Sunday, May 31, 2009
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Friday, May 29, 2009
She was awesome, by the way! My beautiful, D, had her very first, wonderful recital tonight. We were all celebrating some amazing art tonight! Good job!!! I love you, D!!!
I wore a beautiful apron that my beautiful friend gave me (for Christmas), today. I just couldn't take it off. I felt inspired, pretty, and feminine. I got a lot accomplished today, as well! This apron isn't my apron, but the look is pretty much the same. Something about wearing it all day today was just right. I think some sixth grade boys may have been making fun of my tonight as I ware it to my daughter's piano recital -- but what did they know about style? About creativity and artistry?
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Ok, so I didn't take this picture! It's a good one though from Degas... I teach ballet to four and five year old girls. I love it. I'm not a rock-star at it or anything like that, I just love to dance; and love-love-love ballet! Today was one of the girl's last class. She is moving back to Denmark with her parents, who were only here for one year. This child is so sweet, and brave. She didn't speak English yet, being only four when she started the class, and she was in a new country, a new environment, in an English speaking class that speaks (what I call) "Ballet French". Imagine how scary that can be?! She is still quiet, but understands (quite well) Ballet French, and English. I really adore this little girl. She gave me flowers to thank me for teaching her this year. They were my first "teacher" flowers. I'm so touched!!! I even cried. Praise God for these little opportunities I have to touch other people's lives.
On other updates: A has a NEW contract on her house! Yea!!! T is still kind of loopy/crazy, but doing well. He is STILL awake-- and it's late. The girls and I had crazy night (four hours at the studio taking and teaching dance and yoga).
Monday, May 25, 2009
Sunday, May 24, 2009
I am sleepy. I'm awake (at 6:15) with K, the five year old, and my dad, who naturally wakes up around 4-5 am every day. Even on the weekends, when he can sleep in he doesn't. Well, my daughter just loves to be the only on up with him. I'm not sleeping so well, for probably many reasons, but one I know for sure: I miss my fan. I forgot a noise maker. I have gotten so used to white noise to go to sleep, that when it is absent, I can't sleep without it. The background is so important!!!
I am actually trying to draw a parallel, here. What goes on in the background of our lives is so important to make us comfortable, to make us reasonable! If we don't get enough sleep, we are crabby. If we don't get enough attention, we feel unvalidated. If we have been brought up with negativity in our lives, we tend to be negative, or even feel unloved. I know for me, when I don't have enough time to pray or go to church, I feel edgy, frantic, and without peace. I really desire and need HIS peace. I'm always praying for peace. For contentment is that feeling that makes everything better.
It is beautiful up here in the mountains. I went for a very long, challenging hike yesterday with JUST my husband. It was so fun, and important for us to be together. We got to talk... communicate. Fun, sweet and challenging.
T continues to do well. He is hitting his anger phase of loss. That being said, it could be a lot worse. I'll take floppy behavior. I'll take some slight anger. It's the aggressive mean-ness I'm hoping to avoid. He is missing his food! He wants chocolate (most of us know what it is like to want that and not be able to have it). He is, however, hanging in there!
Everyone is having fun with the cousins. The five of them love to be together. They are all so fun and cute, if not a little loud sometimes. It is humbling to see my children, and my brother's children, together. They all look a little alike!
It's hopefully going to be a pool day, today. We will get some sun between thunderstorms, it seems. Isn't that the story of our lives?!
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Friday, May 22, 2009
I had the best idea: I was going to post pictures of my trip up to this BEAUTIFUL place in the Blue Ridge Mountains and post the pictures to my blog page. Unfortunately, I have an old computer, and an older camera, and forgot a USB port, so I can't transfer the pictures from camera to computer. Bummer, huh? Well, I think so, too. So I'll post them when I get back home. In the meantime, enjoy my post (:
The son, detoxing, apparently, from gluten, peanuts and chocolate is doing well. He is VERY floppy. And really silly. He is also very ticky or stimmy -- we say that in our autistic world. He is flapping and picking and pacing. He has low tone in the morning, and is under-sensitive. We have to put off fire crackers to get him out of bed sometimes (not really, don't call CPS). He gets more sensitive as the day progresses. But yesterday was just really floppy. Today, too.
"Are you hot, shall I take your sweatshirt off?" --Me, speaking, it's 88 degrees out.
He stares for a full 20 seconds before answering. "I don't know... I don't know how I feel. I'm going to spray paint A's (The one hopefully selling her house still, even though I don't want her to go, and moving) house. "
"Well, then she won't be able to move. She can't sell her house if it has graffiti on it."
"No. Absolutely. Not. That is vandalism. Vandalism is bad."
My son is so intuitive sometimes, and the timing is perfect. I'm thinking about making him read that book called The Rules. It's about a sister who gives her autistic brother rules to follow. OOPS... He IS reading it now. I got it from the library and he hadn't touched it until this moment. Interesting, isn't it? We won't know until after the holiday if the house is still selling or not. Keep praying. please.
My middle child, D, 8 going on 16 was soooo helpful getting us ready to go out of town today. It strikes me that she is so sweet and helpful while surrounded by the chaos of May. Surrounded by siblings that are challenging. Surrounded by parents that are challenging, too. My beautiful girl always rises to the occasion and I praise God for the privilege of raising her. I really hope I don't let anyone down!
It's so nice to be on Vacation. I don't have to clean or dust or vacuum (I'm a bit obsessed with these things at home. Especially now that we KNOW there are allergies. It could be worse, right?), and I don't feel like I always have something to do. Nice, isn't it? I think so. Even though I'm not really on vacation... I get to rest from the daily stuff. I'm going to enjoy just being. I'm going to enjoy the family.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
"Do you remember what Daddy is Wearing?" -- I am walking with the five year old. She is adorable (it makes it easier that she is sooooo cute). We have lost my husband and the 8 year old while shopping at Wal-mart. I turned to pick up a movie I thought he would like, turned around, and they were gone. This is supposed to happen with children, not husbands. So there we were, the five year old and I, hand in hand, searching through aisles in Wal-mart.
"He is wearing a blue shirt, and blue pants. And he has short, spiky hair."
I smile now, even though we are both on the verge of tears. She is scared he has left us, and I am angry that he has disappeared. She is worried- in her sweet five year old way, and I am trying not to lose it (with the situation, and her drama). Right at the breaking point (of frustration), I get the break. AndI smile. Isn't that what we all hope for? A break and a smile! Preferably with Godiva Chocolate. Truffles are my favorite.
So, we find him and the middle child. They have wandered over to toys, and, of course, they are both having fun. My drama child starts running toward him and in his "playfulness" he runs away. MELTDOWN. The five year old is not the autistic child, by the way... OK, so now I am deep breathing -because I am angry, and heartbroken that feelings are getting hurt.
What do I do?
I think Men really may be from Mars, sometimes (that is meant to be funny -- I know they come from God... but wait, God created everything, so Maybe it was Mars day when He got the inspiration for men). However, what I want to write about is perspective. I lacked my husband's perspective (angry that I first walked away from him), he lacked my perspective (I was doing something for him), and the grown-ups lacked the kids' perspective (5 year old wants a bike, and 9 year old wants to just go home).
Perspective is hard stuff. As I get frustrated (lately with ,about, everything), I realize I need perspective. As I pray for my friends and family, I find myself trying to feel their feelings. At the end of the day, it isn't so very hard, in prayer, to put myself in others shoes... it is just during the day-- with everything going on that I get anxious. We all could use perspective! All the time! I pray for more of it for myself. I also pray for more of it for all the women in my life whom are mothers and wives. Did I mention that I think this is HARD stuff?!
Continue to pray for my maybe-moving-to-live-near-the-vampires- friend (I should really mention that I like, totally, LIKE the Twilight books). She is really struggling. Thanks, Mom, for the continued support. (Check out her blog). Thanks, Shanda, for being my first follower!! So exciting! So encouraging!
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Today, everyone seems to be recovering from yesterday! Everyone had some sort of malaise, and I have to admit, I just wasn't too sympathetic. Perhaps I'll try harder tomorrow (to be more sympathetic, that is). So -- we ran a lot of errands, and tried to remain positive about our new diet restrictions. The whole family is affected! No quick runs into McDonald's, because I don't know what is gluten-free. Perhaps we'll save money (which is good, and we can laugh, but in a pinch, it is a hard choice to be hungry). So, as I type with no real plan in mind of what I want to type about; I realize that making tough choices is just another fact of life. Not trying to whine, it's just overwhelming.
Speaking of overwhelming... My friend, the one moving to (beautiful-- get to have neighbors like the Cullens-- lucky) Seattle, needs lots of prayers. She just found out that they may not be able to close on their house tomorrow. There has been a TON of pondering today! WHY is it that, at the last minute, the sale of their house (which went beautifully), is falling through? WHY, literally, they are supposed to close tomorrow, do they get (today) deal -breaking information? Why? PRAY for her.
Also --- thanks again to my mom (really a hip lady) for supporting me and my whining, and the overwhelming desire to be supermom. I need to let a few things go... laugh out loud.
Our funny quote from the 12 year old:
"Why do you want a cell phone?" (Dad)
"So I can carry google in my pocket!" (without hesitation)
"what?!" (Mom --I didn't hear google)
"You know, I ask questions, you don't have answers, I can just pull google out of my pocket!"
We laughed sooo hard!
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
Ok... Just because this is hilarious! Thanks to Just a Girl for sharing it on her blog. I'm trying to be creative, and a bit silly. My pictures and posts are only going to improve! This is dedicated to all the Mommies! Happy belated Mother's Day! And to one of my bestest friends whom I spoke with tonight, "See! You are loved and wanted!" Even hard days are good days, even at the end of the day!