Day 4

We are on day 4 of wearing the weenie pants. The pants are close to becoming able to walk on thier own. I  have to stage an intervention. I have a plan and am about to execute it, I'll report back later. Here goes.....

Piperisms : Holiday Edition

Pie got a new pair of PJ's that she adores that have little dachshunds all over them.

Piper: "Mom may I wear my weenie pants?"

We had a fantastic Christmas and we hope you did too!

Blog Gem's Air your Archives #5

Jen over at The King and Eye wonders: "How many posts do you have languishing in your archives? Great posts that will never be dusted off and brought out to breathe again! Maybe you created fabulous content before you had lots of followers, or maybe you have been blogging for years and your current followers haven't seen your older material. Blog Gems - Air Your Archives is a forthnighly linky list where I will give a prompt and you select a post from your archives that fits the prompt. You do not have to create content for the prompt, unless you want to. All you have to do is copy and paste the url of the post into the linky list. Voila, an old post gets a second shot!"

To participate follow the link above to her blog.


The topic this round : first post.
 
I worte my first post soon after I had seperated from Pie's father and was struggling with the fact that I couldn't be the one to care for her in the mornings (the hardest time of day for her). It's about timing. I must say that on this autism train I always feel a day late and a dollar short, like the knowledge I gain is too late. Of course that's just on the bad days.
 
I think the post can speak for itself.
 
The Still
 

BwaHAHAHAH!

Now you may have seen this already but I just had to share, I laughed 'til I cried! If you need a good side splitting belly laugh (and what parent doesn't, really?) click the link. You will NOT regret it. KAPOW!

You're welcome.

Bacon!

So here by popular command is my poseable bacon toy mentioned in last week's SN Blog Hop.

Only his arms and legs are poseable which is kind of a let down. I also don't know why he's making that face. Maybe because everyone wants to eat him. Huh.

Behold his awesome bacon goodness.

That is all.

The in laws or the "out" laws

My in laws suck. I understand that I left their son and all but did they have to drop me like a hot potato? The people have not reached out to me even once! I have sent letters and emails. I MAILED a freakin' letter people, old school. Nada. Nothing. Zip.  Some character back round : in laws run their own Baptist church if that helps paint the picture,  FIL is the preacher and MIL is the preachers wife. Their relationship with their son is estranged and they have always kept him and us at arms length. Yet, I have comforted his mother after the loss of her youngest son. I have encouraged contact, invested in them with time, effort, and heart. I left Pie's Dad in September. My birthday is in October. Did the in laws send a card? You guess. No really, what do you think? Yeah, you're right they didn't.

I know in their eyes I am a hedonist whom has made bad choices in life but I am raising their granddaughter. They understand our challenges because their daughter (SIL) is also raising a child with autism. I just don't understand their distance and lack of interest.

I want the idyllic family life. My family is crazy in a very real way and I cannot have healthy relationships with them. I have boundaries instead. I long for deep connections, shared history, loving acceptance and maybe that doesn't exist. I certainly haven't found it with anyone aside from my daughter. I was hopeful that I would forge a new relationship with the in laws after I split with Piper's father. I guess that's the irritation, that it just doesn't seem like it's possible or that they are interested. It makes me sad for Piper and for myself. I feel like I'm a good person but I begin to doubt it because of this lack of family. I feel it implies to others that I'm somehow soiled , or tarnished "her own family doesn't want her" they must think.

I suppose it doesn't truly matter. I have many loving relationships with good people who support me. At the end of the day isn't that what life is all about? I guess it's the Holiday's and all that Hallmark expectation and crap that's got me musing.

Bah! It's more fun to be an "outlaw" anyway!

Blog Hop: Random Thoughts

Special Needs Blog Hop. This weeks topic? Random thoughts.

1. I don't know what to do about Christmas visitation for Pie's Dad and I'm having a hard time being reasonable and instead want to jump up and down and say "mine mine mine" over and over. Yeah, I'm real mature like that.

2. I've ordered most of Pie's presents from Amazon and I don't understand wtf they are doing with all that packaging! I got ONE item in a box big enough to put a herd of small dogs inside.

3. I'm imagining a herd of small dogs.

4. Mama got a surprise early Christmas present from a dear out of state friend and it was like she read my mind! Love you Jodels!

5. uhhhhh....

6. I have a poseable bacon toy.

7. Pie saw a picture of Santa and exclaimed "It's Santa!" with such delight it has made my week.

Piperisms

(After re homing one of our cats)


Me: We only have three cats now.

Piper: We had four yesterday?

Me: Yup

Piper: That was a long time ago.

Blemish

Piper is newly facinated with me. All of a sudden her focus has shifted to outside herself and she seems to be noticing the outside world. This new (awesome) development is coupled with a poorly timed event for me. PMS.  I apologize to any male readers, but PMS happens, and the lovely hormones that make us desirable the rest of the time go into overdrive. One result: my monthly blemish. OK, let's not pull any punches.  It's not a blemish, it's a zit. Whoever decided to give us the false expectation that we should suddenly become blemish free as adults ought to be punished. But I digress, back to our story.

I have a huge zit on my chin.  It's red irritated and gignatic. Piper takes note and begins to question me about it. I explain as best I can. She is horrified!  Especially when I start to tell her that she will have them one day too. Big mistake. For the next hour she lamented her fate. She bargained, she refused to grow up at one point saying " I will not have a zit NEVER!"  I had no idea that her skin meant so much to her!

Days later, we were visitng a local grocery when we ran into an old friend, C, who also happens to be single and handsome and employed. Pie announced our arrival in her ususal way, asking me questions very loudly. She has no idea how to modulate her voice and her default volume is about a dozen decibles louder than normal conversation. C hears us and waves from another area of the store. I wave back--hey it's only polite--and we make our way to his area of the store. Piper decides to visit a display of colorful gourds nearby while C and I exchange plesantries. She wanders back after a  moment carrying a big lumpy gourd and declares "look Mommy it has a zit just like you!" OH. My. Goodness. I turn back to C and try to move the conversation in another direction, but it's too late.  This is Pipers show now.

Pie: "Who is your friend?"

Me: "This is C, Pie. He knew you as a baby"

Pie : "Did you change my diaper when I was a baby?"

C (visibly embarassed): " No, just friends"

Pie: "Mom are you going to kiss him?"

Me (omg omg omg): "No we're not kissing friends, just friends Pie"

At this moment I am so embarrased I stammer some kind of polite goodbye (I hope) and make a hasty retreat.

This is how I learned that Piper is a horrible wingman.

Special Needs Blog Hop

Ok here we go, I've never done this before and I'm ready to blow my amature status!

This blog hop is about accomplishments and I have a BIG one to share.

Piper recently had a dental appointment. It's been a full year since her last one because it was so horrible for both of us and we got little accomplished. This visit it was a whole new ball game. My baby has new skills and tools to use, her language has blossomed and she can communicate her needs and wants with out any help from Mom. She was engaged, compliant and didn't need the half dozen or so supports and modifications I had planned or brought.  She got her xrays and her teeth cleaned. She asked questions. YES questions! Which is an accomplishment all on it's own.  She loved seeing her xrays (although she was a bit disappointed that we couldn't get pics of her whole body).

 We both left the Dental office smiling and happy. Stress FREE!