bastardized invitation courtesy of evite.com Over the holiday weekend (which I was SURE I would not survive), we received an invite from our good friends the Popritkins for a Thanksgiving leftovers luncheon. Clever idea, huh? I hope to make it a tradition, as long as it’s mostly their leftovers of course. I can’t
I started running a few weeks ago. I figured why not try to start moving seeing as my job of parenting J.R. & Jackson requires me to stay in tip-top shape. Not that NEVER EVER getting to sit down isn’t a workout in itself. Okay let’s be honest. The only reason why I started running
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
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
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
