Friday, October 24, 2014

How's George?

That's the question most people ask me when they see me. And the answer is GREAT. This school is probably the best money we've ever spent. He is engaged, his anxiety is low, his self-esteem is high, and he is thriving. The school is small and sweet and safe, and it is exactly what he needed when he needed. He loves the structure, I love the flexibility, and he almost seems like a different kid. Like George, but so, so happy and without his brow perpetually furrowed.

(I very consciously do not post the names of my children's schools, but if you know an "exceptional child" who in spite of special education services still seems to slip through the cracks, a student whose combination of challenges and strengths is simply too unique to be well served smoothly, please email me. I will happily share.)

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Of all the awful things to fall in fall

Two small, pale blue eggs found broken on my doorstep, presumably from the nest over the light. Were they old left behinds pushed out by a new, would-be inhabitant? This is my implausible hope.

Friday, October 17, 2014

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Annual traditions

It's Halloween costume season. This year I have three to make -- a surfeit of opportunities to wound and/or maim and/or poison and/or impale myself!

Tuesday, October 07, 2014

Christmas card potential

It would appear the snowcones are especially icy this year.

Thankfully George was able to rally and eat the whole thing. WIN.

Sunday, October 05, 2014

And after

My husband left last Sunday morning for a five day conference (Oracle) in San Francisco. Unbeknownst to him, a plot was long afoot to redo George's room entirely in his absence, so that both he and George could be surprised. My goal: Gentleman's Room, 100 Years Ago.

I kicked George out of his room as soon as my husband's car left the driveway, and my handy dandy teenager and I emptied the room.

Sunday night, aka before

Over the next five days I spent all hours not at work or asleep busily finding new and improved ways to hurt myself!

But ultimately, it was well worth it to see George's beaming joy and my husband's shocked amazement.


Wednesday, October 01, 2014

News Flash!

Autumnal Fog Calls For Plaid On Plaid
"I'm embracing my inner Scotsman," says local style maven

Monday, September 29, 2014

Adios, blue

When not at work, I am toiling like a beast to redo George's room as quickly yet simultaneously awesomely as possible. My self-imposed deadline is Friday night when the clock strikes midnight. (Think DIY Cinderella.)

So far I've knocked the power out to the entire right side of the house only once. I'm sure I'll poison myself with paint fumes by Wednesday, though. Stay tuned!

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Get puffy!

George has deemed today to be the onset of Puffy Vestments Season.

Commence wearage.

Monday, September 22, 2014

Some kind

Silas Creek Crossing, 7:26 PM

Hearing me exhale happily, George walked over, looked at my screen and demanded, "What are you turning into, some kind of hippie?"

Sunday, September 21, 2014

Won't you be my neigh(bor)

Homegoods, Hanes Mall Boulevard

Y'all. For 800 bucks plus change, you can change your life.  You can alter your destiny. You can acquire a new identity.

You, my friend, can become The Person Who Lives in the Horse House!

You'll need to install it, of course, but think of all the fun you'll have seasonally decorating your ten foot tall, rearing stallion! (Mustang?) Santa hat at Christmas, bunny ears at Easter, maybe a well shaped heart between his hooves in February and a patriotic bunting in July!

I grew up loving destination houses. We kids didn't know street names, but we knew The Pink House. We knew The Swing House. And we knew and were forever astounded by The Mushroom House.

Someone, please embrace this opportunity. I promise to whinny every time I drive past.

Hurry, though. There's only one.