a 7 year old's proposal

I don't know what is going on in my little Prince's head, but a few days ago he had a box of tic tacs and wanted to share with me if I'd be his friend.  I told him of course I was his friend.  He popped a tic tac into my mouth and asked me "will you marry me?" I almost dissolved into tears.I held him for several minutes.  I told him he was too late, I already married his daddy.  He was really really upset about that so he asked me again. I told him of course I'd marry him and all was right with the world.  Later I asked him to do something he didn't want to do (clean up, brush his teeth, something like that) and he said to me "you're supposed to be my friend!"

Autism testing

Pretty soon my little prince will be tested for Autism.  I've looked up the red flags online, and I've read about the "quirks" and such and figure this is a good idea and wonder why they haven't brought it up before.  What I'm afraid of is the label.  Once labeled, you're labeled for life.  He won't be able to shake it.  And I'm afraid of being one of those parents who dismisses everything, saying "oh, nobody understands him, it's the autism." "let him get away with that, he has autism." "He does that because of his autism." I hate that.  I don't want to dismiss his behaviour, I want to let him know that some of his behaviours are inappropriate and should stop.  I don't want to enable the inappropriate behaviours. I guess I'll wait and see what the school psychologist, social worker, and such say about it.  They'll be calling me for a home visit soon.

slacker!

I can't believe how longs it's been since I blogged about my boring life. I guess when it's more difficult to do (i.e. from a phone) it's easier to slack off. My little prince is in 2nd grade now and sporting an attitude like never before. He's begun the "obstinate stance" placing his tiny fists on his hips and making demands. We recently moved to a new apartment. We like it here. My grandma lived in this complex till she died. I wish we could have moved here while she was still here. She and I both would have loved that. We were very close. I've been working on my family tree again. I can't find the disc that had the loads of information on it that I collected a few years ago, so I've begun using Facebook and hooking up with family members there. It's been nice. We have a disability hearing coming up in a couple weeks. Hopefully they approve us this time and we can get out of the pits of the abyss that we've been living in for the past couple years. It's turning colder here in Michigan so I've been pondering more crochet designs. Picked up a book on Seamless crochet from the library today. Looking forward to learning new stuff, after I start dinner. Oh that reminds me, I have to start dinner!

Relay for Life

I decided to join the committee of the local relay for life this year. I'm afraid my team is off to a slow start, though. I've only had 1 meeting and only 2 people showed up! My top participant from last year hinted that this year wouldn't be as active for her. I haven't been putting much effort in myself and I don't really know why. Hopefully I can kick my own can in gear if I'm to motivate others!

Mythbusters

I was looking for something to crochet for my husband just for fun and decided on a Jamie Hyneman Mythbusters "action figure." Of course, when he was completed, our 6 year old decided it was his and my husband never got to touch it. Such is life. A friend saw a photo on my Facebook page and asked me to make her one, and make an Adam Savage to go along with it. I mentioned offhand that it made me want to make the Mythbusters logo as well so she asked me to go for it! Here they are in their completion. I'm tempted to do a whole series of Mythbusters characters; Kari, Tory,and Grant.

I started each doll with a "magic circle" of 6 sc, increased over a couple rows, then decreased for the neck and rapidly increased for the body, leaving holes for the arms. The hardest part for me was the feet. I went back and forth across the top of the doot for a few rows, then around the whole thing again for the sided if the shoes, inserted a pipe cleaner  around the inside of the shoe, then decreased every stitch around and sewed closed. I added the arms at the armholes, but didn't stuff them so I could cross them when they were finished. Then I embroidered the facial features. I sure hope she likes the finished product!

Poor little Prince Charming

At the end of October, I called the Dr to get an appointment for the Little Prince. He was coughing like crazy and it had let up for a few days then started in again. Our Dr was out of town till sometime in November, I don't remember the date. I waited a bit to see if it cleared up on its own again. Unfortunately it didn't so I was forced tp take him to a walk-in clinic. I would have been nervous about it, since the staff doesn't know my son or anything about him, but one of the Drs was my pediatrician when I was a kid. Great man. We were lucky enough to get him. He prescribed an antibiotic called azithromycin with a warning that asthmatics could have a reaction to it. After being on it for 2 days, the asthma was worse than it's been in about 4 years. I took him off the antibiotic and back to the clinic the next day. We had to give him breathing treatments every half hour or so for several hours to get him to breathe! He was panicked. We even dosed him with half a benedryl.  I took him back to the clinic where he was put on a different antibiotic by a different person and sent for a chest xray to check for pneumonia. The xray was clear, thank God. The coughing didn't let up, though. I brought him back to the clinic a week later and saw my old pediatrician again. He put him on a different antibiotic again, plus some phenergan cough syrup with codeine. I peeked at the paperwork. Under the diagnosis section he wrote "asthma, bronchitis, pneumonia." Darn. He wants to see him again tomorrow to determine if another chest xray is needed.  Yesterday was the best day we've had in weeks. The nights are still bad, but I think he's finally getting better.

A Personal Facebook Flame

A friend on Facebook posted something that made me extremely irate. She was all upset that the girl in front of her in line at the store was dressed in designer jeans, had new acrylic nails, and fresh highlights in her hair...then paid for her Red Bull with a bridge card.

I felt the need to remind her that we don't know her situation; maybe she had the designer clothes before her husband lost his job and forced them to go for state assistance, or maybe she does hair and nails for a living and had the stuff to do herself already. Maybe it was all a gift from her sister! It escalated from there, her telling me that I was going to get offended no matter what she said, me telling her I only get offended when offensive things are said, like that. Then other people needed to chime in with experiences they've had with other customers and bridge cards!

Their thoughts?
1. if she can afford the luxuries, she should pay for her own red bull.
2."When my tax money is paying for her food I at least expect someone to not be better dressed than I am" (yes a direct quote! Unbelievable!)
3. it upsets people that others that need assistance live higher on "THEIR" tax money

My thoughts?
1. None of our business.
2. Maybe she can't afford the luxuries anymore and that's why she's on assistance...she's certainly not going to sell her clothes for food money if the state is paying for it and if she had them before, it's none of our business.
2. the state obviously doesn't have an issue paying for red bull or they wouldn't.
3. it isn't your personal tax money paying for others' food choices, you are not being billed for her red bull, stop acting like it!
4. "I expect to be better dressed than people on assistance"? ok not a direct quote anymore, but that was the general idea. It is the most egotistical thing I've ever heard! As I said before, we don't know this girl's story. We shouldn't make assumptions.

Also: personally bashing me (or anyone) on a public forum is rude, inconsiderate, childish, and uncalled for. I bowed out of the conversation at this point, when they proceeded to "HOLLA" at each other and become even more unbearable. Sorry, I stopped speaking teeny-bopper 20 years ago. Grow up, stop being judgmental, and don't assume you're always right.