriate...he wasn't cursing or hitting anyone or acting out in any way. Honestly, I can understand kids acting as they do. It may hurt to see kids acting that way towards my child, but kids can be mean, and Mason's behavior definitely can seem odd to an outsider. I get that. What really had me feeling so angry and upset was the parents laughing at him along with the kids, and the mom talking about our parenting skills...in a carrying whisper that we obviously could hear. She has no idea about our situation at all. Plus, we weren't just letting him get in the kids' faces. Jodie went over there a few times to make sure Mason realized to give them space.  Except for a few brief moments, Mason wasn't even by the kids...he was just talking to himself, or to Connor. Suddenly the youngest boy came running up to his parents and said, "That kid is terrible! He's crazy!" The mom said, "We'd better leave!" and motioned for the girls to come with her. As they approached the table the mom said, "What did he do to you?" The younger girl shrugged and said, "He kept talking and talking to us and we're like, dude, we're trying to eat." So they all walked out the door. As they walked right past us, I wanted to say something. I don't know what. Maybe, "He has autism." Would that help? Who knows. But I was frozen in my seat. I just didn't get the mom's hostility, and watching other kids call my child "crazy"...AND their parents agreeing with them and laughing along with them was too much. Suddenly, right as they passed us, my friend said, "It's really not nice to make fun of people you know nothing about." They glanced at her...and kept on going. I had expected them to come back...maybe say something...but they just kept going.

I admit, it kind of ruined the rest of my day. It really brought to home why the world can be so hard to kids with autism, Asperger's...or any kind of disability or difference. Jodie kept telling me to let it go...and I tried...but I was so emotional about it. I was shaking, I was so upset. It made me feel angry...it made me feel despair...it made me so sad. Mason didn't even notice, which I was thankful for. To him, his playtime was just great. But someday he WILL notice. As he gets older it will get harder. I'm not trying to be negative, I just know that the teenage years are looming ahead, and I've been told those are extremely hard years for kids with Asperger's. Heck, they're hard years for any kid. For some reason, this incident really struck all that home for me. As I type this, the emotions are coming back to me.

Parents, I realize you can't control your kids' behavior at all times. I certainly can't. Even the best of kids are going to have their mean moments. But please, please don't laugh along with your kids when they are making fun of someone else. Please realize that there are many kids out there who have disabilities of all kinds. Just because you can't visibly see it doesn't mean it's not there.  How are our kids supposed to learn to grow up and have tolerance for others if we don't teach them that making fun of others isn't OK? None of us are perfect, and I'd be lying if I said I had never made fun of anyone in my life. We're all human. But it IS our job to teach our kids to be decent human beings.  Also, even when our kids are acting out, we are trying our best. We are working so hard as parents to teach our kids how to function in social situations. Judging another parent isn't helpful to anyone. If there's one thing I've learned, it's that. You never know what others are dealing with. It's so disheartening to get those glares and those whispers...especially when your child is actually having a good day.

Thankfully I know firsthand that there are lots of parents who are out there teaching their kids how to treat others.  I have had more positive interactions then negative interactions with other parents.  It helps me to realize that when we run into people who are not so nice.

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What NOT To Do On A Scooter...

2012-01-04T12:04:00.000-08:00

A couple of days ago I had mentioned that I would share a story about Jodie on New Year's Eve...and then I never got around to it, due to wanting to promote my guest post. Today, however I would LOVE to post this story as a warning for all you dads (or moms) who like to roll around on their kids' Razor Scooters.

On New Year's Eve we met up with some family at a local park. It was such a nice day, and the park had a great playground, plenty of places to ride bikes and scooters, and a train to ride. The kids were having a blast. At one point, Jodie grabbed one of our boys' Razor Scooters and decided that it would be a great idea to ride on it. This is not the first time he has ridden one of the boys' scooters. He does it all the time...usually on nice, big slopes. It makes me really nervous, because those scooters are not exactly made for adults, and I've warned him several times that he's going to end up hurting himself.

I didn't notice Jodie start his ride downhill. Apparently he was bored and made a spontaneous decision. All I know is, as I talked to my sister in laws, I suddenly saw Jodie flash by. He tried to turn, couldn't quite make such a sharp turn, and ended up heading for the grass. The front wheel stuck in the grass, and Jodie went right over the handlebars of the scooters. He flew a few feet, and hit his side on the concrete base of a lamp post as he flew. Finally, he landed and went rolling. It all seemed to happen in slow motion, and we just stood there for a second, trying to comprehend what we had just seen. I heard one of my sister in laws say "Oh, my gosh!", which kind of threw me out of my trance, and I yelled, "Are you OK?!" Jodie sat up kind of slowly, and said, "Yeahhhh...I'm OK..." He got up fine, and went to recuperate by getting a drink. I ran to check on him. He said he was fine, except that his side really hurt.

Once I knew he was OK, I said, "Well....I bet you won't do that again!" He shook his head. For the rest of the park trip he was in a good amount of pain, and I had to drive home. He took some painkillers, and went to bed early, while the kids and I stayed up until midnight. He did wake up long enough to greet the new year, but went right back to bed. After checking with a doctor it seems that he managed to severely bruise his ribs. Nothing can be done about it, but he's still in a good amount of pain and probably will be for a couple of weeks. He's lucky he didn't hit his head with the metal plates he has in there.

Let's just say he's come to realize he's just not a kid anymore, and Razor scooters are NOT meant for someone his size. Let this be a warning to other adventurous adults!

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Over At Lori's....

2012-01-03T08:12:00.000-08:00

Most of you know that my boys do online schooling. With all the budget cuts and decisions being made about education this year, our online schooling opportunities could be greatly affected in negative ways. Lori, of Lori's LOLz, is posting a series of stories from parents about how much online schooling has helped their family, and why being able to do online schooling should remain an option. Today my story is up, so please go check it out!

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The Holidays

2012-01-02T11:01:00.000-08:00

Here we are, at the start of a new year! I can't believe that we're on our last day of school vacation. In fact, I thought school started today. We were all ready to start...and then I logged into their school schedule and discovered that school doesn't actually start back until tomorrow! Needless to say, that came as a happy surprise, and now I look forward to ~~another day of relaxing~~ getting some work done around the house.

The past two weeks have been so relaxing and much needed. I figure, since I have some extra time on my hands, that I'll actually talk about what we've been doing. More for myself than anyone else, really! We started out our vacation by celebrating Mason's 9th birthday. He opted to do some things with family this year, instead of having a party. We met up with cousins at AirWorx, which is a trampoline fun house, and they really enjoyed jumping around and playing games, and then having lunch together afterwards. That night, we went as a family to Peter Piper Pizza, and the boys has a blast playing all the games and getting tickets. They were able to pick out a couple of prizes at the end, and Jodie and I enjoyed watching them have fun together. Mason declared it to be his best birthday ever! Did I bring a camera to any of these fun things? Nope. I'm getting pretty bad at remembering my camera...and I'm kind of sad I didn't get any pictures. : ( I also missed capturing Mason's face when he saw his new bike! He was so excited and shouted, "A bike!" I love giving my boys gifts just to see that expression on their faces.

The night before Christmas Eve, we went to the Mesa LDS Temple to look at the annual Christmas lights. I did share those pictures in the post before this. Before seeing the lights we met at a park to celebrate Mason's birthday with the rest of the family, and had soup and hot cocoa. It was really just nice time with family, and the kids were so cute playing together. I always feel so lucky that Mason and Connor have so many cousins their age to play with. Here is a great picture of the cousins who were able to come, courtesy of my brother in law, Jake.

On Christmas Eve we went to a party at one of Jodie's uncle's houses. Every year my mother in law's side of the family gets together on Christmas Eve, for fabulous food and to give Jodies' grandma a chance to give all the great grandchildren their presents. The kids had a good time running around, and we enjoyed the seemingly endless food. Each year we have ham balls, which are like meat balls but with ground up ham. They are really yummy, and we look forward to having them all year. Again, I forgot my camera, but I promise we had fun!

On Christmas Day the boys actually slept until 7...a holiday miracle! They were super excited to see what Santa brought them. He didn't disappoint, of course. ; ) I think this may be the last year we'll be able to experience the boys' complete belief in Santa (Mason is already questioning it all), so I really wanted to enjoy the spirit of it. The boys each received a giant stuffed dog, and an original Nintendo, complete with Game Genie. (Remember those?) Afterwards we immediately tore into the rest of the gifts, and they were just as excited. Connor received clothes, the Transformers ark, some Transformers figures, and a mini Pillow pet, to name a few things. Mason received clothes, a Paper Jam guitar, an accordion, and a mini Pillow pet, among other things. I loved seeing their excitement, and we actually did get some pictures...thanks to Jodie!

Later that day we were able to go to church with Jodie's parents, and his brother, Ben, and his family. After that we went to Ben's house, and honestly had a really great time. The kids played, we had a White Elephant exchange, and we had a great Mexican food meal. (Jodie's brother, Ben, made the best salsa, which I have been craving ever since!) It was just a great Christmas. Watching all the kids open the presents from their grandparents, and playing games together, was awesome. We also played a hilarious game that Ben had bought at a candy shop. You have a box of jelly beans, and you hit a spinner. Whatever color you land on has two options. For green it was juicy pear or booger. You then had to eat the jelly bean and find out what flavor you get. It was disgusting, but really hilarious. My niece, Bella, was the first to get a gross jelly bean...moldy cheese. She took it like a champ and soon we had someone getting skunk spray, another dog food, and another centipede. I got lucky and got strawberry. After all the fun it was hard to go back home, but we truly had a great Christmas. I hope you did, too!

Tomorrow I'll tell a little story about Jodie on New Year's Eve.

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Merry Christmas!

2011-12-24T20:11:00.000-08:00

We've been having a wonderful time this week, celebrating Mason's birthday and spending time with family. I hope later to blog about it all, but for now I just want to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas! I look so forward to seeing the boys' faces when they open their presents on Christmas morning, and to spending time with family later in the day. Hope your Christmas is just as wonderful!

Last night we went to the Mesa, AZ LDS Temple to see the beautiful Christmas lights. It was so peaceful and a great way to get into the Christmas spirit.

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To Mason On His Birthday

2011-12-20T00:00:00.000-08:00

It's hard to believe that NINE years ago today I became a mother for the first time. Those years have flown by way too quickly for me, but they've also been some of the best years of my life. Mason is one of the funniest, smartest kids I know. I love the conversations I have with him, whether I'm telling him stories about myself growing up, or we're discussing what he learned in science that day. I'm always amazed at the insight he shows, and at how mature his thinking is. Even when we have our difficulties he is quick to forgive and move on, and he never fails to show us his affection. I love his contagious laugh and can't help but laugh myself whenever I hear it. I cannot believe how old he is getting, and I'm so proud of the growth and progress he shows us every day. Celebrating his birthday with him, especially during this time of year, really reminds me of how lucky and blessed I really am. Happy birthday, Mason! We love you so much!

Photos by Captured By Cassandra

Here are nine fun facts about Mason:

1. His favorite animals are the polar bear and the duck.

2. He has a different voice for each of his stuffed animals, and uses them regularly.

3. He works hard in Cub Scouts and just earned his Wolf Badge.

4. He has the most amazing memory. He can listen to a song or watch a movie once and have them memorized.

5. He often walks around the house with a cane...just like Willy Wonka.

6. He's got mad skills on the Wii.

7. He loves to ride his bike.

8. His laugh is really contagious and makes everyone else laugh.

9. He absolutely hates cheese.

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Kisseo Ecards: Review

2011-12-19T10:01:00.001-08:00

I've always wanted to be the type of person who remembers to send cards for every occasion. I always admire the people who put cards in the mail for each birthday, Halloween, fall...whatever the season or occasion. Usually, though, however great my intentions might be, I end up forgetting about it until the last minute. Recently I was given the opportunity to try out Kisseo Ecards, and I thought I'd see if they would help me out. Click to continue reading...

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Why Experts Aren't Always Right

2011-12-14T11:52:00.000-08:00

Recently on a blog I read there was a series of articles about how to make school work for your child with Asperger's, and what you should and should not do in the IEP process. I missed a few days of reading, and came back to find that there was a debate going on about whether or not homeschooling is a good placement for a child with Asperger's. Apparently an expert had stated that he didn't feel it was a good solution for a child with Asperger's. Since I have TWO boys with Asperger's, and we homeschool, I was very interested to see the debate this expert's opinion sparked. There were many other parents of children with Asperger's who, like me, feel that homeschooling IS working for their child. I made a small comment on the blog, but I thought I'd use my blog as a place to express my feelings on this debate.

First of all, I think you have to look at the situation a particular child is in. You may have heard the expression, "If you've met one child with autism, you've met one child with autism." That expression is definitely true. It's always very interesting to me how children with Asperger's do have certain similar traits, but those traits manifest themselves in so many different ways. Personality and environment certainly come into play with that, as well as other things. So to make a general statement about children with Asperger's is really not a great idea. Each child has their own situation and things that work for some may not work for others. As a parent of TWO children with Asperger's, I can tell you with complete confidence that no one method works the same for different children. My two are pretty different when it comes to what works for them, which can be very frustrating. What I'm trying to say with all this is...homeschooling may, in fact, not be a good idea for some children with Asperger's, but I've seen with personal experience that it CAN be a positive thing. Those who have read my blog before know what a nightmare we went through with Mason when it came to school. I would NEVER in a million years subject him to that again. In our situation, the option of homeschooling was a much better fit for Mason than continuing to have him in a school that wouldn't work with us and had no idea what to do with him.

One of the big points of saying homeschooling is not ideal for Asperger's is that children with Asperger's need to learn how to interact with typical peers. I agree. However, I don't just keep the kids locked in the house 24/7. Mason does Cub Scouts, they play with other typical kids, they interact at church with other kids...and there are all sorts of activities a child in homeschool can get involved with. In fact, Mason interacts better with his typical peers now than he ever did in a public school. Public school gave him a lot of anxiety, which caused him to act out, which caused his teachers to separate him (yeah, that's a nice way of putting it.) from the other kids. He wasn't given time to interact with other typical kids...or if he was, it was very rare. So, again, in our situation, sending Mason to school wasn't doing a thing for him socially or academically. Connor DID have a much better experience, and DID get that interaction, but he also was suffering academically because he needed more one on one attention than he was able to get. I've seen both of my boys grow in so many ways since beginning homeschool. Yes, it can be difficult, and, yes, I often worry and wonder if we are doing the right thing. But I've seen so many improvements academically and way less anxiety coming from both my boys. They're learning more easily and making a lot of progress, and are even interacting with others in a much more positive way. Obviously something is going right!

I know the author of the blog stated that he has learned a lot and has begun to look at things a little differently since hearing the stories and opinions of other parents who let him know that homeschooling can be a good thing for children with Asperger's. This debate made me feel even more confident about our decision, and confirmed with me, once again, that parents know their children and what works for them better than anyone else.

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A Post Worth Checking Out

2011-12-07T12:47:00.001-08:00

It's crazy, but, since returning from vacation, I just haven't had much time to do the things I normally do...like tending to this blog. : ) Which is all fine and good...I know I'll have much more time when the kids are on Christmas vacation. While I'm busy with life and other things, I thought I'd share with you a fantastic post I ran across this week. I'm not the only one to share it...it's been all over the blogosphere, as well as on Facebook. A couple of my blog friends have already done posts recognizing it. So why post about it again? Because it really spoke to me, and made me wish with all my heart that Mason and Connor could have experienced having teachers and school administrators who would try to be more understanding. It also really makes you think about how you never truly know how people are feeling, however great your intentions may be, unless you've walked a mile in their shoes. I learned from it, too. So please go check out Leigh's post on Flappiness Is..., titled:

An Apology From Your Child's Former Teacher

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My Day With The Ancient Greeks

2011-12-05T07:28:00.001-08:00

Last week was a busy week! It was hard to get back into the swing of school and regular life after our vacation. The boys did their lessons, but I wasn't sure if I was getting through to them at all. Until one morning, when I suddenly realized they'd at least been listening to their history and literature lessons. As I sat at the breakfast table both boys walked in with wide eyes. Mason stopped in front of the table, threw his hands up in the air, and proclaimed, "What are all these modern wonders?! The gods and goddesses must have gone crazy!" I wasn't really sure what was going on...but I'm kind of used to unusual outbursts. So I waited to see how it would play out.

Mason grabbed my arm and asked what year it was. I calmly told him it was 2011. "2011!," he exclaimed. Then he turned to me, "Kind lady, we used to live in ancient Greece, and have now come back to life! Please tell me what all these new things are!" Connor nodded, "Yes, we are ancient Greeks!" So my day began. For hours the boys played their part. I showed them the microwave, television, explained the Internet, and showed them pictures of what Greece now looks like. Mason has been learning about ancient Greece in literature, and Connor has been learning about it in history. Apparently it caught their fancy. They both pretended to be in complete awe as they learned about all the "modern wonders." It was really pretty hilarious, and I totally went along with it, only drawing the line once...when they asked me to demonstrate a toilet. I was NOT about to do that! Mason touched the toilet paper and asked what it did. YOU try keeping a straight face when you have to tell an "ancient Greek" that toilet paper is to clean your bottom. I should get brownie points for that. Mason then asked what we did with the "waste" when we were done. "Do you throw it out into the street?," he asked. (Leave it to Mason to particularly remember when we talked about why Greeks developed a type of underground sewer!) Connor pretty much just followed Mason's lead, though he did chime in once awhile to tell me that he heard a "monster" (the heater coming on) or to ask about an appliance.

After awhile, the game sort of petered out, which was kind of a relief. They were so devout to the game that I had a hard time keeping up! Maybe I was crazy for playing along, but who am I to stifle any one's creativity? When people ask me how I do it all day long...how I do the whole homeschooling bit, how I handle two boys with special needs...I tell them that it's hard but very interesting. I really mean it. The boys amaze me with their creativity, and crack me up with their antics. This gives me plenty of great memories to refer to when we have hard days, and keeps me on my toes every day!

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Thanksgiving Memories

2011-11-29T14:25:00.001-08:00

Does any one else find it ironic that going on a vacation is fun, but it exhausts you? After being away for over a week, I've discovered that I could really use a vacation to recover from my vacation. Getting back into the swing of school and housework and all the other stuff that makes up life has been a little difficult, especially after the long, long drive we endured to get to Texas. Despite all that, the trip really was worth it and we had a wonderful time. Naturally I want to chronicle our family's Thanksgiving adventures, so here is a little summary of our trip:

Our first day consisted of driving...and driving...and driving some more. Thirteen and a half hours of driving, including stops. How our parents got through a road trip without DVD players and handheld video games is beyond me, but we got through the drive in one piece and the kids actually did really well. Our first stop was Lubbock, Texas...the place where I went to college, met Jodie, and spent our first three years as a young married couple. It's also where Mason was born. We were able to spend time with Jodie's brother, Ethan, and his family. The kids were excited to play with their cousins and truly had a great time. We also got to see one of my best friends from college (Cassandra), and she took some great photos of our family. We used to do things with Cassandra and her family, and it was fun to see them again and hang out at her house for a bit. Jodie was able to see some old friends at church the next day, and we left Lubbock Monday morning feeling that the 2 1/2 days we spent there were too short, yet totally worth it. We felt very nostalgic visiting Lubbock and seeing all that has changed in the 8 years since we left.

Here's a preview of the pictures Cassandra took for us...

This is the only picture I took in Lubbock. Mason and his cousin, Samuel, are bonding over Mario Kart, while Connor plays with Austen and Avery. (Avery is out of the shot.) I should have done better taking pictures!

After Lubbock we headed to Dallas, where I grew up. It meant so much to me to visit Dallas and see my family. I hadn't been to Dallas for three years, and also hadn't seen my sister or brother in all that time. The week flew by, which was sad, but we packed the time with fun activities and lots of visiting. Among other things, we went to my sister's house, visited the Children's aquarium in Fair Park in Dallas, visited my grandparent's graves, and watched the kids bounce around at JumpMania. Though all those things were fun, the best day was Thanksgiving. Not only did I get to see aunts and uncles and cousins, but we got to sample my mom's excellent cooking, and it was the one day we truly relaxed and talked and simply spent time together. All the other activities were fun (especially for the kids), but it meant the most to me to be able to talk with my family and just be together with them. The kids got to open presents early, since we were all together, and I loved actually getting to see my niece and nephew's faces as they opened their gifts. On top of all that, the boys did such a wonderful job over the course of the trip. Our only incident was Mason accidentally soaking himself and having a meltdown at the aquarium. Magically, we were able to quickly move on from that, and that was our only major problem. It was nothing short of a miracle. Two boys, with Asperger's, tired and out of their comfort zone, and we only have one major meltdown in an entire week? I could not be more delighted (or surprised)!

Guitar Hero at my sister's house...

At Fair Park, visiting the aquarium, with Nana, Preston, and Aedan (my sister's boys)...

I grew up seeing this ferris wheel at Fair Park...

At JumpMania, with Preston, Aedan, and Ryann (my brother's daughter) ...

After our week in Dallas we headed back to Lubbock, but this time just made a brief stop before moving on. The trip back to Arizona seemed never to end, and it made us all a little grumpy, I must say. It didn't help when a large rock got thrown up into our windshield, making a large, circular crack right smack in the middle. The drive back made us realize that we really should just save our tax return and work towards flying next time! As it was, we all got back in one piece, thankful the drive was over, but even more thankful for a vacation filled with fun and family! I hope your holiday was just as wonderful! Now back to reality!

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Traveling With Aspies

2011-11-17T12:02:00.001-08:00

This week has been crazy busy as we prepare for our Thanksgiving trip to Dallas, and I haven't had time to give much thought to blog posts, as I'm sure you can understand. So you won't be hearing from me next week as I enjoy time with my parents and siblings. (Side note: I haven't seen my brother or my sister for four years, as a result of circumstances, money, and living so dang far apart. So you can imagine how excited I am!) Mason and Connor are excited to see everyone, too, but there's always some anxiety that comes with long trips and being confined in the car. We have a standard size four door, so we have to work to create comfort for us and the boys. In case you're wondering, the first day we'll be in the car 11-12 hours, then a two day stop with Jodie's brother, then another 6 hours to Dallas. So, a lot of driving. In addition to the long car hours, we also have sensory issues and a huge need for personal space. Plus, extra anxiety mixed with excitement about being out of their comfort zone at home. Which, when I really stop to think about it, makes me wonder what kind of psychos we are for going on this trip! What are we thinking?! Well...I guess we're thinking we want to see my family, and the kids have to learn to adapt and adjust because that's how life is. Since we're going ahead with this crazy plan, I thought I'd share five things I've learned to do when traveling with my two Aspies. (Though this can apply to any kid, really.)

1. No matter how small the car, figure out how to create a space they can feel comfortable in. We put a small cooler in the middle seat between the boys to divide the space and keep them from the dreaded accidental touching that occurs in cars with siblings. They both get to bring their favorite stuffed animals and blankets and pillow pets. This way, they have the comfort, and they can pile the things on themselves for pressure if they start to feel overwhelmed. They also each have their own toys, which brings me to...

2. Bring lots of activities to keep them busy, and, in the case of a child with Asperger's, bring toys that have to do with whatever their current obsession is. Connor will have his building blocks which he creates Transformers with, in addition to paper to draw Transformers, and a couple of his Transformer Toys. Plus, for the car DVD player, we have a selection of Transformer and Mighty Machine movies. Mason will have his Gameboy Advance with his favorite Mario games, a DVD with Mario cartoons, and his stuffed polar bear, which is his constant companion. Check, check, and check. This is not the time for me to worry that all the TV and video games will rot their brain. This is about survival!

3. Bring NEW stuff. I don't know about your kids, but mine get really excited when they get new stuff. So we got some new movies, like the latest Mighty Machines and the whole collection of Beethoven movies (did you know they're up to 6 or 7?). When they're excited about new stuff they tend to forget anxiety for a least a little bit.

4. Snacks. LOTS of snacks. I have a huge selection both for the boys and for us. Even my kids who don't eat a whole lot suddenly are constantly hungry when we're on a trip. Fruit snacks, animal cookies, pretzels, trail mix, Cheez-its...I am totally stocked and ready!

5. Stop and refresh often. I hate stopping so much, because it's such a long trip, but everyone needs a little fresh air and time to stretch. This is probably the most generic advice, but it's so true! Even a short bathroom break can perk you up a little bit, which goes a long way when you're in the car forever.

So, there you have it. Besides school, this is what is keeping me busy this week. I know none of my tips are earth-shattering or brand new, but they have helped us survive many car trips, short and long. I guess one more tip would be to go with the flow and don't expect perfection. Relax and everyone will be better for it. I hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving! See you when we get back!

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Never A Dull Moment

2011-11-14T20:20:00.001-08:00

I don't tell too many stories about Jodie on this blog. He doesn't mind me blogging at all, but he really prefers to stay out the spotlight. Sometimes, though, a story comes along that I just have to share. Jodie has a knack for getting into the strangest situations, and begrudgingly agreed to let me share his latest camping story, since I really need some blog fodder right now. (Writer's block!)

This past weekend Jodie and his brothers went on a father/son campout with their dad. They ended up not getting to the campground until it was dark, and immediately began setting up their tents. As Jodie bent over to hammer one of his tent poles into the ground, he breathed in deeply...and inhaled a thorn. Yes, you read that right. He inhaled a thorn. A thorn that just happened to be the width of this windpipe and therefore got lodged. He started choking and making strange gagging sounds, so his brothers went to see what on earth he was doing. He got to where he was able to breath, but kept gagging and coughing and wheezing, which I guess is normal when you have a large thorn stuck in your throat. He tried drinking water (which I later pointed out might not have been the best idea. He didn't like that too much and said I should try to get a thorn stuck in my throat! I told him that it was highly unlikely that I ever would inhale a thorn...and now I'm knocking on wood!), but the thorn didn't budge. He tried gagging himself to see if he could get the thorn to come up, but that thorn still wouldn't move. His brothers and dad were beginning to wonder if they would have to take him to Urgent Care. Jodie didn't care what they were saying, he just wanted to get that thorn out of his throat! Finally, Jodie managed to sweep his finger down his throat and moved the thorn just enough that he could cough it up. His throat was sore for awhile afterwards, but he survived without any damage to his windpipe.

I didn't actually hear anything about it until the next morning, when I was at my nephew's soccer game. My sister-in-law asked if I'd heard about Jodie's fiasco, and I just shook my head. Like I said, Jodie has a knack for having unusual things happen to him, so I couldn't even imagine. Of course, I had to call him right away and see what exactly happened. His reply? "Oh...that..." Jodie makes my life fun and interesting, but, honestly, there are some "interesting" things I'd rather not have happen to him!

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Rewards and Challenges

2011-11-11T06:00:00.000-08:00

I've now officially made it through four months of homeschooling both of my boys. As we near the holiday season, and some much needed time off, I've been reflecting on what I've learned from the whole experience. I want to make sure we're doing the best we can for both of our boys, and I want to make sure I'm doing a good job of teaching them. Mostly, I wonder if this is something I can continue to do.

Homeschooling is one of the most challenging things I've ever done. I've said it before, and I'm sure I'll say it again. It's not even the teaching - I do have a bachelors in education, so that's not a problem for me. The challenge comes from the range of emotions I feel when teaching the boys, and from having to separate myself as a mom and as a teacher. Teaching my own children is way more difficult than teaching other people's children ever was. I have to admit, I kind of thought it would be the opposite. I had certain ideas of how homeschooling the boys would go. I definitely didn't think it would be as challenging as it has been. However, with my emotions so tied into my kids, it's made it all the more difficult.

For me the biggest issue is the challenge of meeting all their special needs. Connor needs continual support with writing, and the OT services he receives help, but are never enough. Mason will absolutely not do something if he doesn't want to. I'm never sure where he is in his learning exactly, because he always acts like he can't do things. Sometimes he's genuinely struggling with an assignment, and sometimes he just plain doesn't want to do it. It's a constant battle of wills which leaves me drained and angry, more than I care to admit. Since both boys have trouble focusing, I can't get them started on an assignment and leave them to finish. I have to be there every step of the way, sometimes battling with them to get a simple assignment done. Other days they're happy and cooperative and things go smoothly. I never know what the day is going to be like until we start!

This may sound horrible to you, and you may wonder, "Well, why on earth are you still homeschooling, then?" I admit I wonder that myself...several times a day, especially on hard days. With all the challenges going on, things can feel pretty crazy. But, then, there are the rewards that come from working so hard with the boys. When Connor is able to read a page from a book, and is so proud of himself. When Mason makes up a poem about polar bears, and it's really pretty catchy. When we're conducting a science experiment and the boys are actually excited about learning. I always know exactly what they're learning, and how. I know exactly where we need to work harder, and I can arrange lessons to help them accomplish their goals. The best thing of all is when they sincerely tell someone that they have the best teacher, and they really like their school. Then I know that, despite feeling crazy half the time, there really is something to this homeschooling thing. I see their progress and I know I'm getting through to them.

I guess I could sum it up by saying I've learned I was silly to think it wouldn't be all that challenging to homeschool. I've learned that it is challenging and frustrating. Yet I've also learned that sometimes you have to work the hardest for the best rewards. As I teacher, I know my kids are learning. As a mom, I know my kids are happy. And that's worth all the challenges we face daily. I really mean that. I also really mean it when I say I absolutely cannot wait for vacation time!

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Book Review: The History of My Body

2011-11-10T06:00:00.000-08:00

I have always been an avid reader, for as long as I can remember. I'm always looking for interesting reads, and I love fiction books in many different genres. Since my boys' diagnosis of Asperger's, I find books that have characters on the autism spectrum particularly interesting. Recently I was sent a copy of The History of My Body, by Sharon Heath, to read and review. Click to read more... I

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Fire Station

2011-11-09T07:43:00.000-08:00

Last week Mason's cub scout den took a field trip to our local fire station. Mason was really excited to go, and Connor caught on to that excitement, so Jodie and I decided we would both go help out so Connor could go, too. The fire station that serves our area is a little different than most. Our area grew so quickly that a fire station had to be put up wherever they could put it up. Right now it's a single wide trailer in a temporary location. So it may not have been as exciting as the huge fire stations where you can see fire fighters go down poles and slides and all that, but the boys still thought it was really cool to talk to real fire fighters. Both Mason and Connor said their favorite part was when they got to look inside the fire truck engine. Mason asked so many questions, and the fire fighters were so nice and patient and answered every one. I love to watch the boys have a great time, so I felt the whole field trip was very worthwhile. Here's the pics I snapped:

Jodie and the boys listen to the loudspeaker system

Of course the boys were most interested in the fire truck

Mason was so excited to get to sit inside the truck

Connor had his turn

Mine were the only two who wanted to try on a helmet, for some reason

Over all, it was a lot of fun, and I truly appreciated how patient the fire fighters were, and how great they were about answering questions.

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Acclimated

2011-11-07T08:23:00.000-08:00

I am a Texan by birth, born and raised. The rumors that Texans have a great sense of pride in their state? Are very true. I still have that Texas pride instilled in me, and I probably always will have a bit. However, as I plan a trip to visit my parents back in Texas, it's come to my attention that I've really gotten used to the way of life here in Arizona. Things I thought I'd never get used to seem common to me after nearly 8 years here. Here are the Top Ten Ways I KNOW I've Gotten Acclimated To Arizona:

1. It gets to be in the 50s and I feel like I'm freezing. (True story, ask most people around here and they'll tell you they're cold, too.)

2. I have to buy a bunch of clothes for my trip to Texas because, apparently, you can't wear shorts or t-shirts in November there.

3. I also have to buy us some jackets. We don't have any winter jackets, just light sweatshirts.

4. When I first moved here I thought everyone was crazy because they were so dang rude. Now, when I visit Texas, I think everyone is crazy because they're so dang friendly.

5. When I plan my boys' WINTER birthday parties, I usually look at local parks so we can have a nice, outdoor party. In December and February.

6. I still generally cheer on the Cowboys, Rangers, and Mavericks...unless they're playing the Cardinals, Diamondbacks, or Suns. (Our Texas friends call us traitors!)

7. I've seen live scorpions many times...and I don't mean at the zoo.

8. As a kid, I thought it was so cool to visit other states and actually see mountains in the background! Now, I'm so used to seeing mountains that it seems weird to view a skyline without them.

9. My kids got invited to go swimming at the end of October, outside, in a non-heated pool, and that seemed perfectly normal to me.

10. It no longer comes naturally to me to say "y'all."

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Clothing Conundrum

2011-11-04T10:38:00.000-07:00

One of the biggest issues I have in dealing with Asperger's is the sensory issues that come with it. The world is simply a very overstimulating place, and we have to work to help our boys learn to function in that world. We've come a long way in many of our issues. I can (mostly) take them to the store without complete meltdowns, we've found ways for them to deal with loud noises, and we've gotten into a routine at our home that helps them have a place to be comfortable. For example, making sure the shower head is at a certain angle so that the water doesn't hit the shower curtain. The water hitting the shower curtain is a noise Mason simply cannot tolerate. So we're doing pretty well, and I'm so pleased with the progress we've made these past few years. However, there is one issue we deal with constantly. The issue of Mason and clothes.

Finding clothing that makes Mason comfortable nearly requires an engineering degree. I have to say, it is driving me crazy. I know it's not his fault, but there are many days I would LOVE to be able to just pull out any old outfit and it wouldn't be an issue. I'm able to solve some problems...like buying tagless shirts, buying seamless socks, and finding shorts and pants that have elastic waistbands. Yet every time we have to dress to go somewhere there is always one big issue we can't seem to get past. Underwear. Yup, you read that right. Underwear is a huge problem. He hates the way standard underwear feels. So I bought some boxer shorts. He loves the way boxer shorts feel....until he has to put on clothes over the boxer shorts. Then he can't tolerate the way they feel rubbing underneath his clothes. So I thought, boxer briefs? Nope. They are "too tight" on his thighs. It's enough to send me to the asylum, I tell you!

We've sort of made a compromise. He can wear nothing but boxers around the house, but if we have guests or if we're going somewhere there MUST be clothing. And there MUST be underwear. It kind of works. As long as I allow him to be comfortable at home, he seems to tolerate clothing. I just have to make sure we leave a good 20 extra minutes for getting ready, so we can prepare for the inevitable clothing argument. I have to say, one of the BEST things about homeschooling is I don't have to worry about fighting about clothing before trying to haul him on a bus. That was part of our school experience before, and it was horrible.

I'm not really complaining (though I know it sounds like it) as much as I'm continuing to realize that there is SO MUCH they don't tell you when your child is diagnosed. They give you a pamphlet and some references for therapists and such, but, with each child on the spectrum being so different, it's impossible to know what to expect. Honestly, they can generalize kids on the spectrum all they want (and they do!), but nobody could possibly list all the many different ways each child is affected. Every day, even four years after their diagnosis, I'm learning to handle various issues and trying my best to dodge bullets. Both my boys are so different, even though they both are diagnosed with the same thing. I'm sure other households who have multiple children on the spectrum can attest to that. For now, we're working our way through the clothing conundrum, day by day. All I know is: I will NEVER be bored, and my brain is always getting a workout solving problems!

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Playtime Inspiration

2011-11-02T09:21:00.000-07:00

When Mason and Connor play together they use movies and TV shows as their inspiration. Many times, they'll just act out the movie or TV show as they've seen it. For example, yesterday they played Charlie and the Chocolate Factory by acting out the movie and quoting it verbatim. It's always really interesting to see their little photographic minds at work. This summer they often played Home Alone...again quoting the movie word for word. Sometimes, however, they do get a little more creative and mix it up by combining the TV shows and movies...maybe even a book they've read. That was the case this morning. As I listened to them play, I began to catch on to what inspired their play. See if you can guess what movies and/or books they're using in this scene:

Pa drives the covered wagon across the prarie...

It gets very cold, so he goes inside the wagon and warms up with his friend, the polar bear...only to discover that it's a time machine, and he's suddenly headed back to the future!

In the future there are alien robots who are trying to help save the planet!

Any guesses? (And, yeah, Mason's wearing shorts outside in November. That's life in the desert!)

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Lots Of Walking, Lots Of Candy

2011-10-31T21:23:00.000-07:00

Another Halloween has come and gone! As I type this both my boys are completely zonked out, dreaming sweet candy dreams. This year we went over to Jodie's brother Ben's house for pizza and Trick or Treating. We worked off the pizza with a lot of walking, which worked out awesome. #1: The kids got a great haul. #2: The kids got totally worn out, thus falling asleep as soon as we got home. The candy is well hidden, to be doled out one at a time, and hopefully avoid to sugar highs and crashes. We had a wonderful time, and the kids were happy, which is what really matters. Here are Mason and Connor in costume:

And one with the cousins:

Oh, and the score of the night? A KING SIZE Snickers bar. Yup, someone was giving king size candy bars out. Pretty sweet, huh? Hope your Halloween was fun!

I'm linking this post to both Halloween Traditions Link Up and Boo! In the Blogosphere.

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The Scariest Part of Halloween

2011-10-30T21:09:00.000-07:00

You may think you already know what the scariest part of Halloween is. You may be thinking of haunted houses and horror films. I used to think those were the scariest parts of Halloween, too. I have since learned that there are much, much scarier things that happen on Halloween. Things that turn your sweet, innocent children into complete monsters. Things that make your children act crazy. Yes, the scariest part of Halloween is...the sugar crash!

It all starts out innocently enough. A visit to the pumpkin patch, perhaps. During that visit a piece of candy or two may be consumed. Just a couple of pieces...not enough to hurt anybody. Little do you know that those couple of pieces begin to awaken an appetite inside your little one. Then it continues. Fall festivals and class parties, where candy and cupcakes are passed out freely. Teacher everywhere are dealing with children crazed for candy and sweets! Your child consumes the sugar and comes home a little wound up...and a little cranky. Nothing to get too worried about...they've just had a little extra sugar. Or so you tell yourself. You reassure yourself that Halloween will soon be over, and it will all be back to normal.

Then Halloween night arrives, and it's time to Trick or Treat. Your child gathers an insane amount of candy...a bulging bag full of it! You try to keep track of what they're eating as they go along, but you're not really sure how much they've consumed. When you get home you find many, many empty wrappers among all the candy in that bag, and you've got a cranky child on your hands. As they come down from the Halloween sugar high, the scary begins. Crying and tantruming, difficulty getting them to bed. Begging for more candy! No matter. You'll just take the candy away for now, and hide it. Dole it out a bit at a time.

So you hide the candy. But...somehow...your child still seems to be going through the stages of sugar high to sugar crash. You're going insane trying to figure out why! Though you feel you've hidden the candy well...you keep finding empty wrappers all over the house. The more you try to get rid of the candy, the more the empty wrappers mysteriously appear. You foolishly believe you must help by trying to consume the candy yourself. Then you are caught in the web of sugar high and sugar crash! It seems there is no escape! Oh, the horror of it all! Yet...just when you've lost all hope...the candy bowl is empty. Finally! You're free! Your head begins to clear. You wonder why you didn't just throw the candy away. It would've made more sense. Somehow the horror of it all made you lose your head. But now you are safe...and the nightmare is over. The cycle of sugar highs and lows can no longer haunt you.

So you think.

Just like "The Nightmare on Elm Street," when Freddy suddenly reappears just when everyone feels safe, so does this sugar come back to haunt you one last time. You get on the scale and suddenly realize where all the candy disappeared to....your thighs! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Happy Halloween!

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Illustrations Make Everything Better

2011-10-28T07:51:00.000-07:00

The funniest things that happen in my life are usually because of my kids. If you've read this blog for awhile you may remember earlier this year when I shared a really funny story which involved my boys, the Wii, and a picture of Jodie's butt. You may feel tempted to skip this post, because you've already read it. What could possibly make this story that you've already read any different? Well, what if I told you that the very post I am talking about is now...wait for it...ILLUSTRATED! Yes, that's right! Someone recognized how funny I am and begged to illustrate and post the story on her blog. OK, OK...so maybe that's not exactly what happened. Not even close. It just sounded better saying it that way. Actually, one of my favorite bloggers was requesting funny guest posts that she could illustrate, and I totally volunteered. Mainly because I thought the idea of pairing this story with illustrations was hilarious. So, go visit jillsmo at Yeah. Good Times, and check out the new ILLUSTRATED version of the post I originally titled: Butt I Forgot.

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They Say Blondes Have More Phun...

2011-10-26T09:25:00.000-07:00

My boys absolutely love spending time with their cousins, and they do a lot of things together. For me, it's like getting free therapy where they can learn to play with typical peers. So it all works out. These past two weekends we did a lot of baby sitting exchanging, and the kids got to spend a lot of time together. As I was watching the kids play Mario Kart , I couldn't help but notice how blonde they all are. In fact, I remember taking them as a group to the Bass Pro Shop, and we got a lot of, "Oh, my goodness, look at all those tow heads!" Which we get a lot of every time we all go out together. I snapped a picture of them with my phone, which probably doesn't actually show how blonde they really are.

The blonde hair and blue eyes seems to be a strong Johnson trait. People DO say blondes have more fun! I don't know how true that is, but I do love to see the bond they have as cousins, and I love how the cousins don't seem to think anything of my boys' quirkiness. Perhaps this is why my boys, who often have such a hard time interacting with kids their own age, are so comfortable with their cousins. For this mom, it's one of the best feelings to watch them play and have so much fun.

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Trees Don't Wave

2011-10-24T15:32:00.000-07:00

There are times when homeschooling two boys with Aspergers gets really interesting. Though they mainly fly through the curriculum, with an adjustment here or there, there are moments when their literal thinking just gets in the way of certain concepts. Case in point: similes and metaphors. Recently Mason and I have been working on understanding similes and metaphors, which has proven pretty difficult for him. He simply does not get it. Actually, let me rephrase that. He DOES understand what a simile is, and what a metaphor is. He can identify them when you ask him to. What he doesn't get is what the point of a simile or metaphor is. For example:

Me: "The tree waved happily to all that passed..."
Mason: "Why are they saying the tree waved? Trees don't wave."
Me: "Well, that's true...but, remember? It's a metaphor. They give animals and objects human qualities."
Mason: "Why do they do that?"
Me: "It's a more interesting way to say the tree branches are moving in the wind."
Mason: "Why don't they just say the branches are moving in the wind? That makes more sense."
Me: "Um...they want to paint a picture and make it really interesting to the reader."
Mason: "If they say the tree branches are moving in the wind, I can still picture it. I still know the branches are moving."
Me: "Er...well...it's creative."
Mason: "Well, it just doesn't make sense."
Me: "OK, well, our lesson is about metaphors. You don't have to like it, but you do have to identify the metaphors."

So, you can see why grammar and literature have become my least favorite lessons to teach. At least right now. It takes ten million years with Mason questioning every metaphor or simile along the way. (For you literal minded thinkers, no, it doesn't REALLY take ten million years. Yes, I know we'd all be dead by then. I'm just exaggerating to make it more interesting.) Ah, well. At least he knows what a metaphor or simile is, even if he isn't a fan. Yet another reason Aspergers is at the same time frustrating, funny, and really intriguing.

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Another Celebration

2011-10-21T13:30:00.000-07:00

Jodie and I have celebrated 12 years worth of birthdays together. Some have slipped quietly by, and some have been memorable, but I will never forget the first time we celebrated Jodie's birthday together. Jodie and I had been dating for just over a month, and were part of a small group of friends. There were five of us, and we did everything together. When we realized that Jodie's birthday was coming up, we wanted to do a surprise party for him, and we all knew exactly what kind of party to have. You see, Jodie was notorious for having inside jokes with everybody. He's a funny guy, and he remembers everything! In fact, in college Jodie even won an award: "Having The Most Inside Jokes With The Most People"...or something like that. Knowing all this, we decided to create an inside joke party for Jodie.

We wrote all the inside jokes our group had (there were a lot) on pieces of paper and hung them up all over our friends' apartment. We also found objects that had to do with the inside jokes, and placed them all around the apartment. One of our inside jokes involved the color orange, so we put orange balloons and streamers everywhere. When I look at pictures from that party, I have no idea what all the jokes even mean any more, but I do remember it was so fun to put that party together! Finally, we decided that, as his girlfriend, I had to play a big part of the party. Previously, someone had asked Jodie what he would want for his birthday and he answered, "A hot girl to open the door in a thong." So it was decided I would open the front door wearing a thong...over my clothes. You have to remember we were college students who had to entertain ourselves on very little money, so there you go.

The party really was a lot of fun. Jodie was surprised, and he thought it was hilarious that we took the time to make all those crazy decorations. I couldn't post too many pictures of the party, because I haven't asked the other people involved, but here is one of Jodie and I.

Jodie is still a fun guy, and I couldn't ask for a better person to celebrate birthdays with! Happy birthday, Jodie! We love you!

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Connor's Creations

2011-10-19T08:58:00.000-07:00

I've mentioned a time or two (or a thousand) that my youngest son, Connor, is obsessed with Transformers. He loves everything about them, and knows so much about them it's crazy! Recently this love has led him to want to make his own Transformer creations. It started with him mixing up the arms and legs of his Transformers in order to create new combinations. Optimus Bumblebee, for example. Then he decided to move on to using some linking cubes to create his own. We think they're actually pretty good. He even builds them so they can transform into a vehicle mode. I snapped a few pictures with my phone the other day. The camera doesn't even do his creations justice, but here they are:

Robot Mode

Vehicle Mode (a car, I think he said)

Robot Mode (this one has a lot of weapons, he says)

Vehicle Mode (this one is a fighter jet)

Connor is very proud that I'm putting his creations on my blog today. : )

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What To Expect When You're Exercising

2011-10-16T22:46:00.000-07:00

Once upon a time I didn't have to worry about my weight or what I ate. How I long for those days! After having two kids and passing the age of 30 my body rebels against me with every bite I take. Even worse, my husband lost 70 pounds this past year, and I? Lost nothing. Or, actually, I did lose some...but I gained it back. After awhile I eventually get to the point where I realize I've got to actually get up and do something about it instead of just complaining about how I weigh way too much. Of course I cut back on what I eat and drink tons of water, but then I realize that's simply not enough. I also have to...exercise. There...I said it. Yes, I have to actually move my body in some way and sweat. Shocking revelation, isn't it?

I've come to realize that there are certain steps you go through when you first begin exercising. In order to take the mystery out of the whole process I've decided to share them with you today. In fact, I'm currently working my way through the steps. This is what I've learned to expect when exercising:

Step 1: Enthusiasm
Sooo...you've just decided to start an exercise program. Maybe you're going to a gym. Perhaps walking with a friend. Maybe you've even decided to start with some good old exercise videos. Whatever you're going for, you're enthusiastic. Determined. You know you can do this! Exercising will change your life! You will lose weight! You will have muscles! It's going to be awesome! You put on those workout clothes and get ready to attack that workout!

Step 2: Reality Check
Now you've officially started working out. The first day goes pretty well. In fact, you got through the workout. I mean, sure, you were pretty out of breath and sweated like crazy, but, hey, you hadn't worked out for ____________. (Insert time frame for how long it's been.) So you're feeling pretty good and you go into the second day with confidence. Then...and then...it's kind of harder this time time around. Your muscles are really...ow...sore. Still...you can do this. You finish that workout! Though...you did have to stop a little more this time around. And...wow...you're really out of breath! Who are you kidding? That workout was wayyy harder this time around. Your muscles really start to hurt. Seriously. You feel like screaming any time you have to sit down or move. You hold your pee as much as possible because even having to sit down on the toilet is an incredibly painful experience!

Step 3: Rationalization
You are in so much pain that you take a day or two off. I mean, you're supposed to let your muscles rest a bit between workouts...right? In fact you're pretty sure you read in ____________(insert name of some magazine you read while in line at the grocery store) that it's important to rest a day...or two...between workouts. Right? It's not like you're never going to workout again...you're just letting your muscles rest and rebuild. Right?

Step 4: The Fork in the Road
Now your exercise journey can go one of two ways. The first way is...you rationalize for so long that before you know it you haven't exercised for three or more weeks. At that point you have to start over in the step process. OR you can go the second route...which is ~~feeling guilty~~ ~~feeling really fat~~ motivating yourself to get out there and keep going! Your muscles have rested, and you realize that you really do need to get back on track. So you ~~drag yourself kicking and screaming~~ enthusiastically do your workout again.

Step 5: The Love/Hate Relationship
Congrats. If you've reached this step, you've actually decided to continue working out. That's a big part of the step process. Then begins the love/hate relationship with exercising. You love how you feel good...and, hey, you're actually seeing some results! You hate that it takes so. freaking. long to lose just a couple of pounds! You hate that you can run 3 miles or do 50 jumping jacks or take the longest spin class of your life...and the calories you've burned are only the amount of maybe half the muffin you ate that morning. You love that while you're working out you get that rush of endorphins...that great feeling that you're doing something right for your body! You hate that in order to get that rush of endorphins you have to spend half the day motivating yourself to even start the workout. This love/hate relationship will continue as you exercise. Every day. At different points in your life you'll probably fall of the wagon and have to start the steps again. I've been there. Many times.

So, there you have it. What to expect when you're exercising. I'm on Step 3. Wish me luck on moving on to Step 4! No, seriously...wish me luck! I really need it!

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Photo Impossible

2011-10-13T15:26:00.000-07:00

Over the long weekend my mom, aunt, and Nana came to visit us. They were only able to stay for a couple of days, but it was so fun to see them and watch the boys interact with them. Due to various circumstances it had been about 4 1/2 years since I had seen my aunt or Nana, and we normally only get to see my mom once a year. We played cards, took the boys to the park, and laughed at the funny things the boys always manage to say. I was thrilled to let the boys spend time with my side of the family! After a great visit I was determined to get some pictures to document the occasion. Mason and Connor, however, were determined to make it impossible to get any normal pictures of them. Here's kind of how it went down:

Aunt Teri: "OK, boys, let's get a nice picture of you guys for my fridge!"
20 Tries later:

My mom, "OK, guys, let's have a nice picture with your Great Nana...don't you want to look nice for her?" Me: "Maybe you could put on some shirts? No? Well...can you just smile?"
15 Tries Later:

I then yelled at them about taking a decent picture, so this one turned out sort of OK. Um, other than Connor crying because I yelled at him... Also, my mom closed her eyes...

Hey, wait! This picture actually turned out fine! Oh...neither of the boys are in it. Plus, my mom closed her eyes...AGAIN!

Sigh. Well, they may not be frame worthy, but we DID document the visit! Mission accomplished! Sort of...

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Paradise (According To My Kids)

2011-10-12T09:24:00.000-07:00

If there is one store we can take the boys to in order for them to be entertained for hours, it's the Bass Pro Shop. The one near us is HUGE and has so many things to look at it'll make your head spin. Last week we went with the boys, some of their cousins, and Jodie's parents. Taking 7 kids, even with several adults, to a place like the Bass Pro Shop is just crazy! They have camping equipment, grilling equipment, guns, sports equipment, boats, ATVs, a giant fish tank, elevators that go into the giant fish tank...really, I could go on and on. Overall, the kids did really well...they just got a little overexcited. Even so, I did get some pictures with my phone...though some of them are pretty blurry. Since I had the pics, however, I thought I'd join in on iPhone Photo Phun and share them with you!

Connor LOVED the giant fish tank and spent a lot of time there...

He also thought the fishing and hunting Wii games were pretty cool...

The ATVs were a big hit with all the kids, and I could hardly get my boys off of them...

And did you know that driving off road vehicles is such serious business? I was asked to stop taking pictures so they could concentrate...

None of the kids wanted to leave, but we all managed to get out...eventually. Hey, at least we know we don't need to bother spending money to entertain the kids, right?

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Race For The Cure 2011

2011-10-11T12:10:00.000-07:00

Lately we've had a lot going on around here! Fun stuff, which I'd love to share with you when I catch up. For now, I'd like to talk about Race For The Cure, which I participated in on Sunday. Every year you see thousands of people gathered together to support finding a cure for breast cancer. I can't say enough about how inspiring it is to see the survivors right along with their family, friends, and other supporters. After what these women have been through, they choose to come and participate in the race, and also give their support to others. As we walked we saw women in wheelchairs, women on crutches, and men and women walking with pictures of their loved ones on their back. Some pictures were in celebration of a survivor, some were in support of someone going through treatment for breast cancer, and many, many more were in memory of women who have died from breast cancer. I walked in celebration of my Nana, and in memory of Jodie's Aunt Sue. This is the third year I have done this, and every year I feel more and more inspired. Here is a picture of me with some of the ladies I used to work with, and who I walk with each year:

Now we're back to normal, after a weekend of the race, cousins, parties, out of town family, and other fun stuff! More on our weekend later...for now I've got to get back in the school groove! Yikes!

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Progress

2011-10-05T23:08:00.000-07:00

I've said it before and I'll probably say it again: teaching my own children is HARD! Though I don't regret our decision to do online schooling, there are many days when I question my teaching skills and whether they're actually learning from me. In fact, I'd been feeling pretty down about it lately, because the days can get so repetitive, and sometimes it's hard to tell whether the boys are paying any attention. As their mom, my emotions are way more tied up in the whole teaching process then when I taught children who weren't my own. In my emotional state I often tell Jodie that maybe we should just quit because I'm obviously not teaching them anything and I'm a horrible teacher. In my emotional state I tend to be pretty dramatic, in case you haven't noticed.

Then, one day, I started to realize that we really were making progress. Real, actual learning was happening! Connor suddenly can sound out words, and is moving up the path to reading. Mason read a book to his supervising teacher without missing too many words. Connor can add doubles in his head. Mason can multiply. Connor knows all about Egypt. Mason was the September writing star for his online class. They both made the 1st quarter honor roll. We're doing it! When I notice these successes that we're having it helps me get through the harder lessons. Here I was, feeling that I was failing, and, really, I was just being too impatient and hard on myself. Yeahhh...I tend to do that. A lot.

We still have our hard days. Lots and lots of hard days. Emotions get in the way, sometimes none of us really feel like doing lessons. Connor may be great at math, but he still doesn't like doing it. Mason may be the writing star, but getting him to actually write the paper practically takes an act of Congress. It happens. However, these little glimpses of success have really helped me to keep on going. I've learned to relax a little with myself (well, mostly) and to appreciate that every small bit of progress leads to bigger success. I'm proud of all of us.

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How He Sees It

2011-10-04T23:00:00.000-07:00

Both of my boys have a very funny and quirky way of looking at the world...their own unique take. Though dealing with Asperger's and all it entails is a huge challenge, it makes it all worth it when I get to hear the funny things my boys say. It's a combination of Asperger's and both of them inheriting some of Jodie's quirky and goofy traits. OK, and maybe a little bit of me. We're so used to the things that come out of our boys' mouths that we often forget how funny they really can be.

Yesterday Mason had an online conference with our supervising teacher. Basically he has to read a book to her and then answer questions about it. I've mentioned before that Mason doesn't get emotions so well, especially when he's asked to guess those emotions by the look on someone's face. The book he was reading with his teacher ended with a boy eating a bowl of ice cream. Naturally, the question posed to Mason was: "How do you think this boy is feeling about getting to eat ice cream?" Mason stared intently at the picture. He sat back...then leaned forward and looked again. Finally he said, very seriously, "He looks like he's feeling...lactose intolerant."

There was a distinct pause, and the teacher said, "Did you just say he's lactose intolerant?" Mason said, "Yes. That's what I think." The teacher laughed and laughed. "Oh, Mason," she said. "That was cute." She continued to chuckle as we went on. It didn't phase Mason one bit, even as we talked about the fact that the boy was smiling, and smiling usually indicated that they were happy. When we got done I asked him where he had heard that term. He just shrugged and went off to do something else. Little did he know he totally made my day, once again.

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Our First Experience With A Bully

2011-10-03T06:00:00.000-07:00

As a parent you hate to see your child targeted by a bully. I mean, that's probably the most obvious statement ever, am I right? Explaining why some kids are just plain mean is always a hard task, plus seeing your child get picked on is heart wrenching. Saturday, while at the park, Mason got his first taste of dealing with a bully. Thankfully, it was an isolated incident, but it still brought on many questions from him.

We met one of Jodie's friends and her daughter for a play date at a park across town. The boys were really excited about it, and they love this particular park. It's huge and has a ton of things to do, and they were excited to bring their new scooters to ride them on the paths around the park. The instant we got there Connor ran for the big playground, with Jodie following, while I stayed behind to watch Mason ride his scooter on the paths. Immediately he found a group of boys his age who were also riding scooters, and they all started racing each other and were having a good time. I really enjoyed seeing Mason interact with other boys his age. These boys were not the problem at all. In fact, we were at the park about 5 hours and Mason played with a couple of them the entire time. It was completely awesome...but not the point of this story.

As the boys rode around a group of girls came up to the park. They were a bit older than the boys and sat down, watching as the boys rode around. Suddenly the biggest girl started screaming at the boys as they rode by, telling them to stop. Her friend jumped up and grabbed a scooter from one of the other boys, riding off with it. She was laughing and the little boy looked around, not sure what to do. I opened my mouth to say something, but then she gave it back. Suddenly I heard Mason's voice coming from behind a tree that was blocking my view. He was saying, "That's MY scooter. It's not yours." I heard someone telling him to give the scooter to them RIGHT NOW. He kept saying, "It's MINE." I paused, waiting to see if the situation would resolve itself. Then I heard Mason saying, "Hey! Ow! It's my scooter, and I'm going to have to tell my mom if you take it. Let me go! Ow!" That was my cue right there.

I marched around the tree and saw an older girl trying to yank the scooter right out from under Mason. He was holding on tight, but she was twisting his hands over the handlebars. "Hey! Nuh-uh!," I said. The girl jumped a mile into the air and took off, while her friends laughed at her. Mason breathed a sigh of relief, smiled at me, and rode off. The girls never came near Mason again, but I watched as they made their rounds around the park, trying to snatch toys from other kids. When they got caught, they ran, but always went to a new spot to try again. Finally, they left.

Mason came and sat down next to me. "Mom, that girl really hurt my hands. Why would she do that? I don't even know her. Why would she be so mean?" Ah, the million dollar question. I paused a moment, trying to think of just what to say. "I really don't know, Mase.," I said, finally. Mason shook his head. "That just doesn't make any sense, to be mean to someone you don't even know." Then he got up and went on with his day, while I was left thinking about it. At one time or another most kids experience someone being mean to them, and, on the flip side, most kids have moments where they're the ones who are not so nice. I know I had my fair share of both moments. It's just really hard to explain to someone like Mason, who sees everything in perfect black and white, why someone would be mean just to be mean. To him, there has to be a logical reason for something to happen. When there isn't a clear and logical explanation for someone's behavior it simply doesn't make sense to him. I don't always understand why some kids are bullies, myself, but I do know that I want to teach my own boys not only how to deal with bullies, but also to not become bullies themselves.

Has your child ever had an experience with a bully? How did you deal with it?

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Race For The Cure 2011

2011-09-30T09:35:00.000-07:00

Every year I participate in the Susan G. Komen Race For The Cure, in honor of my Nana, who is a breast cancer survivor, and in memory of Jodie's Aunt Sue. It's always a really inspiring experience, and seeing all the survivors and family members always touches me. You simply can't feel down when you're participating in something that is for a common good! This year the race is on October 9, just 9 days away! ( I need to get my running shoes ready. Pfttt...who am I kidding? I don't run! I'll be walking, in case you're curious.)

If any of you are able to donate to the Race For The Cure, please visit my page! You can donate by credit card right online, or print out a form and mail in a donation. Every bit helps, no matter how small, and all proceeds go towards finding a cure for breast cancer. Click the link below and you will be taken directly to the donation page. Thank you so much for contributing to this important cause!

Race For The Cure

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Wise Advice

2011-09-29T06:00:00.000-07:00

I'd mentioned awhile back that I was feeling overwhelmed and was having a hard time. At the time, I really didn't feel like talking about it much, so I just brushed it aside...at least on here. Today, however, I was reading my friend Jessica's blog (and you should totally go check her out, by the way) and found a quote that spoke to me and inspired me. Actually, there is a list of 45 quotes which are awesome, but this one in particular jumped out at me. It is by a woman named Regina Brett:

I have to say, this woman is very wise. You see, I had been having such a hard time with life in general. Though I'm feeling better now, I still have those days when I just feel that I have too much to handle. It's many things...my doctor deciding I needed a "different approach" in dealing with my depression (ie, no meds, at least for now), starting the school year and realizing that teaching both my boys is a lot more challenging than just teaching one, dealing with the day to day stuff that comes with raising two boys with Asperger's, and...well, life! Everything just hit me at once, like a ton of bricks and then some, and I started to feel very overwhelmed, very bitter, and very, very sorry for myself. I absolutely hated feeling that way.

By nature, I am an optimist. I tend to put a positive spin on most things. When I found myself unable to do even that? I couldn't handle it. I found myself in tears, daily, over how school was going, over what a horrible mom I was for not being able to teach my own children. I cried to Jodie about how it was so unfair that I should be saddled with not only two children with autism, but also having to deal with depression and anxiety and a stupid doctor who obviously didn't care what I was going through. I was sad, I was angry, and I felt completely hopeless and helpless. I snapped at the kids, we argued, I took it out on Jodie. It was not a pretty sight.

I'm aware that depression played the biggest role in all of this. I've dealt with it long enough to know what really comes from me, and what really comes from the depression. However, it wasn't any adjustment in treatment that shook me out of it all. What really shook me out of it was reading about two mothers who very recently lost their children. I didn't know either of the mothers personally, but the news struck me deeply, nevertheless. It was as if the fog lifted and I realized that, no matter how hard things were, I still had my boys. They are still here with me. They may test my patience, they may have a complete aversion to school lessons, and they may drive me crazy, but I still get to see them daily. I still get to wrap my arms around them and kiss them every day. I get to hear them laughing. I get to watch as they grow and learn and play.

I can't even fathom the pain of a parent who has lost their child. No one wants to deal with that, and no one wishes that upon their worst enemy. Compared to the pain those parents must feel, my complaints seemed almost silly. Small bumps in the road. I began to see that life really is OK after all, and I began to feel some of that optimism coming back. I don't know why it struck me so much, why it was that news that cleared my mind, but it did. I forced myself to see how much good I really do have in my life, and that so much of that good comes from my family. The same group of people who challenge me daily also make my life fun and crazy and full daily. As my attitude improved, so did things around me. As I made a conscious effort to not snap and yell at the boys for every little thing, things started to fall into place with school. We've found a groove and a rhythm that works for us. I began to realize that I'd been setting the atmosphere in the house, and my mood was affecting us all. As I made the effort to be calm and go more with the flow, the atmosphere followed.

Of course I still continue to fight depression. Of course school doesn't run smoothly every day. Of course the boys still know exactly how to push my buttons, and I still definitely know how to raise my voice. Life is like that. I just realized that for every problem I have, someone has their own. When I saw that quote today it made me smile because I've realized how true it is. The simplest advice is often the wisest.

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Baseball Phun!

2011-09-28T09:27:00.000-07:00

Last Saturday Jodie and the boys had the chance to join Jodie's dad and brothers at a Diamondbacks baseball game. The boys came home full of excitement and could not stop talking about it. They've been to college baseball games before, but never a professional one. They were amazed at the size of the stadium, at all the vendors rolling around on carts, and at the pool which people can rent to watch the game in. Their cousins were there, too, and they were excited that they got to hang out. All the kids played a little game and won a prize (either a Dbacks towel or a pompom), and they tried to wait in line for the indoor playground, but the line was an hour long. Surprisingly, they all seemed to think it was part of the adventure and weren't upset that they missed the playground. Finally, in typical Mason and Connor fashion, they were excited to ride in their Uncle Jake's van and to get ice cream at McDonald's afterwards. Maybe even more excited about that than the game. I loved seeing and hearing their excitement, and especially getting the report from Jodie that they were excellent. With that much noise and stimulation, you never know what's going to happen. Due to all that was going on, there wasn't much picture taking. However, my brother-in-law, Jake, did get a picture of Connor on his phone:

#1! I know, he looks really enthusiastic, doesn't he? He says he was having a good time...it was just noisy. Mason wanted to know why he didn't have a picture, so I told him, "If you look past Connor, you'll see Grandpa in his blue shirt. Poking out from the top of Grandpa's shirt is a sliver of blond hair. That's you." That answer seemed perfectly logical to him. At any rate, go Dbacks!

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Mason Bedason

2011-09-27T06:00:00.000-07:00

Often when we are reading books together, Mason will really struggle to capture the emotions that the characters are feeling. Not surprising, since he struggles with empathy and emotions in our day to day life, as many children with Asperger's do. He may have a great range of his own emotions, but when it comes to understanding why someone else might feel a certain way? He often has to really think about it, or I have to help him along by kind of explaining why a person would feel this way or that in certain situations. I get the impression that this struggle to understand others' emotions is a big reason why reading is just not his favorite thing to do. I mean, characters in a book can be so complex. Rules are not always black and white. So he tends to gravitate more towards video games, where there is much more structure, and you know what to expect. Mario isn't really an emotional guy, you know?

In the world of books, however, there IS one character Mason completely understands - Amelia Bedelia. For those of you not familiar with Amelia Bedelia, she is a maid and cook for a family, and is notorious for getting instructions all mixed up. The reason things are always a little crazy when she does housework is because she takes everything completely literally. If she's told to "draw the drapes" she will sit down with a pad and pencil and literally draw a picture of the drapes. Tell her to "dust the furniture" and she'll toss dusting powder around the room, commenting that they don't dust at her house - they undust. One of Mason's very favorite stories involves the lady of the house asking Amelia Bedelia to run over the tablecloth with an iron. Of course, you can imagine her literally running back and forth over the tablecloth while holding the iron. Mason laughs out loud every time we read that part.

The funny thing is, Mason sympathizes with Amelia Bedelia. When I've read the books to other kids, they laugh at how silly she is for getting so mixed up. Mason, however, shakes his head at her employers and their phrasing. He agrees that it makes no sense to say "dust the furniture" when you actually are removing dust from it. He thinks it's perfectly acceptable for Amelia Bedelia to put a chicken in clothes when she's told to dress it. In his opinion, they should just tell her to put stuffing in the chicken and season it if that's what they mean by dressing it. He also loves the fact that, despite Amelia Bedelia getting mixed up and kind of making a mess of things, everyone loves her, anyways.

I highly doubt Amelia Bedelia books were written with a child who has Asperger's in mind, but Mason really gravitates towards them. He gets that it's funny, and he gets that she gets mixed up, but he also understands WHY. He understands because he himself is very literal and often gets confused at the way we word things, and how some phrases don't literally mean what they sound like. If I tell him I've got to kick him out of the room for a minute, he is honestly baffled by why I would want to kick him. You get the idea. I'm glad Mason has found a series of stories that he enjoys so much and understands so well. I think we'll be enjoying the antics of Amelia Bedelia for quite some time.

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Adventures With A Bead

2011-09-23T23:59:00.000-07:00

It always starts out with a lack of parental supervision, doesn't it? You're not watching, just for a bit, and suddenly they have a bruise, or broke a vase, or let the dog out of the yard, or maybe need stitches. For Connor, it was a little mischief with a bead...and his nose. This is the story of how it all went down...

Mason had a spelling test. Spelling is not easy for him, and he requires quiet and concentration when he's taking a spelling test. Usually that's not a problem, but today Connor was bound and determined to interrupt with a story about Transformers. Normally I do listen to his stories, but today I had to ask him to just wait a minute. He didn't like that and decided that yelling would be a better way to get my attention. I disagreed and told him in so many words that he'd better go find something to do because I needed to give his brother a spelling test. And maybe that's where it all started to go wrong. If I'd specified a little, told him to watch a movie or draw a picture of the greatest Transformer EVER, then maybe I wouldn't have this story to tell. Alas, it was not to be. I told him to find something to do...and, well, that's exactly what he did.

As the test ended I went to find Connor so I could hear his story. Instead, he said, "Mom, I have something in my nose." I stopped dead in my tracks and said, "Ummm...do you mean you have a booger in your nose...or you have something in your nose?" He shuffled his feet. "I have something in my nose." I looked at him. "Connor, did you put something in your nose?" He hesitated. "I don't know." I knelt in front of him. "Connor, if you put something in your nose, I need to know because it has to come out." He looked down at his feet and sort of mumbled, "Ummm...yeah...I put something in my nose." I groaned inwardly. Then I took a look.

There, in the very, very back of his right nostril, was a bead. It was wayyy back there. I've dealt with stuff up the nose before, when I worked at a daycare. Oh, and when Mason put a popcorn kernel up his nose a few years back. Those objects, however, weren't nearly as far back as this bead was. I tried all the obvious solutions...you know, plug his unaffected nostril and have him blow as hard as he can...try to reach it with tweezers...get him to sneeze. No dice. That bead was NOT budging. I started to sweat a little, imagining having to pay that ER copay. $100 for a bead. I called my parent's house, hoping to find my mom at home. You know, because she lives two states away and could totally help me get the bead out. Mom wasn't home, so my dad gave me a helpful tip: Google it.

We Googled together: how do I get a bead out of my child's nose? And this site popped up for both of us, with some specific advice. Plug his unaffected nostril, then cover your mouth with his and blow gently into his mouth. "Try that!," my dad said. "Ew.," I said back. I mean, yeah, I'd totally do mouth to mouth if my child wasn't breathing. However, something about having the time to think about what I was doing made it all seem gross. Well, desperate times call for desperate measures, I guess! So I did just what the article said. The bead started to move! Connor started to freak out...apparently me giving him mouth to mouth was not great for him, either. I said, "Well, I have to do this! Do you want me to do this, or do you want those tweezers stuck back up your nose?" He glared at me. "I want the tweezers in my nose." I shrugged. "OK." So we went for tweezers, round two. And...ta-da!...the bead had moved forward enough that I could now pull it out with tweezers. Whew!

THIS is the bead:

C for Connor. Not exactly how I would teach him to spell his name, but whatever.

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The Insomniac's ChaCha

2011-09-22T09:24:00.000-07:00

Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight we present...The Insomniac's ChaCha...

Toss,2, chachacha
and turn, 2, chachacha
Sigh,2, chachacha
Roll over, 2, chachacha
Check the clock every hour,
It's slowness tends to make you sour.

Annoyed, 2, chachacha
By snores, 2, chachacha
Irritated, 2, chachacha
By grinding teeth, 2, chachacha
Kick your husband in the shins,
Apologize (but you'll do it again).

Thoughts, 2, chachacha
Don't stop, 2, chachacha
Anxiety, 2, chachacha
Over silly things, 2, chachacha
Close your eyes really tight
You don't want to be up all night!

Drift, 2, chachacha
Into sleep, 2, chachacha
Now the clock, 2, chachacha
Speeds up, 2, chachacha
The alarm goes off way too soon,
You want to throw it across the room!

It's really annoying that I'm having a bit of trouble sleeping lately. Obviously my bored mind thinks of the most ridiculous things. Like putting all my nightly tossing and turning to the tune of a ChaCha. What do you do when you have trouble sleeping?

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In Which I Laugh At My Husband's Horror

2011-09-21T06:00:00.000-07:00

Not that long ago I wrote a post about Connor and how he declared that he did not like Justin Bieber. Truth be told, I don't think he even knew who Justin Bieber is, but it made Jodie proud that his son claimed to not like Justin Bieber. Since then, we attended our family reunion. During the kid's talent show, Connor heard the song "Baby" for the first time. It's a song one of his cousins loves. I didn't really think anything of it, until today. As I was prepping the computer for Connor's lesson, he asked me if he could hear that song "that Samuel really likes a lot." I knew just what song he meant and found it on YouTube. He really got into it, dancing his little heart out and even singing along.

Man, I could NOT wait to tell Jodie. Jodie hates the whole Justin Bieber thing, with a passion. He has always said how happy he was that neither of our boys had really picked up on the craze. I personally don't care either way, and may possibly be known to sing along to the more popular songs when I happen to catch them. As Jodie arrived home I could barely contain my grin. "Hey, Connor!," I called. "Tell Daddy what song you were hoping he would download for you!" With the most earnest look on his face Connor announced, "Oh, Daddy...I was really hoping you could download a Justin Bieber song..the one Samuel likes." The look on Jodie's face? Priceless.

Being the great dad that he is, he did download the song, and then proceeded to be treated to an all-out dance show. Connor danced his heart out, sang along, and at one point even shouted out, "I think Justin Bieber sounds good!" You can't script a better way to torture your spouse! I could not stop laughing. Jodie endured for the sake of Connor, but when it was over he whispered, "You had better play that song for him only when I am out of the house!" I assured him I would try my best...as Connor begged for another round of dancing.

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The Haunted Fan

2011-09-20T06:00:00.000-07:00

It kept happening all evening. As we ate dinner, straightened up from the school day, and did our usual evening routine. Jodie would go into our bedroom to drop something off, and then would come out looking really annoyed. "Who keeps turning on our fan?," he kept asking. "Which fan?," I would reply, absentmindedly. "Our stand fan. Every time I walk into the room, it's on. I turn it off, then later I come back in and it's on again!" I would shrug and say, "I dunno, babe. Not me." Then he would go find the boys and tell them to quit turning it on. "Daddy, I haven't been in your room.," they would both insist. To which Jodie would say, "Well, somebody is! Just don't touch the fan!" The boys kept arguing back that they hadn't even been on that side of the house. Something wasn't adding up, so I started taking note. It was true...nobody ever went near the room, but every time Jodie went back in there, the fan would be on. I just sort of pushed it out of my mind, because the Hell's Kitchen finale was on. Obviously I was very busy with important things.

Later that night, I was getting out of the shower. It was dark in the house, the boys were sound asleep, Jodie was on the other side of the door...messing with the fan. Beep. He would turn it on. Beep. Beep. Up to the highest speed. Beep. Now he turned it off. Beep. On again. Now I was getting annoyed. "Jodie!," I snapped. "What on earth are you doing?" No answer. More beeps as the fan went from low speed to high speed, on again, off again. "OK, really, just leave it alone! Why do you keep messing with it?," I said, my voice raising an octave. Still no reply. "Jodie!," I yelled. "What?," he yelled back...from across the house. I froze. And became completely irrational. "Jodie!," I yelled, panic in my voice. "Jodie...please, come here RIGHT NOW!" "Hold on, hold on!," he was saying. "No...NOW!," I yelled. The fan was still beeping...on and off...low to high...and IT WAS FREAKING ME OUT! Finally I heard him walk into the room. "What? What is it? The kids are asleep!," he was saying. I explained that the fan was working by itself, and he looked at me like I was insane. Because the fan wasn't doing it any more. "Remember?," I squeaked. "You kept thinking the boys were messing with the fan, but they weren't near it?" He shrugged. "Maybe it's a ghost. I dunno.," he said, casually. "Don't!," I hissed. "Don't say that!" He just laughed. "Amy, it's probably just shorting out."

Ah, yes, the "rational" explanation. The explanation which my rational side immediately agrees with...while my imaginative side continues to freak out over the fan going crazy on its own. As irrational as it is, my imaginative side won. I begged him to not leave the room until I was ready to go with him. And now I sit here, the thoughts of ghosts (which in daylight I absolutely do not believe in) whirling in my brain. To top it off, the fan has been perfectly normal since Jodie has been in the room. No turning itself on and off from the instant he walked in there. Tell me that isn't weird!

Do you believe in ghosts?

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Note To Self

2011-09-19T06:00:00.000-07:00

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Nostalgic

2011-09-16T06:00:00.000-07:00

From the CD player I hear the beginnings of a song by the Killers, and I am immediately taken back to our early Arizona days. To a time when we listened to the Killers a lot, because our little two year old Mason enjoyed it so much. Maybe not a conventional CD for a two year old, but we played it. I remember so clearly the feeling of rocking and rocking our little baby, Connor, while Mason chattered away about everything and nothing, the CD playing in the background. I remember sitting in the tiny living room of our little apartment, just having come back from an aerobics class or a walk with "the girls" who lived in our complex...young moms, just like me. Kids the same age. I remember Connor's bright little eyes, curious, his need to be tightly wrapped, how he loved to watch his brother. I can still clearly see Mason's chubby little legs, still hear his cute little two year old voice. His greatest joy was when we would allow him to sit in the car (with us, of course) in the parking lot. He loved to touch everything in the car, and to turn the steering wheel. I remember how both their little eyes would get so droopy after lunch, Connor falling asleep easily after a bottle, Mason clasping his chubby little arms around my neck as I laid him on his toddler bed. In those days he hadn't yet begun to fight his nap.

Things then were not perfect, by any means. Two year old tantrums, surviving Connor's first 6 weeks of nonstop crying. The apartment we lived in? Pretty ghetto, though we had wonderful neighbors. Oh, and don't forget no dishwasher. That wasn't so great. Yet I still look back on those days as some of our most content days. Perhaps the grass is always greener, and nostalgia clouds our judgement, but we truly were happy in our small little apartment. I had a group of mommy friends I did things with, we hadn't yet begun to worry about Asperger's and therapies and early intervention. We weren't having to deal with school and homework. I didn't have to work, I didn't have to teach. Though we had our issues, it just seemed...simpler. I truly enjoyed my boys at that age, so adorable and squeezeable.

The Killers song ends, and I blink. Doesn't it seem that's all we do, just blink? And suddenly I have a son who is a couple of months away from turning 9, and another nearly 7. I love them more than anything, I love the time we spend together, and life, though filled with a lot of challenges, is generally good. Yet I can't help but tear up when I think of my little guys and wonder...where did they go? Why does time slip so quickly by? And I hug them a little tighter, remembering those days that don't seem so long ago, but have passed us quicker than I ever dreamed it would. I'm nostalgic for my babies, who are growing up before my eyes. Then I smile as Connor says, "Mom, let's hear that Killers song again!"

The inspiration for this post came when I read this post at Mama's Monologues and started thinking about how fast the time flies, and how precious those moments are. Then I heard that song, and the nostalgia hit me like crazy. Do you ever have moments like that?

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The Sayings Of MC

2011-09-15T06:00:00.000-07:00

Today Mason learned that my mom, Nana, and aunt will be coming to visit us for a couple of nights next month. He was really excited. "Mom, it'll be so great!," he exclaimed. "I can show Nana how far we've gotten on all the games in our Wii, and Great Nana has probably never seen anything like it in her life! She'll say, "I can't believe it! What is all this amazing technology?!"."

Jodie and I watch all kind of cooking shows, including Kitchen Nightmares. Connor is in and out as we watch it, and I really didn't think he was paying any attention until dinner the other night. It was leftovers. I set his plate in front of him and he said, "When was this cooked?" I glanced at Jodie and answered, "Yesterday." He shook his head. "I can't believe you would serve reheated food to your customers! That's no way to run a restaurant! Food must be cooked to order!" Number one, no more Kitchen Nightmares around this kid. Number two, if he expects that kind of service at our house? He's going to be one sad kid!

I asked Mason to throw away a soda can that was in our office. He picked it up and said, "Don't mind me, I just need to use the can...," and walked into the closet with it. (I admit I jumped up to make sure he was joking. You never know!)

The boys were both horrified when a small piece of paint chipped off of one their bedroom walls and revealed that the wall had once been painted pink. "Oh, no!," said Connor. Our walls used to be PINK!" Mason shook his head. "I really hope no one finds out our walls are pink under there. That would be so embarrassing!"

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Tips For Homeschooling With Asperger's

2011-09-14T06:00:00.000-07:00

We got off to a bit of a rocky start with our schooling this year. Last year, I only had Mason at home with me, and we didn't start until March. Things were winding down a bit by then, so we didn't have such an intense schooling experience. This year, however, I have both my boys at home, and we're right in the middle of the whole full-fledged homeschooling experience. No matter how you look at it, homeschooling is a challenging experience. There are benefits, sure, but it definitely takes work and patience. Add into that mix the special needs that my boys have, and it can be one overwhelming and emotional roller coaster. (Not the time for my doctor to take me off of my anxiety meds, but that's for a different post!) As we've finally started getting on our feet, and things are starting to run smoothly, I thought I'd shell out a few tips for what I've learned. I talk about it as homeschooling with Asperger's, because that is my boys' challenge, but it could really apply for any disability or challenge. Without further ado, I present 5 tips for homeschooling your child with special needs:

1. Find the best option for your homeschooling experience. Last year I had to make my decision pretty quickly, what with needing to pull Mason out of his previous school immediately. I did take the time to research a few options, and I chose to go with an online public school. We use K12, and it IS a lot of work, but we've found it to be a good fit for us. They tell me what curriculum to use, and provide lesson plans for me, which keeps me on track. Also, because it's essentially a charter school and receives funding from the government, they are required to provide the same services for my boys as a public school is. That is important for us because our insurance sucks and doesn't cover what we need. Also, all the supplies and curriculum are sent to you free. Another bonus, since I had to quit my job in order to provide homeschooling for Mason. You may find that buying into a homeschooling program, or even putting together one on your own, is more beneficial for your child, but my point is: YOU know what works for your child and family. There are tons of options!

2. Relax and set your own pace. When I first started this year I felt this need to get everything done by a certain time and kind of pushed a little. Can you say meltdowns? Oh, and the kids didn't like it, either. One day I thought to myself, "Um, Amy? You chose homeschooling because it provided more flexibility. It's not a race!" Seriously, one of the major benefits of homeschooling is that you can set your own schedule. Why not take advantage of that? Yes, you need a schedule, but if your child gets overwhelmed, or you feel like you're going to blow your top trying to get them to do a lesson? Stop. And breathe. Enjoy that flexibility. And, yeah...I'm still working on that one!

3. Yelling? Accomplishes nothing. OK, this could be advice for any parent, am I right? But it kind of goes with the advice above. If you feel like you're going to lose it, remember that mommy can have a time out, too! When emotions play into the whole thing, it just makes it harder. I admit to having to leave the room several times a week to take a deep breath. Just getting a bit of fresh air can go a long way! Trust me.

4. Play to your child's strengths. One of the most frustrating things about having a child with special needs is they don't always learn in conventional ways. Some days, the way the lesson explains things is not a way that Mason or Connor will be able to learn. They have Asperger's. They're literal. They remember obscure details. They learn by doing tactile things. Fill in the blank with whatever your child's learning methods are. It's OK to change it up a little, or help them to understand something by approaching it a little differently. Mason is able to learn his spelling words by writing them in shaving cream or on a bag filled with aloe vera. When we were just working on the words by simply writing them down? He simply didn't get the words. I started begging for advice and learned that maybe I should try something tactile, like the shaving cream. Now he gets 90-100% on every single spelling test. Connor wasn't understanding molecules and the way they move in different states of matter. We danced like molecules in different states of matter. Suddenly it clicked. You get the idea. Oh, and none of the ideas are my own, which brings me to my final bit of advice...

5. Ask for help! No matter how well things are going, it will get overwhelming. It's a big responsibility to take on your child's education, and can seem insurmountable when you add in a disability. Ask questions, search on the Internet, drill your therapists, talk to teachers...whatever you have to do! Without Mason's teacher, my mother in law, and some Internet articles I would be kind of stuck on how to help my boys learn in a way that they get. I think one of the main reasons kids with Asperger's or disabilities can have such a hard time at school is because they don't necessarily learn like others do. I know, in our case, they have a whole different way of thinking. Seriously, don't try to do it on your own. There are resources out there. I really had to learn this one, because I am kind of a control freak. Once I finally let go of not wanting to ask for help, things started to fall in place much more easily.

So, there you have it. A few (hopefully) helpful tips for homeschooling a child with special needs. We're still working on it, and we have our good and bad days, but slowly I'm learning and we're getting ourselves on the right path. If anyone ever has any questions for me, please don't hesitate to ask. I may not know the answer, but I can tell you how to find it. I also am pretty much an expert on what NOT to do! Ah, well, life is all about learning, isn't it?

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Easy Canvas Prints

2011-09-13T06:00:00.000-07:00

There's nothing I love more than displaying my favorite pictures around our house. Lately I've seen a lot of people putting their favorite shots on canvas, and displaying it that way. I honestly love the look of it, especially when it's done well. Read more...

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Reunion 2011

2011-09-12T06:00:00.000-07:00

As we drive down the road I spot a mile sign. "Okay...Show Low...8 miles! You guys, we're almost there!" From the backseat come cheers and clapping. "Connor! Did you hear that?!," Mason shouts. "We're almost there!" Jodie and I smile at each other. The boys' excitement is contagious, and we're glad to be done with the drive. I gaze out the window at a beautiful view of pine trees and mountains. The cool breeze coming in the window is heavenly. We're all looking forward to a fun weekend together.

Every year, Jodie's family holds a reunion. We all take turns being in charge, choosing the location, deciding what to do. We've grown to truly love this tradition, and each year the reunion seems to just get better. I think mostly because the kids get older and are able to participate in more, and also because we learn what works and what doesn't. This year we had a wonderful cabin, which just added to it all. I can honestly say we had one of the best weekends we'd ever had as a family, and came away with many memories. The one thing I wish I could have done differently would be to remember my camera!

Mason and his cousin, Tyler, excited that there's a hot tub! Picture courtesy of my bro in law, Jake.

The first night was relaxing...with one exception. Our rambunctious 3 year old nephew managed a fall by the hot tub and split his chin wide open. Yup...he needed stitches. Thankfully he was OK and was able to get by with liquid stitches. There's always one incident! Other than that, the kids played and miraculously went to bed at the appointed "kid bedtime." In fact, they did this every night of the reunion! Miracles DO happen, in case you're wondering. We were able to have a great discussion once the kids went to bed, and catch up. Saturday we headed to a lake for family pics, and a kids' nature walk. The kids collected bugs and flowers and pinecones, and one of Jodie's brothers even caught a centipede, which the kids thought was really cool. After lunch the kids all took turns telling stories and begging to hear stories from their Grandpa and uncles. For me it was a really cool experience to see the kids wanting to talk and share stories. It also showed how much they've grown even just over the last year. I loved it. That night, we all went out together for a new adventure...

"Look! Look! There's a car! It's blue!" The boys eagerly lean forward to see the race track. "Now there's three cars!," Connor shouts, excitedly. "Why aren't they going that fast, Mom?," Mason asks. "It's just a warm up, Mason...they're going to go a lot faster!," I answer. More and more cars are circling the track, their huge spoilers sticking up, the mud flying up under their tires.

...we went to see some stock car races. I've never gone to any race like that, and I knew the boys would be excited. I was just worried about the noise level...they're both so sensitive to noises, and I didn't know how they would take that. Luckily, my brother in law got us a booth, so they could watch all the action, but there was a sound buffer. The miniature cars were loud, but tolerable. When the big cars came out Mason started to freak out a little, but we were able to close the window and the door to the booth, and then he was OK. Despite the noise, they LOVED seeing the races and got a kick out of watching the whole thing.

Connor at the races - it was really loud! Courtesy of Jake.

Sunday was a quieter day, but still busy. We had a grandkids' church right at the cabin, and then attended a meeting together as a family. It was what we call a testimony meeting, where you can stand up and speak if you wish. Mason decided he wanted to do this, which surprised me. He actually did well, speaking about how he loved his family. I was so proud when he finished, but he did have to add his own touch...

Mason starts to leave the podium, then hesitates. Before I can signal him or say anything he grabs the microphone and says, "And I'd like to wish everyone in the world a happy birthday!" The congregation lets out a chuckle, and I lead him off the stage. Mason is grinning from ear to ear. I pat him on the back and tell him he did a great job. "Maybe you just didn't need to add that last part...," I say.

That evening we learned how to make laundry soap, which is actually really handy. I'll post the recipe on here later. After dinner we ended with a Kids' Talent Show. It was one of the highlights of the weekend. Each kid had something they wanted to do, and it turns out we have a lot of little dancers in our family. Who knew, right? Mason performed tricks with Dino the Dinosaur, and we were excited that he wanted to get up and do something in front of everybody. Twice in one day! It was a really big deal for him. Connor did a dance and some of his gymnastic tricks he's so fond of. We have some great video of it, and I really want to share that with you guys, as soon as my bro-in-law sends it to me.

The talent show is over, and everyone is clapping and laughing. What a great show! Someone puts on a song from Annie, and Jodie's mom and dad start dancing together. The kids are excited and want to join in. My niece, Bella, asks me to dance, and I get up and dance with her. Soon the other kids are joining in. Now someone puts on Journey, and our whole family is dancing. "Dance with me, Mom!," Mason exclaims, and we dance. He spins me around a time or two and moves on. I run over to Jodie and pull him up. We haven't danced for a long time! We're a bit rusty, but it's still really fun to spin around, especially with everyone else around us dancing, too.

All in all, we couldn't ask for a better weekend. The kids got along well, we had fun, and it was truly a complete bummer to go back to reality. Can't wait for the next reunion!

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Teaching Patriotism

2011-09-11T06:00:00.000-07:00

I sat in my apartment, glued to the TV, unable to completely comprehend that the images I was seeing were REAL. It wasn't an action movie or TV show...the images I was seeing really happened...were really happening even as I watched. Again and again they showed the planes crashing...people running...the towers collapsing. So many horrific images. Jodie arrived home and we sat...watching. I was surprised at the strong emotions that hit me...sorrow, anger, disbelief. It still surprises me, 10 years later, how strong a reaction I have to seeing the videos from that day. I remember, as we all do, as we all always will. Not only do I remember the feelings from that day...where I was when I heard...how the nation reacted, but I also remember the very strong sense of patriotism that overwhelmed our country after these events. More flags being flown, healing fields, memorials...a larger sense of pride that this was OUR country. How dare anyone come to OUR country and cause such turmoil? It brought a change to all of us, in so many ways.

10 years. 10 years have gone by. We still remember, but now there is a whole new generation. Our kids, growing up post 9/11. My oldest was still a year away from entering this world when it all happened. For him, there was no before 9/11...in his world, it's all after. So how do I teach him to feel that patriotism? How do I let either of my boys know just how precious this country we live in is? The freedoms we have, the choices we are able to make because of that freedom? To me, patriotism is a very important part of being an American. 9/11 brought that home to me even more, and I know it did the same for many other people. I want my boys to recognize what a great country we live in, despite its many flaws. I want them to feel pride when they see the American flag, and to know how to be respectful during the pledge or the national anthem.

So I teach them. I take them to a healing field, filled with American flag after American flag. I tell them about how each flag represents a person lost on 9/11. How horrible it was for so many people. They are young, and aren't quite ready for all the details, but they are old enough to hear what happened. To realize that, throughout the history of America, people have given their lives for our country. That there are ugly things that happen in this world, but we are stronger than those ugly things. That we, as Americans, picked ourselves up and moved on after a terrible tragedy. I teach them that we can do the same with our own personal tragedies. And I don't stop at the tragedy of 9/11. I tell them about their great grandfathers, who both fought in World War II. I tell them about the sacrifices made during those times. I teach them why it is so important to be grateful for the sacrifices throughout time that have been made for our country.

This is what Patriot Day means to me. Not only a time to remember and honor the victims of 9/11, but to remember that we are a strong nation, and that we should be proud. By teaching my own children about all of this, I feel that I am helping to ensure it will truly never be forgotten.

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Letting Him Be Himself

2011-09-09T06:00:00.000-07:00

"Mom," said Mason, "I decided what I'm going to bring to Cub Scouts for my collection." I glanced up from the computer to see what he had decided on. Mason had his giant stuffed polar bear in his arms. "I'm going to bring Pepsi (the giant stuffed polar bear, not the drink) and 9 of my other animals.," he declared. I couldn't help having a sinking feeling about this. Mason is almost 9, and I was afraid that the other boys would make fun of him if he brought a stuffed animal collection to Cub Scouts. "Mason, do you think you'd like to bring some of your dad's baseball card collection?," I suggested. He shook his head vehemently. "No. I don't collect baseball cards. It says it needs to be something I collect.," he insisted. I bit my lip and debated what to say about this. Finally I shrugged. "OK," I said. "If you're sure that's what you want to bring. I just worry...you know...about the other boys...," I trailed off. Mason nodded. "I am sure, Mom. This is what I want to bring. Besides, they know I have Asperger's. They know sometimes I like other things than they do."

I don't know why I had such a hard time with this. I do want Mason to be himself. I do want him to feel confident in himself. It's just that he often doesn't really get social stuff, and I guess I feel the need to be a little extra protective. Sometimes, though, things are not as big a deal as I make them out to be, and I just have to let it go. This was one such situation. I just had to let Mason do his own thing, and hope that the boys wouldn't make fun of him for being so into stuffed animals. If Mason felt confident that they would understand, then I had to trust his lead. Lately Mason has shown us a huge growth in his confidence levels. He actually allowed me to talk with the other Cub Scouts a couple of weeks ago and explain about Asperger's. At our reunion he actually got up in front of everyone and performed (he had his stuffed dinosaur do some tricks), which is something he never would have done before. And never has he been so confident about anything to do with Cub Scouts. Again, I had to let my own doubts go and follow his lead.

As we entered the Cub Scout meeting the boys actually said how cool the giant stuffed polar bear was. Mason showed them the rest of his stuffed animals when it was his turn, and told everyone about each one of them. One of the boys mentioned that he had a TON stuffed animals on his bed, and they all were very enthusiastic about it. I was relieved and thrilled and glad that I decided to let Mason do what he wanted to. He's right...he DOESN'T collect baseball cards or rocks. It wouldn't be a true reflection of what he likes if he had brought any of those things.

Situations like this will only get harder as he gets older, and they won't all end happily. Kids can be mean and cruel. We all know this. I also know I can't protect my boys from everything. Life isn't always fair, and everyone has situations in their life where they experience someone being mean to them. It just happens, unfortunately. Despite this, I won't be doing Mason or Connor any favors if I don't let them be themselves and express themselves in their own way. Every day I'm learning that we just have to let go sometimes, as hard as it may be. It's way harder for me than it is for the boys!

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Reunion Phun!

2011-09-07T06:00:00.000-07:00

It's Wednesday, and I'm still recovering from Labor Day weekend! We had a completely fabulous family reunion, which I will talk more about later. For now, I'm just happy to join in with iPhone Photo Phun.

During the reunion we kept busy with all kinds of activities, but we also got a lot of down time, too. Unfortunately I forgot my camera! I was so upset with myself, and I'm hoping the rest of the family will come to my rescue and share some of their photos and videos with me. (Hint, hint, family!) I did manage to snag a couple of shots on the first day with my phone, so I'm sharing those with you today. These shots are of the kids in the hot tub at the cabin. Jodie was really excited about the hot tub, so he got in right away. The kids all saw him, and wanted to join him. So he ended up by himself in the hot tub with all the kids...I don't think that's exactly what he had in mind! I went to get the first shot, and Jodie hid behind Connor.

I wanted to get a shot of him with the kids, but he didn't want to cooperate. So I went upstairs to the bedroom we were staying in and secretly took a picture of him in the hot tub that way. Of course, my phone isn't that great at pictures, so it didn't really work.

Ah, well. Can you tell how pretty the scenery is? Maybe not from my phone pictures, but I assure you the cabin was really nice, and we had a great view of the mountains and pines. Plus, the temps were so much cooler than our desert heat. It was a truly spectacular way to spend Labor Day weekend!

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Farm Rich Winners!

2011-09-02T00:26:00.001-07:00

Not too many entrants in this giveaway, but that just meant that the people who entered had a pretty dang good chance of winning, with there being two coupons! Thanks to those of you who did enter, and, without further ado, I would like to announce the winners:

The first winner, picked by random.org, is:

#6 - Jackie!

And the second winner is:

#4 - JAM!

Congrats to the winners! I've sent an e-mail your way, so just answer that and I'll get your coupon right to you!

On another note, have a fabulous Labor Day weekend! I'm going up north to escape the heat and have fun with the fam at our annual Johnson reunion. Yay!

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A Little Spot Of Hilarity

2011-09-01T06:00:00.000-07:00

Things around here lately have not been easy. I'm not quite ready to blog about it all yet, but I'll just say it has to do with homeschooling being intense, my doctors messing with my anxiety meds, and feeling like the whole world is on my shoulders. The bright light of my day usually comes from the boys and their antics, and I appreciate their quirkiness all the more. When I'm ready I'll blog about the hard spots, but for now I'd like to focus on the funny.

Mason and Connor LOVE infomercials. I may have mentioned this before, and it still stands. Naturally they love infomercials about toys (It's a pillow...it's a pet...), but they also love all those cooking gadgets that pop up on Saturday mornings. They watch them avidly, and, with their wonderful photographic memories, immediately have the entire infomercial memorized and ready for quoting randomly throughout the day. Oh, and the "As Seen On TV" section at Target? Heaven, as far as they're concerned. I can't tell you how many funny looks I've gotten as they excitedly shout out, "Mom! Look! It's the AquaGlobe!", and then quote the infomercial. Priceless.

Lately they've taken to making their own infomercials. Jodie and I gave them our old phones when we switched last year, and they love use the recording device on the phones to record...well...whatever they want to. The past couple of weeks they've been walking around the house intensely recording infomercials, and then will run to me to play them for me. I have to say, they're pretty clever. I wish, wish, wish the recordings could be put on the computer, but they can't, so I'll just type out my favorite two for your entertainment.

Mason
"Are you tired of all the appliances around your kitchen? Are they cluttering up your counter space? Well, we have a great solution for you! It's the Magic Fridge! Yes, the Magic Fridge. It's a fridge, but it's so much more! On the front it looks like a regular fridge, but on one side there is a blender...on the other side it is a microwave AND a toaster! It's the Magic Fridge! Call 1-8420 and get it for only $19.99 plus shipping and handling. Call right away!"

Connor
"Are you tired of your old house, but you can't move? Well, now you don't have to! Introducing 3D paint! With 3D paint you can paint your walls and make your house look like a rich person's house! You'll be amazed! Call 1303 and get it for only $3.99...call 4507 now and get another one for only $3.99. You've got to have 3D paint so your house can look rich! Call now!"

I crack up every time I listen to it. Every time.

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Phun When Mom's Not Looking

2011-08-31T06:00:00.000-07:00

It's always fun to discover pictures on your phone that you did not take. Apparently the boys had a little photo session recently, and I found them on my phone today. There are always the obligatory butt and underwear shots that they seem to think are so hilarious, and immediately get the delete button. Though you won't be treated to those wonderful shots, I did find three I could share, in honor of iPhone Photo Phun.

I don't remember this being taken AT ALL, but I don't look too thrilled, do I? Looks like I was coming home from something.

Connor in my bed...that's either his Decepticon face or shark face.

Mason is ready for his closeup!

Wanna see some more fun shots? Head on over to either Liz or Kristin's blog to see the linkups, or join in with one of your own!

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Shark Week 24/7

2011-08-29T06:00:00.000-07:00

Obviously I love my kids and will support their interests. However, like most children with Asperger's, they get really really really focused on one interest. Hearing about one subject day in and day out can be brutal sometimes. You try to change the subject, but they don't understand that and miss what you're trying to do. You can imagine that we get pretty delighted when a new interest pops up and we can hear about something new.

Connor has been obsessed with Transformers for a very long time. It's way beyond the typical way that boys love Transformers, and I can honestly say he knows so much about Transformers it's ridiculous. Every fact is memorized, and he loves to discuss them in endless detail. Imagine our delight when he suddenly became enamoured with a new subject. He still does, and probably always will, love Transformers. This new subject, however, is very refreshing to us. At least at the moment!

It all started when he suddenly rediscovered some National Geographic book my mom had given them. Each book focuses on a different animal. He seemed to enjoy all of them, but then I picked up one about sharks. I have never seen him sit so still or get so interested in something other than Transformers, or ceiling fans (which was his love before Transformers). His eyes grew wide, he wanted me to go over every detail, and he was really excited. After the first reading? He had all the details memorized and then began poring over the book on his own. Mason happened to have a science lesson the next week that included sharks, and Connor voluntarily sat in on that lesson. Yeah, you heard right. He VOLUNTARILY sat in on an extra lesson. So I knew sharks had captured his attention.

Jodie also started to notice how much he was liking sharks, and was with Connor when he saw a commercial for Shark Week. We found some of the episodes online and on Netflix, so we watched them together with Connor. Again, he was in awe. He soaked up shark facts like crazy. I knew it was true love when Connor, who isn't much of a phone talker, kept my parents on the line for at least 20 minutes straight while he told them all about sharks. They were pretty impressed, and I was pretty happy with the change in subject! So now we have Shark Week 24/7 in our house.

Plus, I'm starting to hear about sharks battling Transformers. Bet you can't see that on Discovery! Sharks, roll out!

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Snacktastic

2011-08-26T06:00:00.000-07:00

Giveaway Now Closed. Check out our winners here.

In our family we are really big on snacking. Sometimes our eating habits are not so much having complete meals, but more of a grazing on food as the day goes on. We've had dinners where we have cheese sticks or jalapeno poppers with a veggie on the side. And we all completely dig it. Recently I was contacted by the people at Farm Rich about reviewing their snack products. I was really on board with this because we actually buy and ~~inhale~~ eat Farm Rich products all the time. Read more...

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Why Technology Is Especially Awesome

2011-08-25T06:00:00.000-07:00

Of course we all love technology. Computers and cell phones and all the other good stuff have become a way of life for all of us, and I think most people would agree it's pretty cool. The thing that has really surprised me, however, is how much technology has helped with my boys and their Asperger's. Lately we've discovered some really great ways to use technology for our boys, and I'm in awe of the stuff people come up with.

First of all, there is the entertainment factor. I've talked about this before. My boys, like other Aspies, have their interests and ~~obsessions~~ focuses. With the computer we've been able to look up things in an instant. They can learn more about their favorite topic and it's a great way to keep them calm, though I do try to limit the computer time. (I admit, it's a pretty pathetic attempt to limit the time, but I do try. It just keeps them so calm!) Then my dad got the new iPad 2. Talk about cool. Though we don't have one ourselves, they just came out with this new Skype app for it. We were able to Skype with my parents, and my mom walked around their entire house to show the boys changes they've made. The boys both LOVE house stuff and wanted to see every detail, and they could with the iPad! My dad was even able to demonstrate his special new ceiling lift for the boys. They both found that unbelievably cool and couldn't stop talking about it for days.

Besides entertainment, I have been learning so much about using technology in educational ways. With my boys both doing online schooling this year I was worried about them getting the services they need. I shouldn't have. First, Connor has OT online using a webcam. It really is cool. The therapist sees him and he can look at her and she can see exactly what he's doing and guides him through his exercises and fine motor drills. We can scan copies of his drills back and forth, and she can share things with me right onscreen with her classroom share apps. These same classroom share apps help Mason and Connor's classroom teachers hold sessions with them one on one so they can work on their IEP goals. We use microphones and webcams as well as classroom share apps to work on everything. I even had their IEP meetings online. I'm able to use my mouse to sign all the paperwork, and I can hear everyone and everything that is going on. I'm pretty impressed.

I know we all love our desktops and laptops and iPads and smart phones because they are so convenient and fun. I love those things for all those reasons, too. I've just gained a new found appreciation for what all that technology has done for the boys, both therapeutically and in allowing them to enjoy themselves. I feel that I'm able to make the choice to homeschool them, but also ensure they're getting services from the state that they are entitled to. So awesome.

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Memories Of Summer Phun

2011-08-24T06:00:00.000-07:00

This week I'm linking up with Liz and Kristin for iPhone Photo Phun! Mostly because I, for once, had a great picture on my phone. It wasn't even taken by me...my sister in law took it on her phone when I was on my trip to Texas, and sent it to me. She actually has the exact same phone that I do! No, I don't have any iPhone (gasp!) or even a smart phone of any kind (oh, the horror!), but for this meme it's OK! Which gets me to the photo:

How I long for summer again! School has been harder this year so far, and summer days that were once getting on my nerves now seem so carefree and delightful. The grass is always greener, isn't it?

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What Sticks In Their Minds

2011-08-23T06:00:00.000-07:00

One thing I find really interesting when teaching my boys is what sticks in their mind about each lesson. For some reason they always seem to pick up on obscure little facts and focus on those rather than focusing on the whole big picture. Or they just run with their own thoughts. I thought I'd share a couple of examples of this with you today.

Mason is studying the Middle Ages right now in history. At the end of each lesson he is given the choice to do a written narration or a picture narration of the part of the lesson which interested him most. Mason does anything he can to avoid writing, so he always chooses to draw. Today we learned about Dante. We talked about his beliefs, how he wandered from place to place, his favorite poet, and his most famous work. There were interesting stories about him, and Mason truly seemed to enjoy the lesson. The part he chose to draw, however, cracked me up. After all we discussed he declared that the part that interested him most was Dante being kicked out of Florence, which was barely mentioned at the very beginning. I'd even forgotten about it.

Connor definitely grasps the concept of the lessons, but he loves to add his own twist to each one. He was recently studying geography, and we were focusing on oceans. He had to work on a map, and did a pretty good job. As I was going over his work I noticed a little something extra on it:

When I asked him about it, he said, "Oh, well, I just decided that my ocean needed a surfer. And that's me surfing on my ocean. You said people surf on oceans." I don't really remember that, but I'm sure I did say that in passing. And it stuck.

Hey, as long as they're grasping the concepts over all, I certainly don't mind them choosing obscure details and adding a little creativity to their projects. In fact, I rather enjoy it.

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Taking Time For Our Talents

2011-08-22T06:00:00.000-07:00

Saturday night I was able to accompany my sister in law to a talent show put on by some of the women at our church. I found myself amazed by the variety of talents we saw. There were painters and poets and singers and women who played instruments. There were photographers and graphic artists and storytellers. Here were a group of women who go about their days being mothers and wives and employees. Ordinary women, just like me. Yet each of them had something extraordinary to share with us, and it was pure joy to watch.

We all have things that we do and enjoy and are good at. Sometimes I think that gets forgotten in the shuffle of life. Watching this talent show made me really think about things that I enjoy doing, but maybe don't spend much time on. I'm homeschooling, I'm dealing with my boys, I'm keeping the house clean and taking care of daily things. I often feel that, as much as I love being a mother and wife, I tend to focus so much on those daily tasks and kind of forget about myself and my individual identity. I'm certainly not the only mom guilty of doing this, either.

I tend to get wrapped up in "mom guilt" and feel that I need to completely focus on my family 100 % of the time to be the best mom. However, if someone asked me "How's that working for you?," I'd have to be honest and say, "Ummm...not so well." When I take zero time for myself, I tend to feel a little of that resentment bubbling up, which just adds to the stress of the daily grind and makes for a very cranky mom. You know how the old saying goes, "If Mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy!" I think sometimes, as moms, we feel guilty even admitting that we have our own needs, and that we may feel slightly resentful that we are always giving, giving, giving! I've had to work on dropping that guilt. I'm learning more and more that it's so important, for my own sanity, to remember that I like to do things, too. I play the flute, I enjoy putting together things for my home, and I love to write. I'm sure that's why my blog is so important to me...it's an outlet for me, and it's me getting to do something I enjoy.

Though I didn't participate in this talent show, I appreciated the reminder it gave me to not forget about myself, and that it's OK to want "me" time. As I read the blogs of so many other talented women, I've learned that many other women are realizing this, too. It only makes us better, more well-rounded people when we pursue some of our own interests, and I've noticed that I'm a better mom for it. Not only are we taking those moments for ourselves that we truly deserve, we are also letting our kids see another side of us. We're letting them see that there are many things you can do and enjoy in life, and we're helping to lead the way for them to develop THEIR own interests and talents. There is certainly no shame in that.

Do you have a hard time giving yourself that "me" time? What things do you enjoy doing when you get a chance to?

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Over At SPD Blogger Network...

2011-08-19T06:00:00.000-07:00

Today my post is up at SPD Blogger Network! I have loved this community where I find parents who know exactly what I'm going through when it comes to my boys' many sensory issues. The post is Incident At The Water Slide, which I actually posted not that long ago here. If you missed it the first time, want to read it again and send me some comment love, or want to check out SPD Blogger Network, head on over there. There are some tremendous and heartfelt posts I think you will love!

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School Daze

2011-08-18T06:00:00.000-07:00

Our little school has officially been in session for two weeks now, and I think we're sort of getting the hang of it all. That said, teaching both my boys, at the same time, with all their needs and modifications, has been one of the toughest things I've ever done. I question my own teaching skills every day, and have a million highs and lows as the week goes on. There are tantrums and tears...and the boys have a meltdown once in awhile, too. Whew!

I've learned that the best thing I can do is relax. Things obviously don't happen overnight, and if we're having a tough day I don't have to keep forcing them through. I have to keep reminding myself that this flexibility is why we ultimately chose to try out online schooling. Still, there are many, many, many moments of discouragement, followed by some wonderful bright spots. I think to myself that I'm obviously a horrible teacher because the boys aren't learning anything...and then Connor reads a sentence all by himself for the first time. I worry because reading and writing are so hard for them, and am told in a teacher conference that the modifications I've devised are exactly what I should be doing. I nearly have a panic attack over spelling tests, and then hear both my boys talking to our landlord about how they have the greatest school. The emotional roller coaster is something else, let me tell you.

Each day we get a little more into our routine, and each day I get a little better at telling myself to breathe. And then breathing. What I would say to any parent contemplating online or homeschooling would be to know it's going to be tough...it's going to be a lot of work and effort...and it's also going to be rewarding in many ways. Seeing my boys so happy and much more relaxed helps me push through on the days when I want to throw every book out the window. In truth, I may get frustrated a lot of the time, but I actually feel happy much more of the time. I'm with my boys, I know exactly what they're learning, I have the ability to change it up if something is not working, and they express happiness with "their school" every day. That makes it all worth it for me.

I don't know if we'll always do online schooling, and I don't know what options the future will hold for my boys. I'm just grateful that parents are able to make choices about their children's education, and where to send them to school. It means a lot to me that Mason has relaxed so much since we started doing online schooling with him, and Connor is able to get one on one attention that he needs right now.

PS Happy Birthday, Mom! Thinking of you as we slave away at school. We love you!

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A Fun Marriage From The Start

2011-08-17T00:00:00.000-07:00

This week Natalie, from Mommy Of A Monster & Twins, is hosting "Down The Aisle." I'm linking in with not just one of my favorite wedding photos, but a series. Our actual wedding photographer sucked, and, while I'm glad to have photos of our wedding day, none of them really showcase our personalities. We like to have fun and have a story to tell. So I've always loved the following pictures, and the story they tell. This is actually edited from a previous post...enjoy!

Today I'm flashing back to Jodie and I's wedding day and an unusual request that someone had for us. As we were in front of the temple, ready to take wedding pictures, a man and a woman walked up to us, holding a giant trophy. Apparently they were brother and sister, and their family had some kind of yearly games where the winning person got to keep the trophy for a year. It was a running joke in the family that the winner of the trophy was completely awesome and irresistible to everyone. Something like that. They asked if Jodie and I would mind posing for a few pictures for a storyline they had where a bride was so overcome by the awesomeness of the trophy that she was willing to leave her groom for the person with the trophy. Jodie and I agreed. Why not? And here is the story as it unfolds...

A bride and groom, just married, gaze lovingly at each other...

Suddenly the bride is distracted because she senses an awesome presence...

In her haste to find the awesomeness she shoves aside her groom...

She is immediately attracted to the wonderful holder of the trophy...

And the poor groom is powerless as she cannot resist the trophy holder...

Of course we all know Jodie really won in the end. : )

Later the family sent us copies of the photos and thanked us for being such great sports. Apparently the story was a big hit with the family.

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Skyping...With Children

2011-08-16T06:00:00.000-07:00

Recently we acquired a new web cam so that I could Skype with my family in Texas. I imagined all the great conversations we could have...my boys telling their grandparents and aunts and uncles what they'd been up to...maybe showing them some things they'd been working on. I would truly get to communicate with my little nephews and nieces, who I rarely see. It would be wonderful and heartwarming.

Whose family was I thinking of again?

Our Skyping experiences have been mostly all the kids (mine and my sister's, for example) screaming at each other, sticking their noses and mouths and bottoms into the camera. My boys usually nearly kill me at some point by jumping on my lap, and today managed to spin me wildly around in my desk chair. There is wild laughing and yelling of random words and just an incredible amount of chaos. Nobody can get a word in edgewise, and we just sort of sit and try to make our way through the wildness. Eventually one of us will mention that we have to go and just hope everyone heard us. It has not been the experience I think we all imagined.

And yet...we keep Skyping. Why? Why do we continue to subject ourselves to the wildness Skyping becomes when we add our kids? I think mostly because we really do love just seeing the kids' faces...seeing each others' faces. And maybe, just maybe, we hold hope that we might someday graduate to real conversations. (Excuse me...bwahahahahahahahahaha...OK, sorry about that) Either way, we just keep at it. I know my family wants to see my boys no matter how they're acting or how crazy they get, and, that, to me, is what enables it to still be heartwarming and wonderful. Even if we are buying out the entire stock of Aleeve at Walmart.

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Selective Hearing

2011-08-15T06:00:00.000-07:00

Recently in the Johnson household some concerns have been raised about the children of the household's hearing. There are several times, throughout every day, that the children don't seem to be able to hear anything being said to them. In order to discover what type of hearing issues the children may have, several experiments were conducted.

Experiment #1: Using a loud tone of voice, ask the children to clean up their room.
Results: Upon being asked to clean their room the children did...nothing. They continued to play with their toys and did not even react to the request, even when mom raised her voice to some extraordinary decibels. After this experiment there was some concern about the children's hearing, so it was determined that further experiments needed to be conducted.

Experiment #2: Using a normal tone of voice, first ask the children to help take out the garbage...or some other household chore. Wait to record reaction. Then, being sure to use the exact same tone of voice, ask the children to come help you eat a bowl of ice cream. Record reaction to this request.
Results: As the children were asked to do a household chore, there was again no reaction. The request was repeated several times, to no avail. This seemed consistent with the results of the first experiment, so we moved on to the second request. As the children were asked to eat a bowl of ice cream, their reaction was immediate. Before the request had even been completed they were in the kitchen, spoons in hand. When asked why they hadn't come the first time they were called, they replied, "We didn't hear you."

Experiment #3: Obviously the children do have some ability to hear...or was it a fluke? To find out, try to open a candy bar, making as little noise as possible, while in a closet on the opposite side of the house from the children.
Results: At the first tiny ripping sound of the candy bar the closet door flew open, and both children ran into the closet, eager for a candy bar.

Conclusion: Upon calculating the results and speaking with other households who have conducted similar experiments, it seems that there is no need to worry about the children of the household's hearing. Rather, their ears seemed to have some magical programming device which enables them to hear sounds and words which mean fun and treats. This device also manages to filter out sounds which mean boring activities, such as chores or doing schoolwork. It seems that threatening them with the loss of privileges does temporarily turn off this filter, as well as using the words "Just wait until I tell your dad." At this time the children of the Johnson household have joined the millions of children around the world who have been diagnosed with "selective hearing." Unfortunately there is no cure for selective hearing, which is disheartening news for mothers everywhere.

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Awkward

2011-08-12T00:08:00.000-07:00

While on my recent trip to Dallas, I headed out to the local electronics store with my dad. As we viewed their overwhelmingly large web cam selection and debated which ones would be cheap and still OK for Skyping, I felt someone behind me. I kind of glanced over my shoulder, and there was a woman who was looking at the web cam I was holding. Whatever web cam I looked at, she was right there. I'm not really a "close contact" type of person, especially if I don't know you, but I did my best to ignore her politely. About then I turned to my dad to ask him something about the web cam I was holding, and the woman kind of inched over behind him. My dad is just like me, so I could tell he wasn't really enjoying the close contact, either, but what do you do?

Just so this story makes more sense, I should probably tell you that my dad has Becker Muscular Dystrophy and is in a wheelchair. You may wonder what that has to do with this story, but, just wait.

So, here we are, talking. With this unknown woman pretty much breathing down our necks. I'm kneeling on the floor, and this lady suddenly leans down towards me. "He reminds me of my dad.," she begins. I kind of look up at her, not really sure where she's going with this. "My dad is 80 now," she continued, "and I just expect him to be in a wheelchair any day now." She's using the tone of voice you use when you're talking to a mom about how cute her toddler is. She kind of nodded her head towards my dad and added, "He's just so independent!" My dad cuts in to say, "Well, he may not need a wheelchair. You never know." But the woman just ignores him and smiles. I'm still just not sure what to say. As she left my dad said, "You know, it took me a minute to realize what she was doing. Do I LOOK like I'm 80?!" I had to laugh and reassure him that he most certainly does not look 80. He doesn't. He DOES have a ton of stories about people treating him like a child...whether he's shopping or at church or whatever. You can imagine how annoying that can get, especially because my dad happens to be a really smart guy.

Here's the thing. I know not everyone is used to someone in a wheelchair. Maybe they feel awkward around someone in a wheelchair. And that's OK. It's just that you'd be surprised how often people seem to think being in a wheelchair equals a person not being able to speak or think on their own. Which really bugs me. I almost wanted to say, "You know...my dad can hear you. You can talk to him, too." Instead I just sort of sat there because I just...really...didn't know what to say. I can be sort of socially awkward that way.

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If Life Was Run By Google Reader...

2011-08-11T06:00:00.000-07:00

My Google Reader pops up and I groan. It seems everyone and their mother and dog and brother has posted today...sometimes more than once. I love reading blogs, but there are some days I just don't have the time to get to them all. I read as many as I can, then look at the time and realize I need to get to bed. I really hate to think of all those posts greeting me in the morning, so I click "Mark all as read." I'll read the blogs I missed tomorrow.

My alarm goes off and I roll over and groan. Summer has passed us by and I am now firmly in the middle of online schooling. I love teaching my boys, despite the time and stress it entails, but it means that some days I just don't have the time to get to everything else. After our eight hours of school are done for the day I get as much cleaning and laundry and family time done as I can, then look at the time and realize I have to sleep sometime. I really hate to think of the rest of the cleaning and laundry greeting me in the morning, so I click "Mark all as done." Oh...wait. Housework doesn't work that way. Huh. Someone should look into that.

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A Letter To My Neighbors

2011-08-10T06:00:00.000-07:00

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He Who Must Not Be Named

2011-08-09T06:00:00.000-07:00

My husband? Is a blog recluse. It is his wish that I mention him as little as possible on here, and don't show pictures of him (yeah, I've broken that rule a few times), and, above all, do NOT have him included in our little cartoon header. He had an extreme aversion to being made into a cartoon, actually. Extreme. Obviously I respected his wish on that one, but it was fun to threaten him with it for awhile. In this post, however, I have to break the rules and talk a little bit about him. Most likely, he will hate it. He gets pretty annoyed with those "husband brag" posts you see sometimes. At this point, however, I have to dedicate a little post just to him. In fact, if you get annoyed with "husband brag" posts, you might want to stop reading right now.

OK, you're still reading. I was serious...so here's your last chance to stop reading. (That includes you, Jodie.)

The reason I'm going against Jodie's wishes today is to talk about how important support systems are when dealing with depression, special needs, and all that good stuff. A couple of posts ago I talked all about my fun medication changes and feeling like every day was under a huge, black cloud. As I've adjusted to being off of medication, I continue to feel better and better. And I've realized one thing: I could NOT have started feeling better so quickly without support. Both sides of our family have been wonderfully supportive as we go through this journey. Whether it was being able to vent about school systems, or watching the boys so we could go on a date, we've had a lot of support. And I've had a lot of support in dealing with my depression. It's meant a great deal to me. With that said, nobody knows better than a spouse how it really is at home. For that, Jodie has been my rock and has taken the brunt of anxiety and mood swings.

Most days, I like to take charge of the house and clean and organize. On days when my depression is particularly overwhelming, I can barely focus on the boys. Since they are our number one priority, all my energy has to go to them. I know how important it is for me to keep their routines and school going. At the same time, I start to feel like I can't quite function with the house being out of order, and I feel pretty anxious about it...yet at the same time I physically can't get up and do anything about it. Last week was a lot like that, as we restarted school. Finally, when Jodie arrived home, I locked myself in our bedroom so I could just get a grip. I wasn't gracious about it, either. I believe I snapped something at Jodie and threw myself on the bed. Did he get pissed? Nope. I came out an hour later, feeling repentant. He simply asked if I was OK. About then I noticed that the house was picked up, the bathrooms were scrubbed, dinner was ready, the dishes were done, and the boys were calmly watching a movie. I managed to pull myself together and sputter out a thank you. In typical Jodie fashion he shrugged it off. Yet this is something he does all. the. time. It amazes me that he deals with me as well as he does.

I know I work hard most of the time, and I'm not moody and anxious on a daily basis. It's just nice to know that Jodie loves me enough to put up with it when I am...because not everybody has that. And I know it. Is life a perfect fairytale between us? Pffttt...yeah, right. We have some pretty great fights on a regular basis, and we can make each other madder than anything. Plus, Jodie has his breaking points, as we all do. It's just that the support we do give other, in the end, really keeps us sane (well, mostly) and together. And that's why I have to brag a little about my husband. Because I'm feeling a lot better, and I've cleared my head enough to know that, whether he likes to be "he who must not be named" on this blog or not, we all like to hear some nice things about ourselves. So, thanks, Jodes, for not getting off of the roller coaster. I honestly couldn't keep going without you.

And, please, if you know someone who suffers from depression? Just give them a little support. Sometimes that makes all the difference, even if they don't necessarily act like it matters. It does.

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The Sayings Of MC

2011-08-08T18:57:00.000-07:00

We had gone shopping for new school shirts for the boys, and it took us awhile to find the right sizes since they've both grown this summer. That night Connor asked me if his new Transformer shirt was a swimming shirt. I was puzzled and said, "No...it's just a t-shirt." He said, "Well, why did you tell Daddy I would be swimming in it?" I had to think for a minute and then started laughing. At the store, Jodie had first held up the shirt in a size that was about 2 sizes too big for Connor, and asked if that was the right size. I told Jodie, "No, it's too big...he'll be swimming in it!" Connor had taken that literally. I had an interesting time trying to explain why "he'll be swimming in it" was just an expression!

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Coming Out From Behind A Cloud

2011-08-07T15:45:00.000-07:00

Recently my doctor decided it was time for me to try going off of my antidepressant. I've been on it for five years, and I guess you're really supposed to just be on it for a year or so. He wants to see how I do without it, and then maybe get me on a more long term one if I feel I need it. He assured me it would take some adjusting, but I should be OK, though I might feel an upsurge of emotions while adjusting.

Hmmm...did he mean I would start to hate him? Because I kind of do.

The past few weeks have been pretty difficult for me. I'm a naturally optimistic person, and was before I took the meds, but having the full range of my emotions come back at me has been overwhelming, even for an optimist. I hate feeling so emotional all the time, and I hate being snappy and irritable. This adjustment period has sucked. I also hate to clue anyone in on how I'm feeling (besides my poor husband), so I tend to go on with life and avoid bringing the subject up. I'd become so used to handling things with the help of my meds, that I don't even really know how to explain what I'm feeling at the moment.

I'm not against meds, by the way. I think if you need them, you should use them. I think getting help is essential. There is nothing wrong with having depression, trust me. I just hate the feeling that I can't do it without the meds. Probably the hardest thing I've ever had to deal with, and that's coming from someone who has two children on the spectrum and one who also has Becker MD. Those things are hard, but depression makes my whole body AND mind hurt. Blech.

Yet, I am starting to feel a little better. I'm beginning to consider that maybe my doctor isn't a total jerk, but someone who is trying to help me and really seek the best options for me. In some ways I've been behind a huge, black rain cloud lately, where everything feels horrible and I lack complete confidence in myself in handling anything. This past week with starting school, for example, made me question what I was doing, even as I was thinking about how much better online schooling has been for both of them. I would start an organizing project, something I normally love to do, only to find myself wanting to chuck everything out the window minutes later. This weekend, however, I've been feeling much more refreshed. I feel that I'm coming out behind that cloud and it's really going to be OK. Whether I have to go back on some type of meds or not, I actually can handle this. So pardon me if my thoughts or posts seem disjointed at times. As we all do throughout life, I've been going through a rough patch. I'm still just climbing my way out of it, but I'm feeling much, much better. Well enough to come on here and be honest about how I've been feeling. It always makes me feel good to write about things. Finally, I am so glad I have the family I do. My boys and Jodie always make me laugh and enjoy life. Which is the best thing of all, especially during a storm.

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Like Groundhog Day - But On Purpose!

2011-08-04T17:24:00.000-07:00

Ah, Groundhog Day. Poor Bill Murray waking up to the same day again and again. In the end he finally managed to escape that day, but he really had it rough for awhile, didn't he? Hopefully you know what movie I'm talking about, because then you will understand how I kind of feel every day. I must put a disclaimer and say that I'm not here to whine about it. I'm merely making an observation at what life can be like during the school year. My boys? NEED things to be familiar and similar, or they tend to get a little crazy. Or a lot crazy. I try to put a little spontaneity in our lives here and there, but I really have to pick and choose what we can be spontaneous about. Even a fun spontaneous activity can cause meltdowns and mayhem. For the most part, having our days go on being pretty much the same is fine. I respect that Mason and Connor need a strict schedule. In fact, I tend to need a strict schedule to feel that I can balance it all. It's just that some days feel so exactly the same as the previous days that I really begin to wonder what day it is. Plus, it's one thing to, say, have the same school schedule every day, but totally another to eat the same foods and watch the same shows all the time. Mason and Connor like to eat the same foods every day. For breakfast and lunch. They would try to eat the same stuff for dinner, too, but I have to insist on a little variety when it comes to dinner. I know that every. single. day Mason will have cereal for breakfast (most often the exact same cereal) and ramen noodles and a plum for lunch. Connor? Wants toast and grapes for breakfast, and a Lunchable for lunch. We may get crazy once in awhile and throw in an apple instead of a plum, or a peanut butter and jelly sandwich instead of a Lunchable, but they truly prefer to keep it all the same. Then, when it comes to their free time, Mason will play Wii and then talk to his stuffed animals, and Connor will play Transformers. For movies? They watch the same movie for days in a row. Days and days. Most recently it's been Home Alone. Others might be Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, or Transformers Cybertron. Whatever it is, they watch it for days until we can all quote the movies front and backwards. So you can see why I feel I'm stuck in the same day all the time. This leads to me creating my own random moments of spontaneity. Perhaps when I get up to pour a drink at dinner I might suddenly bust into the running man or do the Roger Rabbit as I make my way across the kitchen floor. Or I'll make up a rap song and leave my sister a message with the rap song. I know she loves that. Just my own way to break it up a little. Of course my boys always ask me to please stop. Apparently I'm disrupting their day or something.

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This Year...

2011-08-03T18:18:00.000-07:00

Mason and Connor,
As you start school today I just wanted you to know that this year will be a great year.

Mason, as you start 3rd grade (eek! How did that happen?!) I want you to know that this year, you will never be left for hours in a "time out" room, learning nothing. This year, you will not be told you can't have any help because you should be smart enough to not need any. This year, I will never pick you up crying because I felt bullied by your school staff. This year, you will be taught by someone who loves you unconditionally. I may get frustrated and we may butt heads, but I will NEVER give up on you. I will give you the one on one attention you need. This year, you will learn that school isn't always so hard. If you need a break, you can have a break. This year, it's OK.

Connor, as you start first grade (sob!) just know that this year, you will be able to have someone who is able to focus on you as much as you need. You were fortunate to have a teacher who cared about you last year, and I promise that will not change. This year, you will get even more focus to help you. This year, you can take a break when it all gets so overwhelming. This year you will not have to feel sad that your brother is at home and you're not. You started school with a positive year, and this year will help to continue that positive experience. We're excited to have you on board in our little online school.

Love, Your Teacher (aka Mom)

*Today was a doozy! It's always a big adjustment to go from summer to school, isn't it? I felt a little stressed and frustrated, but, in the end, I think we'll be great. Connor even said, "Mom, I LOVE homeschooling. You're my teacher and I get to learn fun stuff and I get to have my toys near me." Mason even said, "Connor, isn't this fun to be at school at home?" Made the long day worth it. Oh, and Mason insisted we pick a school mascot:

Wish us luck!

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Incident At The Water Slide

2011-08-01T09:43:00.000-07:00

We sat at the top of the water slide, Mason on my lap, ready to go. I wondered if the water rushing around us would be too much for him, but he seemed just fine with it. Over the rush of water I heard the lifeguard yell, "Go!" and I pushed off. As we started to enter the slide Mason suddenly leaped from my arms, yelling, "I don't want to go, I don't want to go!" Somehow he managed to use me to climb back up to the top, but I was left laying on the slide, water pummeling my face. I couldn't catch a breath, and my arm was pinned under me in an unusual position, my sunglasses bending almost to the point of breaking. I had time to think, "Well, this is it. I'm going to drown at the top of water slide. I'll bet the news report makes me look really dumb..." when Mason suddenly was off of me, and I was forced to go down the slide. The last glimpse I got was of Mason standing at the top of the slide, with the saddest look on his face you've ever seen. I couldn't stop myself, so I just had to go. As I was deposited into the pool, awkwardly, my only thought was to get back up there and let him know it was OK. Instead, he had made his way down to me, and threw himself at me, crying and saying how the water hurt his ears. With this incident, Mason was fine with the sound of the rushing water. When we started to go, and got into the tunnel, he was greeted with the sound of the water hitting the sides of the tunnel. It was THAT he couldn't stand. In fact, every night, before he showers, we make sure the shower nozzle is turned so that it doesn't hit the shower curtain, because that is a sound that bothers him.

Mason calmed down and was fine, but this incident just showed me, once again, that, just when we think we have it all figured out, something pops up and catches us off guard. I think I've got all my boys' sensory issues in the bag, and something I'd never thought of pops up. We're constantly adjusting, learning, and just going with it. For me, the unpredictability is one of the hardest things when dealing with sensory issues. I like to have a plan set in place for everything. In dealing with Aspergers and the sensory issues, I've had to adjust my own way of think and I've learned to be a little more flexible. I refuse to shelter my boys constantly and keep at home at all times, because that's just not good for them. So, though I would NEVER force them to do anything uncomfortable or that really scares them, we keep going out, doing things. Baby steps. I've seen them grow and become OK with sounds and feelings that once bothered them, and we've learned what things will probably always bother them. On that note, I will say that tagless shirts and seamless socks are the best inventions since sliced bread. At least in our world.

As we've learned and gone out and faced the world, we've even had fun. Our day at the pool, with the exception of that small, small incident, was really great. We spent time with cousins and family, and I even watched Mason and Connor handle other kids trying to grab their pool toys without violence or yelling. So we go out and learn and adjust...one day at a time. Just don't ask Mason to go near that slide again.

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Summer Blog Social: Advice For Me

2011-07-31T17:47:00.000-07:00

This week Liz at A Belle, A Bean, And A Chicago Dog and Jessica at Four Plus An Angel are hosting a Summer Blog Social, complete with a series of prompts. I'm always looking for advice on how to improve my whole blogging experience, so I immediately went for this prompt:

■Tell us about an element or two of your blog or social media presence that you are unsure of and would like opinions on.

I truly love my blog and enjoy writing for it, but I also love the wonderful finds I've made in this blogging world. It amazes me every day that there are so many great blogs out there to choose from! I've learned that to get the followers and notice you have to put yourself out there, and develop a bit of a thick skin at times. Previously I was afraid to tweet or be more aggressive in putting my blog out there because I tend to be a little shy in social situations...even virtual ones! Putting myself out there can be very scary! Recently I've been trying to use my Twitter account not only to put my post links up, but to be more social. Slowly, but surely, I've worked on making more comments on other blogs. And you know what? It's turning out to be fun! I've learned to use social media tools a bit more, and am surprised to find that I'm enjoying myself. Plus, I'm learning a lot! So I'm working on it, and I'm trying to take the time to comment on other blogs, as well. My issue is time! I don't have tons of time during the day, and I need to sleep. ; ) So I always wonder: How do other bloggers do it? I see bloggers who are all over the place, commenting, tweeting...and I wonder: where does the time come from? How do they manage it all? I guess that would be my first question.

I also seem to be at a standstill when it comes to followers and comments. Lately I don't seem to be inspiring comments at all. I'm lucky to get one or two. While I truly do know that there is so much more to blogging than "the numbers," I wonder what it is my blog is missing that inspires comments? Too flashy? Weird to maneuver? Posts not speaking enough to people? Don't be afraid to state your opinion...I'm all for the advice. : ) Especially from others who are doing what I'm doing...putting themselves out there. Happy blogging!

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Pushing Through, Together

2011-07-30T09:09:00.000-07:00

As a parent of two boys on the autism spectrum, one of my biggest jobs is to be their cheerleader and coach. They need to know that they are supported and that they have someone on their side, who is safe and loves them. Jodie and I work our hardest to play those roles because, even in this day and age of "awareness" and "understanding" there are some pretty mean people out there. Those people? Make our job that much harder. As I watch my boys grow and learn and struggle and triumph, I think on what it means to have empathy for them. To understand why the world is so overwhelming for them. While I would NEVER claim to know what it feels like to have autism, I do have moments where I can really feel their pain.

I've never made it a secret that I have dealt with depression and anxiety since I've had my boys. With medication and a lot of pushing through I've done pretty well. It's just that there are many times that I have moments of my own...moments where I feel like screaming if I have to deal with one more person. Moments where I just want to curl up under a lot of blankets and hide in a dark, safe place. While those moments are horrible and not at all pleasant to deal with, those are the moments I learn the most about empathy for my boys. Again, I would NEVER claim that I know what it's like to have autism or sensory issues, and I wouldn't say depression is exactly like those things. It's not. Yet sometimes dealing with depression can make the whole world seem overwhelming, and I think to myself, "This is how my boys feel all. the. time!" So the next time they have a complete meltdown I feel for them. And as much as depression totally sucks and drains at my life sometimes, I can't help but feel a little grateful for these glimpses into how they might be feeling. It makes me more patient and more understanding and helps me deal with their meltdowns, because I wouldn't want to feel like that every single day, either. Plus, children and teens with Aspergers often do have one form of depression or another as they get older, and I know I'll be prepared to handle that.

This is a long, hard battle with no end in sight. There are days of utter chaos, and days with a lot of successes. It's a mixed bag...you just never know. As I work with the boys on their goals, it can be overwhelming, but then I think of how they must be feeling, and I push on. You know what? I always think of how I'm wanting to help them, but having them around often helps me and shakes me out of my bouts of despair and anxiety. They tend to help ME more than I help them. And that, over all, is what being a family is really all about, no matter what your family is dealing with. We push each other through our hard times, and give each other support and, in the end, we're all going to be OK in our own way. We really are.

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No Bieber Fever Here

2011-07-29T17:41:00.000-07:00

As Connor was dancing and rocking out to the Pet Shop Boys, he did one of his gymnastic moves. I told him that his cousin (who's exactly the same age) has a Justin Bieber song he likes to dance to, and he dances just like Connor, gymnastic moves and all. Plus, he sings and raps along. My thought was that the boys could dance and flip together when we visit at Thanksgiving. I asked Connor if he knew who Justin Bieber was, and he sort of shrugged one shoulder. He then marched up to me and said, "I'm Justin Bieber, and this is how I sing my songs..." and proceeded to bend over in front of me and make a large farting noise.

His dad says he's really proud of him for getting it right. They're two peas in a pod, that's for sure.

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Geeks Are My Heroes

2011-07-28T10:22:00.000-07:00

You know the guys. While you were in high school they played Dungeons and Dragons with their friends at home. Or they spent hours playing any video game they could get their hands on. Perhaps in college they started going to game shops...shops with names like "Merlin's Beard". There they played Dungeons and Dragons with other like minded people...maybe joined a Medieval club where they could dress up and carry around swords. You might have even seen them riding unicycles and juggling during the day...then heading to "Merlin's Beard" at night. Even as adults they collect action figures...and they can quote Star Wars verbatim. Plus they know all the obscure facts. In high school and college they were known as geeks. I'm not judging, just saying how it was...and probably still is. And I know you know exactly what I'm talking about. Only, lately? I've come to think of these so-called geeks as my personal heroes. These guys who STILL, as adults, spend their time collecting facts about Transformers and video games and Star Wars. They have saved me again and again. Perhaps I'd better explain.

Thanks to the wonders of YouTube, where anyone can post a video, these guys have been given constant access to record themselves talking about their various interests. As the mother of two boys with Aspergers, I have found salvation in their videos. I try to do what any good mom would do...I limit the boys' computer time and make sure they spend time reading and working on social skills. But there comes a point in each day when we all just need a break, and that's when I turn to these guys. I can find video reviews of the latest Transformer toys for Connor, and he can stim on those for his allotted time. I can find guys who play various Wii games and talk about all the secrets and tricks of the games for Mason. There are even guys who go into all the elevators of the world and video themselves going up and down the elevators. For a boy like Mason who seeks out elevators wherever we go, these videos are a small form of paradise. And so I say to all the geeks and former geeks of the world, thank you. You are no longer geeks! You are my heroes. And please, PLEASE, do not ever stop making videos! EVER.

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A Few Notes...

2011-07-27T10:18:00.000-07:00

While I'm still recovering from my mini-vacation, my brain is pretty mushy. So I thought I'd do this quick post about the e-cookbook review and giveaway I did a little while back. It seems that there was some confusion with the raffle and some other blogs, so Chef Jeff has graciously decided to give a free copy to any of you who are interested! If you didn't catch my review before, just click here. I've actually really enjoyed the cookbook, and am pleased to have the chance to pass it on to you. If you want to pick up your own copy, just go here for the download!

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Whirlwind Trip

2011-07-26T16:58:00.000-07:00

Wednesday, July 20th, 5:00 PM, AZ time: Drive an hour to meet Jodie's brother Ben so he can take the kids. Drive another 30 minutes to stay the night at Jodie's brother Jake's house. Go to bed early.

Thursday, July 21st, 5:00 AM, AZ time: Wake up time! Jodie, Jake, and I hop into Jake's car and hit the road. Drive and drive and drive. Talk about everything we can think of because there is nothing else to do. Listen to some good tunes. Stop as little as possible, including eating lunch in the car. After 11 hours we reach our destination. It's 7:00 PM Texas time, and we're in Lubbock, at Jodie's brother Ethan's house.

Thursday, July 21, 7:30 PM, TX time: Go to eat at a restaurant Jake used to work at. He's been waiting for years to come back and eat here. Enjoy dinner, then take a tour of Lubbock. I went to Texas Tech University here, met Jodie here, and had Mason here. Enjoy the trip down memory lane, then head home and collapse in bed.

Friday, July 21, 11:00 AM, TX time: Got to sleep in a little. Have lunch at a restaurant Jodie and I have been craving since leaving Lubbock. Enjoy our cute nieces and nephews.

Hit the road at noon, and head for Dallas....a 5 1/2 hour drive.

Friday, July 21, 5:30 PM, TX time: Arrive at my parents' house in Dallas. Exchange hugs, eat dinner. Jodie and Jake take off to get a wedding present and see the town. I hop in the car with my dad and drive 45 minutes to my sister's house. My sister and her husband had already planned a trip, and are gone, which is a bummer. But my mom is babysitting my nephews, one who I have never met, and I want to see them. Arrive late, nephews are in bed. Chat with my mom and collapse asleep.

Saturday, July 22, 5:00 AM, TX time: Wake up to my nephew snuggled up next to me. Fall back asleep.

Saturday, July 22, 6:45 AM, TX time: Wake up to nephew sitting by my head. "Hi, Amy!," he says. I get up to meet his little brother, and spend a few hours with them.

At noon my mom and I take the 45 minute drive to my parents' house, and meet up with Jodie, Jake, and one of their friends to say hello. They went to the wedding that morning, and now had to head to Shreveport for the reception. I silently thank the heavens that I'm missing that part of the trip...a 3 hour drive! I spend the day with my parents and enjoy every minute of it.

Sunday, July 23, 1:00 AM, TX time: Jodie, Jake, and friend are back from Shreveport. I let them in, everyone collapses asleep.

Sunday, July 23, 10:00 AM, TX time: We all enjoy breakfast with my parents, and unfortunately have to say goodbye to my parents already! We say our goodbyes and hit the road back to Lubbock...another 5 1/2 hours! Finally arrive back at Ethan's and enjoy an awesome brisket dinner. Play with the nieces and nephew, then have a great time reminiscing. Laugh until we cry, then head to bed WAAAYYY too late...

Monday, July 24, 7:30 AM, TX time: Jodie wakes up suddenly and we all panic...we meant to leave at 5 AM! Scramble around and hit the road. Drive 10 hours...a different route this time! Again talk and try to keep each other lively. Start getting anxious to see our boys, who have been with their aunts and uncle and grandparents. Run into A LOT of rain, which slows us down quite a bit.

Monday, July 24, 7:15 PM, AZ time: Meet Jodie's parents and get the boys. We are so excited to see them! We've still got two hours to Jake's house, so we thank Jodie's parents and go!

Monday, July 24, 9:05 PM, AZ time: Get to Jake's. His girls are all excited to see him! Unload, switch cars, catch up a little with his girls, and head home.

Monday, July 24, 10:50 PM, AZ time: Home at last! It's still standing, but we barely are! Everyone hops in bed and is sound asleep in minutes. Whew!

Am I tired? Yes! Would I do it again? Absoutely! (Though I missed my boys more than I can say.)

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The Errand Games Repost

2011-07-25T06:00:00.000-07:00

Some of you may remember Word Up, Yo!, which was a really fun blog hop. This was originally posted on July 19, 2010 for that blog hop, which is why I use the word rambunctious repeatedly. It's still one of my favorite posts, and helps me realize how much better the boys really are doing in public! I'll be back tomorrow to tell you all about my trip to Texas...
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Today I had the opportunity to not have to go into work until 2 PM. My boss is working with me because of Mason and the difficult time he's having this summer. I have 40 hours of sick time to use, too, since I'm an awesome employee and I never miss! I decided my kids really need to get out of the house, so we tackled a few errands. Now, there were two problems with this. One, on a normal day my only exposure to heat is from air conditioned house to air conditioned car to air conditioned place of employment. Two, it's no secret that I have two of the most rambunctious boys on the planet! Nevertheless, I decided to go for it! And now I present to you, in sportscaster style, my morning...

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the annual Errand Games. So far this series has gone to our dynamic duo, Mason and Connor. Their style consists of being rambunctious and using their endless energy to their advantage. Now their opponent is Amy Johnson, aka Mom. She is a veteran of the Errand Games, but has been sidelined over the past few years due to a demanding work schedule. I'm sure she's got plenty of strategies up her sleeve for winning, but she may be a little rusty. Knowing Mason and Connor, they'll use that to their advantage. Over to you, John...

Yes, indeed, Craig, this should be an interesting continuation of the Errand Games series. Here we are at our first event...getting the kids in the car. As you can see, Mason is quickly moving to make this task very difficult for Mom. She's asked him to get dressed so they can go. Oh, look at that move! She's picked his clothes out FOR him, so he can't take his time looking for shorts. Good call! But, Connor is quickly moving in and claiming he needs help getting his shirt on. It's a classic Mason and Connor distraction technique. While Mom helps Connor, Mason wanders off without getting dressed. Here comes Mom after him...she got Connor dressed sooner than Mason thought she would! Mason decides to concede and put his clothes on, rather than get Mom angry now. He knows she ups her game when she's angry! So both kids are dressed, and they are heading for the car...so far Mom seems to be ahead in this one, Craig.

Certainly, John...but let's not count Mason and Connor out yet. Mom still has to get them IN the car. Ah, yes, and here they go with another classic maneuver...running around the car and acting as rambunctious as possible. Let's see how Mom reacts to this move...oh! She's pulled out the "Get in the car or we won't go anywhere!" card. This can be a tricky maneuver because Mason and Connor can choose to keep running around, and then everyone loses when Mom has to keep to her word.

That's true, Craig, but it looks like Mason and Connor have decided to get in the car for this one. They know they need to go on the errands in order to receive more play time. Now here they are, arriving at the donation box. Looks like they have a trunk full of clothes to donate, Craig. Now, Mason really has to work in this part of the games...Connor is buckled firmly into his car seat, so he's out for this one. Ah...yes...it looks like Mason is getting out of the car even though he was told to stay in it! He's smart about it...he gets out under the guise of wanting to help Mom. Ooo...and she falls for it, Craig! I'm surprised...this is a classic rookie mistake. Let's see how this plays out...

Indeed, John...and yes, Mason is again using rambunctious behavior to his advantage. Running around the donation box and yelling. In this heat, it's a tactic that just might do Mom in. Is she up to the challenge? And I'd say, yes. She's decided to use bribery as her tactic on this one. Icees at Burger King, apparently. And in this heat Mason quickly gives in...he's back in the car, and they're headed out. Looks like Mom took this part of the challenge...though Mason does get points for his team for wasting time. Now on to the bank...

Craig, the bank is usually a good place for Mom to get some extra points. There's no getting out of the car, and sometimes she's able to secure some lollipops from the bank, which gives her extra bribes. And, yes, this is a quick challenge and goes all to Mom. Mason and Connor are so interested in watching the container go up the tube, they don't act out. And Mom does indeed secure the lollipops. In a smart move, she holds them back, declaring them to be a reward for good behavior later. Now they go on to the grocery store.

Yes, John, and this is always a difficult one for Mom. Mason and Connor are now old enough to walk around the store, so Mom can no longer use the cart to secure one of them. They're starting...right now Mason and Connor seem to be holding back. Mom is trying to get their interest by having them take things off the shelf...oh, but now there's a distraction...the lobster tank. Mom is allowing them to look at the lobster tank, and this seems to work. Now Mom is trying to sneak past the toy aisle...and it doesn't work. Connor has taken off, and Mason is quick to follow. This is their strong suit...they are able to act like they can't hear Mom calling for them to come back. Just as she catches up, they pull out that rambunctious behavior...running down aisles and picking up toys they want. Let's hope Mom can regain control of this round...right now it's not looking too good. She's got them back at the cart...but there they go again, John. These boys are relentless players. She pulls out the threat card...and takes away Icees from Burger King. And it works! Good play from Mom. The boys are back at the cart. She quickly puts Connor in the cart, leaving Mason on his own. Mason just doesn't seem to have any power plays left without his teammate. They make it through the line. A minor incident in which the boys grab some candy is quickly cut short by Mom. She does agree to one piece of candy each, giving the boys some points, but I'd say this round goes to Mom.

I'd agree, Craig. The final round is the gas station. Again, Connor is secured in his car seat, so Mason is on his own. He does get out of the car again, even though he's supposed to stay put. You can see Mom starting to get frustrated. If she does this, she might lose points and any lead she has. Mason is washing the windshield with a squeegee. Mom takes a deep breath and lets him finish. This does give Mason some points, but then he gets back in the car with no problem and Mom is able to retain her lead. Let's see how this game finishes out...OK, they are indeed heading to Burger King. Looks like a compromise is being made...yes...there are some negotiations between teams...what is the final decision, Craig?

Well, John, the boys have agreed to get kids meals without the Icees. Their rambunctious behavior was not exactly the behavior Mom was looking for in order for them to get Icees. However, it didn't go out of control, so they are able to have their grocery store candy and a kids meal. And, I have to say, both teams seem happy with this deal. I'd say this series has ended well for both teams.

Indeed, Craig. Now the teams are headed home...this heat is draining for both sides! Ladies and gentlemen we hope you've enjoyed this series. Until next time...

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Entertaining Themselves

2011-07-24T06:00:00.000-07:00

My boys are very good at entertaining themselves and, in fact, seem to prefer being left to their own devices. As long as I'm near when they need to be fed and stuff. Which works really well for my ~~blogging schedule~~ housecleaning schedule. Sometimes, though, I just have to ask what they're doing. Like when I saw Mason with Jodie's hanging suitcase, doing this:

I snapped a picture before he noticed that I was looking at him, and then asked what, exactly, he was doing. First, he looked at me and said, "You're going to put this on your blog, aren't you?" I said I was, but if he didn't want me to, I wouldn't. He said it was OK if I did. He then explained that he was a pilot of a jet, and that the suitcase buckle around his waist was to represent his harness, and the handle he's grasping is the throttle. I nodded. Then I had to ask about the face. Because, well, it kind of looked like he was going to the bathroom or something. Mason sighed and rolled his eyes like I was the dumbest adult on earth, and replied, "That's my airplane face." OK, good to know. So I'll know what to expect when we go on an airplane.

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Butt I Forgot Repost

2011-07-23T06:00:00.000-07:00

*I orginally posted this on March 7 of this year. It's one of my favorite because it was so. dang. funny. One of the rare times I almost died laughing!*
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Life was good in the Johnson household. I was reading ~~blogs~~ important documents on the computer. The boys were playing the Wii, and Jodie was watching the Suns game. So when Jodie said, "Amy...c'mere...", in this weird, choked up sort of voice, I couldn't imagine what was wrong. I rushed to the playroom doorway where he was standing and glanced in. There, on the TV screen, was a picture of a butt.

Time out! Let's go back and look at how we got ourselves into this situation, shall we? Both boys have a habit of picking up the camera and taking random pictures. It's very common for me to find pictures of one of their stuffed animals, or of the toilet, or of a foot when I go to download my photos. One morning, when I was out doing something, Connor apparently grabbed the camera and snapped a picture of Jodie's butt as he was getting into the shower. Jodie is many things, but he is NOT a technological person. He's very technologically challenged. So he wasn't sure how to delete the picture off of the camera, and asked me to do it for him. I assured him I would when I got home...and then I promptly forgot. Fast forward to this weekend when I decided, after two months of having the Wii, that I should look and see what other features it has. I discovered you can put your camera SD card in the Wii and then have fun with your pictures. You can even make and solve puzzles of your pictures. I knew the boys would love it, so I showed them how to do it. Mason, with his very methodical mind, set out to make and solve a puzzle for every single picture on the memory card. So I left them to it. Time in!

And now, here we were, faced with a picture of Jodie's butt, larger than life. That choked up voice Jodie was using? Was a result of him trying not to laugh. Trying to be mature and let the boys know that wasn't appropriate and we needed to erase it immediately. But he just couldn't handle being mature in this situation, and therefore had to call on me. I gathered all my maturity and excellent parenting skills...and burst out laughing. I mean, I had tears rolling down my face. Jodie saying, "I thought you erased the picture!" made me laugh harder. "I-I-I forgot!," I positively howled. And when Mason clicked on the screen and turned the picture into a puzzle? I laughed so hard I almost threw up. I couldn't get mad. #1: It was too funny. #2: It was not the boys' fault at all. Besides the fact that Connor took the picture, that is. They didn't know the picture was on there. But, naturally, they discovered it.

I did take the card and erase the picture immediately after that. We had a talk about not taking pictures of inappropriate things. I put the cameras up where they can't reach for now because I know my boys. I would not be surprised if they decided to test the limits. And then we'll have family over and they'll ask if anyone wants to do a puzzle with them. And you KNOW which picture they'll choose.

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Guess That Quote!

2011-07-22T06:00:00.000-07:00

Mason and Connor are constantly scripting...meaning they repeat, word for word, things they've heard, either on TV or movies or real life. (AKA echolalia) For them, it's mostly from movies and TV, as opposed to real life. Sometimes it even takes us awhile to realize that they're scripting. Here are their most used quotes:

"Well, what else could we have forgotten?" "Kevin!"

"99...84...100% pure!"

"I'm the man of the house!"

"A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men..."

"Look what you did, you little jerk." (They get in trouble for this one, yet it keeps coming up in conversation...)

"It's a dirty job...but somebody's got to do it!"

"Roll out!"

"AC said ten percent..."

Just keep in mind...these quotes are used daily...again and again and again. I have to tune them out sometimes or I'll go nuts. Can you guess their favorite movies?

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