OK, enough with the gushing!

I know, I know...it's annoying. But in light of my previous post (where I mentioned how sweet Loryn told me she loved me), I'm celebrating a bit.

Yes, another Rufus video. NO, it has nothing to do with Autism, or my kids, or unschooling, or homeschooling, or what-have-you.

It just makes ME happy, and it's my blog and all that. Don't watch, I don't care. DON'T fall in love with this delicious gay man...goddess knows one 35 year old, married Mom to four, rabid fan is enough.

The poor baby.

Oh, BTW...Happy (Gay) Friday!

Autism: The Musical

If you subscribe to HBO, you should really catch this documentary. If you don't subscribe to HBO, you should...at least for the month, just so you can maybe catch it. ;-) I think it's available on HBO On Demand now.

EDITED 4/1/08: I just found that Autism: The Musical is available online! Check it out!

Dear God. I cried through the whole thing. I even laughed through some of it! And I fell in love with Wyatt, a sweetheart of a kid with a bully at school and a penchant for the word "dick" (he's the first little boy in the clip, on the swing). A couple of the kids reminded me of Ash, but it was Loryn I kept thinking about, and the big questions that the film brought home for us: What happens when Dave and I are gone? Will she ever have "real" communication? Will she ever live on her own? Is it enough, just to love her the way she is?

One of the questions I've asked myself ever since she was little, and we knew Autism before we got the official word from the docs: Will she ever say, "I love you, Mommy"?

The answer is yes. Yes. YES! Two nights ago, out of the blue, she told me she loved me.

So, there's that.

Thursday Happiness

What can I say? I love me some chubby, bearded comedian ass.

S'okay...Dave knows all about my secret boyfriend(s).

Overheard this evening

from Ashlyn, our sweet, eight year old Pyxie girl:

"Whew! Loryn...you smell like poop. And not the good kind, either!".


I'll admit...I laughed so much. Leave it to Ash to say something like this. I, for one, never realized that there was a "good kind" of poop smell. Some poops definitely smell better than others (or, should I say, some are less offensive smelling than others), but I'm not sure where she got this particular bit of info.

*CLARIFICATION* I just asked Ashlyn what she meant earlier, when she said that. She informed me that there are "Golden Poops", (I'm capitalizing, because she made it sound like a proper noun situation) and those are the best kinds, and the one that Loryn had done was definitely not a Golden Poop (emphasis hers).

Well, boy do I feel like an idiot. I had no idea. ;-)



Ash also told her first "real" fib yesterday, about her long fingernails and the fact that her Dad had cut them for her (he hadn't...she bit her fingernails, because she didn't want us to cut them with clippers).

I don't think she lied to get out of trouble, or anything like that. She knows we don't care if she bites her nails (she used to do it all the time, because the sensory overload of the fingernail clippers was too much for her). I think she just had fun telling her story. When I found out that Dave hadn't cut her nails, she giggled and immediately said, "Oh, I forgot...it was Shelby". (?)


Also tonight, Tori told me "I can't wait till I'm 10!"...and a split second later, "When do you think I'll get my period?"!

Dear Gawd.

Happy Spring!

Happy Spring! Happy Easter! Happy EVERYTHING!

Cute pic, cute kids...

I shot this when the four girls were in the back of Big Daddy's truck, hanging out before we left Danville.