I will begin blogging here and we will ignore that fact that I have not blogged in a year.
Continue we shall.
Had a girl day today.
We went to the library and Michaels and then a little-person-party. Do you know what happens to a little girl when you take her out into the big world without the six ridiculously loud boys she is around nearly 24 hours a day? She gets all whispery and weird and... shy. "Mom, I think I will be shy today," she said. We had a great time. I was not dressed in yoga pants. Actually sported some mascara and looked like a regular person. I always feel like a big liar out in public when I have only one kid with me. As if people would never believe the chaos in which I live. I am awkward. I am okay with that.
While on the subject of the girl, I have found this all over the dang house for the last few days:
It is as if a band of short phonics lovin' thugs have come through my home and tagged every writing surface they could find. Lola began Saxon Phonics just a week ago and around lesson 10 discovered "L-O-G spells log" and can hardly contain herself. She is eating learnin' stuff faster than I can feed it to her. It's good. Awesome. And tiring. This word has been on any and every medium she could get her hands on. It's exciting. I had really questioned where to start her in the world of school. I mean, if a kid begs you everyday for school books so she can do school too, you do it, right? This kid has been eating up Before Five In A Row and Saxon and was upset that today is Saturday. (Teach needs a break. Calm it down, Lady.)
Little People School has gone so well that Biggers got in on most of the action. Lord forbid anything just a hair more interesting than math happen in this house. Can you say... distracted??
Also, behold this child:
Here's a cute one:
I don't know if I'm allowed to call him "cute" however. He is fourteen and lawdy, thou shalt not embarrass him.
Here's a few:
Also, this one:
That is a small child using my white board markers on every page of his coloring book. I politely said, "please do not use my white board markers on your coloring book." And yet, here we are. There comes a time in your Autism parent life when you think, "White board marker: $1.00. Peace in house: invaluable."
Have you had enough? I will close now and watch my kid use every ounce of life my marker has left... but the house is quiet.