Saturday, November 01, 2014
Friday, October 31, 2014
I always wish my father were still alive, but I am most acutely aware of the loss when I see an unknown bird. My father was a lifelong "birder", a marvelous hobby he could take around the world in his travels for work. If he had been with me yesterday, he would have immediately known what type of bird this was, and he would have shared some interesting factoid about the bird with me.
Other things I miss about my father
his peach pie
his love of history
his enjoyment of face jugs
his unbridled love for my boys, including my husband
Monday, October 27, 2014
Friday, October 24, 2014
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
Friday, October 17, 2014
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Tuesday, October 07, 2014
Sunday, October 05, 2014
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.