A couple of months ago, I asked Joshua what kind of party he wanted for his 4th birthday. (4th!! AHH!) “Mario!!” Uh, okay, kid. Way to make this difficult-ish. Good thing I love to throw a party. To say that Joshua is obsessed and in love with all things Super Mario Brothers is a bit…
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Just Like a Rolling Stone
I’ll just go ahead and warn you now, this post involves bodily functions. Mine. They’re only involved because they are the entire context of the story and without them there would BE no story, but I felt I should forewarn you so that those among you who would clutch your pearls at the mention of…
The boy in the pink hat
Today my son wore a pink hat in public. A bright, glaring pink hat he called a cowboy hat. He was awesome. It was with the Easter items in the Dollar Spot at Target. He tossed a purple one at Emma’s head and donned the pink one himself and off he went to look at…
Brain Flotsam
I started this post last night and the direction it was taking was not where I wanted it to go. It’s still not where I want it mostly because I don’t know where it’s going other than out of my brain. All of these things have happened over the past few weeks and they are…
The “Diagnosis”
Several of you asked for information about Joshua’s visit with the occupational therapist, specifically his diagnosis. Here’s the thing: We don’t have one. When I spoke to his pediatrician and asked her about the evaluation process, she informed me that the American Academy of Pediatrics has removed Sensory Processing Disorder from its diagnostics, which meant…