What are you doing!?!

You can't really see what Rowan is doing. I walked into Brenna's room to see him throwing and whacking at a hummingbird wind chime that hangs from the ceiling fan. When I asked him what he was doing he responded;
"Mommy, I'm making beautiful rain shines"

Kids kids the slugs are back!

My family's favorite comic when I was a child was "The Far Side". Don't ask me why but my brother & I just got a kick out of this one where a family was outside and slugs were all over the place. The caption was "Kids, kids, the slugs are back!" We'd bust up laughing when we'd see a slug and repeat that line. I'll make a link to it if I can find the comic. This evening Brenna went into the play room and on the floor was a huge slug. I couldn't resist! Especially after she got down on the floor and started to pat it like it was a pet. Don't worry she helped Daddy find a spot in the garden for it.

Look, a bug!

Camping is so much fun when you can find real live bugs that don't know enough to run away. Rowan was having a blast running around until he saw a spider 2 inches from his face! He screamed and clung to me for a little while but as you can see he got over it quick when he saw this bug.

We went camping fairly close to home. It was only a 45 minute drive from home and very close to emergency services if we had need of them. We didn't know how close we were to needing them. The marshmallows were delicious, but I wish we knew we should have been giving her a bolus at the time. I really, really wanted to believe the doctor when he said Brenna didn't have diabetes. This camping trip was the same evening that we took her to the doctor to try and find out why she was peeing so much. I changed her diaper 3 times that night.

StoryTime!

This is one of my favorite pictures of my boys. They are sitting on the StoryTime rug at the Keyes Library. They visited me when I was working there as Branch Manager.

Crafty. . .

'Tis the season to be crafty. Fa la la la and all that rot. I want to get together with friends to do crafts and stuff but it never seems to work out. That sucks. I'm planning a Sangria Craft Fest '06 and hoping this will entice my wayward friends. I've never had sangria so I'll get something like margaritas as a backup. So, if you're a friend reading this give me a time and date and I'll provide the designated driver.

Hopefully, I'll be getting together with some friends from work next week for crafts & stuff - sans alcohol. That should be fun! My husband says I need to get out of the house more. At home, I'm either a translator or a pancreas (well, at least it feels that way) and it was nice to get out and spend some time at Borders Books with the New Mommies from work.

Hope your season is crafty!

Who are the drugs for?

At a recent IEP (individual education plan) meeting at my son's school the school Psychologist suggested putting my son on drugs to help with his condition. This is the same woman who has never observed any abnormal behavior from my son while visiting his classroom. She is one of the main people against giving him an aide to help him in class. The reason? Having an aide would be a "restrictive enviornment" and they must let him learn in the "least restrictive enviornment". Wouldn't putting him on drugs be more invasive than having a person beside him telling him that he need not pull his pants down to his knees to scratch his butt? Drugs won't change the fact that he DOESN'T GET IT. Social mistakes that other children need to do only once he will repeat until the connection in his brain is made. And that will only happen in the heat of the moment when the teacher is busy with 19 other students. I can't be there to figure out what is going on and it doesn't help for me to "talk with him" about the situation 4 hours after the fact. So I ask the question: Who are the drugs for? My son? Or the school so they don't have to spend money helping my child? Arrrgh.