It was bedtime in our house. We had just finished family story time in 5 year old Miss M's room. I was across the hall, laying with sleep-resisting, 2 year old, Mr. O while Hubby read one more book to our big kids; Miss M and 4 year old, Mr. C. Mr. O was almost … Continue reading Overcoming Social Obstacles: Shimmering & Shining my Little Girl’s Social Life
I was enjoying 45 seconds alone in the bathroom with the door locked (Ha! I'm getting smarter!) when I heard blood-curdling screams and hysterical cries from the family room. They weren't the cries that indicate a bumped head, a stubbed toe, decapitation or a severed limb... these cries meant something far worse... someone wasn't getting … Continue reading Managing Big Emotions: Learning to Control our Inner “Fire Power” Because in a World of Marios, Somebody’s Got to Be Luigi
It was a typical Thursday afternoon in February except that was feeling more stressed than usual, worrying about things that didn't need to be worried about and I was just feeling low. I had just picked the kids up from school and we were now at Nana's house to pick up Mr. O. It was … Continue reading Love, Food, Photos…Enough is as Good as a Feast
Two days after surviving my very first mammogram, I received a call back from the mammography clinic. The friendly receptionist informed me that the radiologist has requested that I come back for additional imaging. My heart sank. Okay... I replied and then requested the next available appointment that they had. "I will put you in … Continue reading The Dreaded Mammo Callback
My very first mammogram...and what to expect when you go for yours!
My 5 year old, Miss M and 4 year old, Mr. C got to attend Ash Wednesday mass at church with their school today. Here is their story... Me: Did you guys get to go to church today? M&C: Yes!!! M: They put ashes on our heads just like you said! C: But mine came … Continue reading My Kinders on Ash Wednesday…
It makes my heart pound and my palms sweat as I think back to these dark days. Dark days That I've pushed behind me, slamming the door closed, locking it and pressing my back against it in relief while slumping to the floor with my head and my hands, fatigued, unsure, afraid that it would overcome me again.