Parenting

Lovesick

Sick cute. One of the perks of J.R.’s autism is his out of whack (as in super-immune) immune system.  For some reason the kid RARELY gets sick.  I honestly think it’s God’s way of throwing The Vannattas a bone, because when a bug does penetrate his candy-coated shell, LOOK OUT!  The worst part?  My memory

The Boogie Men

I am pretty sure I have already mentioned how hard it is for someone like me to raise someone like J.R.  I think I am easy to please (my husband's wallet may strongly object to that statement) and it doesn't take much to turn me on.  Really!   Just noticing double Box Tops for Education rewards

STOP TO LOVE

Anyone who knows me knows that I go at one speed- nonstop.  I get that most moms rarely sit down, but my mind wouldn’t let my body relax even if it wanted to. There’s just so much to do, and so much to think about in the moments between. There’s the carpooling, the shopping, the cleaning, the

Wrestling with Typical

Let me tell you a little bit about my typical three and a half year old, Jackson.  What a nut. When I picked him up from school yesterday I asked him what he ate for lunch and his response was “fart pizza.”  He was so impressed with his own joke that he laughed hysterically for

Thanks, But No Thanks

Raising a child with autism is like being shoved on to a roller coaster when you are afraid of heights. FYI, I am PETRIFIED of heights. Raising a child with autism is also a never-ending mind screw.  Just when you think you know what you’re doing, you’re proven dead wrong.  Ask me how many times

Picture Imperfect

a rare pic of my children sharing the same space Trying to be on the ball for once this year, I scheduled a holiday photo session for this past Saturday.  Like most South Floridians who live in total denial that the weather will dip below 85, I waited until Friday morning to come

Not Your Average, Average Kid

Yesterday we received J.R.’s report card.  Basically he earned all C’s (well except that "A" in P.E., duh!).  Average.  Okay give me a minute to breathe that in.  Average. J.R., unlike an average, average six-year old child, has been graded from a very early age.  When we wondered why he couldn’t put two syllables together at