It’s All Fun and Games…

My intentions of writing every day during the Summer, during my free time, went completely the way of the dodo. Looking back? I believe it would have a little something to do with Bub breaking his arm right before school let out. Le sigh…

Yep, poor kid spent most of the Summer in a cast. And not just one cast either. He had FIVE. Yes, you read that correctly. The Boy Child had FIVE different casts. Seven, if you count the two different temporary ones. Imma just stick with the fiberglass casts though. And it was hard enough keeping that one dry. Because of course we had a camping trip planned. And of course we were camping right next to a creek. And naturally it had to rain. Would you believe my nerves were shot to hell by the end of that trip?! So, cast #1 got wet(think Nub) and of course this couldn’t have happened during office hours so it required a trip to the ER. Now, this first cast was almost to his shoulder so he was pretty pitiful looking. Cast #2 came off and a shorter cast took its place. Cast #3 came off after Bub decided to put a penny AND a fake gem down in whilst at Twilight Camp. We were feeling pretty confident that Cast #4 was gonna be the last one right up until the Doc ordered Cast #5 because the break wasn’t fully healed. At which point I just started to laugh. Being the mama of three boys ain’t for wimps, y’all.

Fast forward two weeks and the cast is removed! Mass celebrations ensue. Vast and complicated Water Wars are plotted and executed. There’s talk of a quick beach trip. Or even just the pool. All those lovely plans went up in smoke the night Nub slammed Dub’s pinky in the door, and (wait for it) broke it. Bonus points to those of you who guessed correctly that of course this took place after office hours requiring the usual trip to the ER. Now this happens to be the same exact pinky that Dub broke last Fall when Bub slammed it in the door. But it’s a different spot. And a different door as well. In the interest of keeping all the facts straight. So we go to our Ortho, the one that I swear I am singlehandedly helping put his children through college, and he gives us the awesome news that he will not have to repair the break by placing pins in the break. Which is awesome news, and also slightly unexpected, because hello…pins? WHAT? I shake off that little freak out just in time to hear him say those six magical words every parent dreads. You can pick out your color. Gah. Another cast. And the end of all our fleeting, last-of-Summer dreams.

It’s been a long Summer, y’all. To say the least. Add in a weekly therapy session for Bub and a new job for the hubs? Pure insanity, y’all. Definitely not how I envisioned spending the last little bit of time we had together before school started. The best laid plans and all that. Them’s the breaks (see what I did there? I got jokes.) when you are the mama of three rough and tumble boys.

You know I wouldn’t have it any other way.



For some ridiculous reason I still get nervous when it comes to Nub’ s IEP. Yep, it’s that time of year again. The dreaded IEP. But honestly? His team and school freaking rock. His soon-to-be 5th grade teacher has already requested he be in her class. Like back in the Fall. Seriously. He is beloved by the staff at his school, and most of his class. It helps tremendously in fostering his sense of confidence in his surroundings.


That having been said, he only has one more year there. And then we move on to middle school. I think perhaps the one saving grace is that all the children from his elementary school will also move up with him. Other than that? Unchartered waters, y’all. I know one sixth grade teacher. That’s it. One.


We don’t do well with change. Or transitions. I’ve started talking to him about it because anytime ANYTHING changes in his routine it’s best to begin talking about said change as soon as possible. And as often as possible. During the academic year they have Math/Science Nights at the middle school and I think that might help him to familiarize himself with his new surroundings. I’ll do whatever it takes. I am Mama, hear me roar and all that.


I’m also slightly worried about whether he’ll continue to be mainstream, with a para or classified as special ed. He’s unbelievably smart and he needs to be challenged constantly. I worry they won’t be prepared enough for him. And I’m worried about Common Core and how that will affect him. I have a list of questions a mile long, y’all. At least. I’m going into this meeting as prepared as I can possibly be. It’s my job. If I don’t advocate for my son, who will?


I got this, y’all. Just sayin’…Image

The One With The Mean Boy..

Being a parent is never easy. Being a parent of a special needs child isn’t any easier. It is fraught with unknown perils and daily difficulties. I’m not asking for hero cookies, I’m simply stating a fact. I do my very best every single day to ensure that I am raising these crazy chirrens of mine to be kind, polite, and well adjusted little people. And it ain’t easy. But I do what I can. If only other parents tried to do the same. What a world that would be, eh?

Nub is again playing Rec Ball, whilst Dub is playing Soccer. So far, it’s been pretty awesome. In spite of both of them losing every game, and Dub having to forfeit two games(I’m also the Coach of Dub’s team. Do NOT get me started on THAT particular drama. One blog post at a times , y’all.). Tonight, Nub had a game in a neighboring town. A town neither the hubs or I are terribly fond of to begin with. To say that the parents of said team are less than stellar in their sportsmanship would be putting it mildly. The officials? Yeah, not much better. Which I really don’t get. Aren’t we supposed to be teaching our little sweetums about love of the game AND good sportsmanship? Or is that just me? That might be a whole ‘nother blog post too.

Nub’s team played very well. Or most of them did. At one point, we were kicking butt and taking names! We even had the lead. For like a whole inning. And then it sort of got a little ugly. Some missed plays, a couple of iffy calls…you know the drill. But! Redemption was at hand. Our best batters were coming up in our line-up. We could taste victory. We could feel it.

Except not so much. Pitches that were balls were suddenly called strikes. And before you could say The Natural, we were done. We lost. Yet again. And not to a team that was any better than us. But to a team that got lucky. I see that more and more, when it comes to games out of town. It is really upsetting to me. There is NO ONE who loves baseball more than me. Well, except maybe my mama and diddy. But I’m the first person to take the good with the bad. If a call is fair, I accept that. Same goes when it’s not. Period. So it’s doubly hard to take to see these really crappy calls and NOT be upset. I just don’t get it. I really don’t.

And now to the part of the story that REALLY pissed me off. As Nub was getting in the car he told us that one boy on the team told him that he was to blame for them losing the game. That it was all his fault. EXCUSE ME? Who in the hell does this boy think he is? I was pissed. I’m still pissed. I marched him right up to his coaches and told him to tell them what he just told me. You should have seen the looks of horror and shame on their faces. They were so quick to reassure him that simply wasn’t the case. That he made an excellent play at a crucial point in the game(true!) and that he was getting so much better at batting(again, also true!) and just how proud they were of him. But y’all? He was crushed. He was trying so hard not to cry when he told them. It broke my heart into a million pieces. He believed that little mean shit. Completely. Until his coaches told him otherwise. And I’m not completely convinced he does believe it. I think there will be repercussions. Maybe not today, but soon.

And I am fully prepared to deal with that. Because it’s what I do. I am Mama…Hear me roar…

Summer Update!

Wow. I suck. I’m not really sure where the time has gone, but I really did mean to post an update about Nub’s Asperger’s and various other things. None of which I remember. So you’ll just have to take my word on it that they were cool. And fun. The best laid plans and all that, I suppose. Gah. Anyhoo, on to the updates…

We officially received a diagnosis of Asperger’s Syndrome the first part of May. And while it didn’t really come as a big shock to us, it was still difficult to see the words in black and white for the first time. It was also suggested that we switch Nub to a Gluten Free diet in order to help with his lack of focus. I met with the pediatrician and he agreed. I’m sorry, but I can’t put my eight year old son on psychotropic drugs. He’s EIGHT. So not an option. Thankfully, his pediatrician and his team at school agree with us. So that is one less thing to worry about. I’ve been reading(we all have actually, grandparents included!) and doing tons of research on Asperger’s and gluten free diets. I feel pretty comfortable with both, as of right now anyway. Without sounding like I’m tooting my own horn, I am a pretty good cook and I enjoy it immensely. So I’m looking forward to new recipes and the challenge of creating yummy new dishes for us to try. As for Nub? He seems pretty matter of fact about having Autism. Which is good. It doesn’t change anything about who he is as a person. He is still my same sweet, funny boy. He just sees things a bit differently than we do. And that’s fine too. We signed him up for baseball(and Dub played soccer) at our local rec center. At first we were a little worried about how he would do. He LOVED it! And he was pretty good at it too. His coaches were amazing and so patient and kind. They won only two games, but that didn’t stop him from having a blast at each game. He was so excited to receive the final game ball for Most Improved Player. You could have seen the smile on his face from the moon! I cried(and I may have teared up a wee bit whilst typing this). All in all it was quite a successful season. And we look forward to doing it all over again in the Fall.

Moving on to other news…I am officially the proud mama of a third grader AND a first grader. ZOIKS! I don’t even want to think about the fact that in just two short years I will be completely chirren free during the day. Lalalalalalalalala, I am not thinking about you Worst Day Ever. Seriously. Shut up. Dub is VERY pleased with himself because he is not a baby anymore. He is in first grade. Serious bidness, y’all. And Bub is just happy to have his “Bubbies” to play with every day. We have lots of fun stuff planned for the Summer, including a trip to the BEACH. Which is desperately needed right about now. I can’t remember the last time we actually went on vacation. Sad. But totally true. Although I also can’t remember what I did last week. Gah.

So there you have it. An actual post. From me. I know, right?! And now if you’ll excuse me, I have some Curious George to watch…