I could also do without the constant tears, shrieks, grunts, hair pulling, general ‘nastiness’. P has been hitting himself A LOT lately. Fists to his head, face, nose. Arms banging on the edge of the table. Pressing his chin with all his might on his arm. If you try to soothe him at these moments, … Continue reading I could do without the self-injury.
Oh my, how long has it been? Way too long! And it’s not like I haven’t had tons and tons of stuff to write about, especially about P. Well, most importantly about P. ‘Cause I can rant on just about any other platform about work and whatnot, but this here’s the place where I can … Continue reading We’re not shy types, you know.
I haven’t posted a dish in the longest time. I haven’t been really cooking that much though is why. Even with the holidays behind us, I didn’t cook much, I didn’t gorge on yummy holiday food. I didn’t do much except stress out and work. And if you know me, or follow my blog, you … Continue reading Meet my favorite dish: Pastitsio.
For him. I have to work, exercise, cook, save money, research, pray . . .and be happy . . .for him! Continue reading I must . . . for him.
Seven, not six or five, but seven (7!!!) vaccines at 4 months old!! I’m no expert, but just somewhere deep inside me that just feels like A LOT!! And to top it off, I’ve met another mom recently who used to have the same pediatrician as us and her son is on the spectrum as … Continue reading I’m mostly mad at myself. A lot mad.
Originally posted on Trying to be Super Mom . . . and failing miserably || life with autism and other (mis)adventures:
When I first started this blog it was to write about my life, our life, dealing and living with autism, to let people know what types of therapies were doing, how we’re functioning and staying happy and… Continue reading Therapeutic Listening and table work
Sometimes, I don’t feel so great. I feel as though I don’t play any role, significant or otherwise, in anyone’s life, even my children’s. I know it’s not true judging by how happy both my children are when they see me and how upset my little M gets when I leave for work. Even P … Continue reading What’s the opposite of jolly?