Somebody is sleeping inside the “treehouse” his behavioral consultant made for him:
Personally, I think it’s more a tent than a treehouse but hey, what do I know? 
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*My apologies for posting late, I had to defuse a meltdown last night (which is probably why he’s still asleep).
“It took me four years to paint like Raphael, but a lifetime to paint like a child.” ~Pablo Picasso Welcome to Magic Marker Monday! If you haven’t heard about Magic Marker Monday yet, click here and then hurry right back… The family cat is a favorite artistic subject around our house. She’s not…
A few years ago, I fell in love with Signing Time. Jack was struggling to do much more than scream and I was increasingly frustrated. In a last ditch effort, I bought some DVDs and prayed that he would communicate with me. Slowly, he began to sign (things like more and done) and I felt…
Alternate Tylenol and Ibuprofen every two hours Alternate daytime / nighttime cold / cough remedy OR Allergy antihistamine – whatever seems to work well or that particular kiddo Vicks Vapor Rub (aka Mentholatum for other ‘old school peeps’ like me) on the chest and slathered about the feet at night with socks Warm mist humidifier…
I made a tour of every store I could think of that might have potted daffodils. The kind you buy as a hostess gift for Easter brunch…or whatever…but this was even a little late for that. Two nurseries, the drug store, and three grocery stores later I finally found a little pot of miniature daffodils. I wasn’t sure they were quite what she was after.
The boy was moon gazing: Well, not really. He was singing instead, Share what you managed to capture this week. Please spread the comment love around. Thank you.
“It took me four years to paint like Raphael, but a lifetime to paint like a child.” ~Pablo Picasso Welcome to Magic Marker Monday! If you haven’t heard about Magic Marker Monday yet, click here and then hurry right back… The 9-year-old decided she needed to bring Valentine treats to her ballet class…
My day had started like any other, I was up at 5 packing lunches and backpacks, while trying to gulp down some coffee. I had an appointment at the office later, so I spent a few minutes standing in front of my closet perplexed and sighing. I looked in the mirror, briefly noting the major…
Love is… Love is… a choice. Love is… knowing that without them, life would be empty and cold. Love is… sharing tears. Love is…worth fighting for. Love is…a knowing glance across a room. Love is… hurting for someone else. Love is… a familiar smell. Love is… something that is so easily tossed aside when…
I never would have walked away from her and sat in the shade to talk with another mom at that age. I would have been hovering over her and wondering where all the other parents were, anyway. Then I think of where she is now with her skills and another wave of relief washes over me. I can be one of the parents sitting over in the shade, still watchful, but more at ease.
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