Reusable Food Pouches… Yay or Nay?

I have enjoyed having/using the Kiddzo Squeeze Breeze Food Pouches, as have my children. While I love yogurt (and other messy things), as do my children, eating them on the go, or sending them in lunches is not the easiest … Continue reading

Watching movies with kids

can be entirely entertaining, esp. when they are boys. Recently I rented Samantha: An American Girl Holiday from Netflix. I was overjoyed to watch a movie that featured strong girls, had history, and had characters in it that I’d read about when I was younger. I loved the “Samantha” series (4 books when I got them) when my mother gave them to me and enjoyed reading stories that had Victorian history, to a degree, within them.

It was so funny watching this movie with him because I’d told him a little of what he’d see in it, having watched it earlier, and shortly into it he says “So when do we get to the good stuff?” Seeing as how the story line takes place during 1904 and he had been learning about that era of history the idea had intrigued him and he loves history. He was interested to see the part about children working in factories, a part that he thought was horrible and wrong.  I’m proud that he is learning and growing up with strong ideas of right and wrong. I guess that means I’m doing my job right 😉

Of course after the movie I asked him how he liked it and his response was priceless, “I would have liked it a lot more if it didn’t have so much stuff about girls.” Yup… I have a son.

You can see a little of the movie here via YouTube:

Give a Pat on the Back to Parents of Kids who are Autistic!

This blog has touched my heart. I’ve had to learn quickly, and by experiment, just what works with my son. It is hard because I can’t teach him the same as I did with my eldest. My youngest is his own person and there is just some things that he can’t do, or wont do, yet.
I love him with the same intensity as I do my eldest son and I know that at times it makes my eldest jealous because he sees it as, “My brother is acting bad and getting attention, why can’t I”. Kinda like I did when I was a child and my own brother, whom has a learning disability, got so much of my mother’s attention.
While it is hard for the parents of the child, it is just as hard for the siblings. They don’t fully comprehend as young children why their sibling gets so much attention when they are “acting badly”. Sometimes we do forget, It’s not just the parents that need a pat, but the siblings need hugs as well for being there with just as much love and acceptance, and occasionally helping care for, the special children that enter our lives and family to bless us.
Don’t get me wrong, every child is a blessing. Every child blesses us immeasurably. But not every parent is tested in the same way because each child is different, regardless of needs.

This blog reminded me of having to find a way to keep my child within the house, so he didn’t run down the street, or highway because one runs near the house. It mentions the problems with getting their son to eat certain foods, mine could easily live on ensure as well… and wont touch meat, only eats certain things (mainly dairy till we found out he had a dairy allergy and that started a new battle of finding something he could eat that mimicked his dairy fav’s). I’m lucky he eats some other stuff so that he’s growing OK and not unhealthy.
It reminds me of how he refuses to wear certain clothes.. He wont wear short-sleeved shirts, even in the dead of summer ( and we live in a desert with triple digits ). He sleeps maybe 4 hours a night, 5 if I’m lucky. He’s an ever-ready battery, going, going. going constantly. He has no fear, which causes me massive amounts of fear at times.
He is a handful, and I love him with all I am. He is my son and even with all of the things I have had to change to keep him safe, I wouldn’t change him.

Raising 5 Kids With Disabilities and Remaining Sane Blog

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Parents of children with autism will never tell you that raising their child is easy…it’s not! I joke around, look for the silver lining, take things in stride, and present a smiley face to the world. However, raising my son, Steven, has been, and continues to be, an extremely difficult parenting challenge.

Memories of how hard it has been flooded back to me when my hubby and I went away for a romantic weekend at our little cabin in the woods of New Hampshire. With the sub zero weather whirling around outside, we were sitting on the couch sipping hot chocolate with lots of tiny, melting marshmallows. (Okay, maybe HE had some Kailua in his, but mine really DID just have marshmallows!) As the heat rose up from the small grate on the floor, I was transported back to the time when we first purchased the cabin. Because Steven had…

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