It’s like living in the Twighlight Zone sometimes.

This morning I was preparing Caleb’s breakfast like always. He’s in a phase where he only wants grilled ham & cheese. Easy, I can do that! Then, two days ago, we ran out of ham and circumstances have conspired to leave us ham-less.

Yesterday, I cooked him a grilled cheese. He took a bite, . . . → Read More: It’s like living in the Twighlight Zone sometimes.

Perspective

The always beautiful Chelsea.

My dear, dear friend, Mrs. Rogers is a fan of perspective. Every International Conference that we attend, our third having just passed, provides me with boatloads of perspective. If there ever comes a day when I think that I know all there is to know about fragile X as . . . → Read More: Perspective