On the first Wednesday night of the month I was out to dinner with some of my most favorite ladies in the world and one of them had brought up this “elf thing.” Most of us had not heard of this phenomena. She described it in great detail and not terribly positively either, I . . . → Read More: Saved by an Elf.
Once upon a time there was a young girl living far, far away from home. She was lonely and unemployed, depending on another for food and shelter and companionship. That’s an awful lot of pressure to put on one single person, especially one who was often away from home on deployments. She was so . . . → Read More: Besties (or, A Photographic Examination of True Love)
We visited with the oncologist today and it seems that there’s more going on here than we had been told.
Copper’s white blood count really impressed her, she hasn’t ever seen it get so high before. He is an overachiever there. His liver and kidney values are a little wonky but she thinks he . . . → Read More: An update on Copper.
A few weeks ago we were asked to participate in a video social story for the fragile X clinic here in Boston. The clinic wanted something they can share with new patients to help them with their first clinic visit. It’s quite a good idea, isn’t it?
We were not their first choice. While . . . → Read More: A Good Deed.
These days when people ask me how I’m doing, I tell them, “I’m fine.” That’s what we tell people who don’t really want to know and most people, they don’t want to know. They have enough going on in their own lives, they have their own hurts and worries…they don’t really want to be . . . → Read More: I’m not fine but I’ll be OK.
If you have had the pleasure of meeting us you know this is, perhaps, an1 understatement. Eric is the one who keeps the house running smoothly and I’m the one who comes up with all these great “ideas” that send the household into chaos. Basically, I’ve got an awesome wife2.
As if being spoiled . . . → Read More: My husband deserves a medal.
I so desperately want to invite Monkey’s last IEP team leader to visit him at the new school. I want her to see what he is capable of. I want her to consider that perhaps they didn’t handle him1 in the best way possible. I want her to see that she still has things . . . → Read More: He does belong. If you don’t believe me, ask that kid.