So anyone who follows my Twitter feed will know that we’ve been having a problem of late with the Monster having more meltdowns than usual, if that wasn’t obvious from yesterday’s post. He’s been up several of the preceding nights… and it’s honestly been worse during the day.
Of late, he’s been obsessing about riding in the car. I don’t know what’s brought it about, but he’s been insisting more and more on getting in the car for a bit, and being taken for a ride before bed. And then lately, it’s turned into a constant thing – we get out of the car, come inside, and he wants another car ride. Continue reading
It’s hard, sometimes, to get folks to realize that the Monster is – at least according to the law – disabled.
As I emphasize everywhere, and as most of us parents in this situation emphasize, the Monster is for all intents and purposes a “normal” child. He runs, he plays in the water, he can climb structures. He has full use of all of his senses, even if sometimes his voice is more the matter of shrieks and yelling. Continue reading
It’s been that kind of weekend.
So yesterday, we had a get-together for the wife’s Mommies’ board, and we were then off to a cookout at her sister’s house. This seemed fairly straight-forward and fun to me – we’d go over to the get-together (where the kids could get into bathing suits and splash around, and have cupcakes) and then zip down the 90 or so minutes to the cookout where they could gorge themselves on hot dogs. What’s not to like? Continue reading