A few days ago, Veda decided to break Jude out of jail (crib) while we were still sleeping. We usually keep them fairly quarantined during the night because we are always so worried about them wandering, so this was quite the accomplishment. Little Houdini. I woke up to the sound of the kids playing downstairs and was a little shocked! I also realized that I had overslept and I had a meeting to get to. Quickly, I woke Ryan up to go downstairs and see what the kids were doing. In the process, I heard the faint sound of the fridge door closing, which is basically every parent’s worst nightmare.
I can’t figure out when I decided that I absolutely love everything about the “Back to School” time of year. A part of me feels like it’s something I’ve always loved, and thinking back- I can’t really remember a time when I was not happy about going back to school! It may be that fall is right around the corner, which happens to be my favorite time of year. I can smell the pumpkin spice and caramel as I’m writing this, and it makes me want to put on a sweater and turn on Hocus Pocus. Beyond that, though, I think there is something so refreshing about starting school. It’s a time of reflection, and a time to make some new goals.
Have you ever been to a favorite things party? I have ALWAYS wanted to go to one! So, when my cute friend Dani invited me to her Favorite Things Party I was so excited!! Dani and I met in cosmetology school years and years ago. I always say that hair school friends are like sisters. They have seen you at your worst, you have been through it all together (including every hair color), and you most likely have ruined each others hair and/or nails at one time or another. I can go years without seeing my girls and we can always pick up right where we left off!
We have been going through a bit of a rough patch with Veda and Jude. Veda is the epitome of a mean big sister and Jude is the most sensitive little guy on the planet. He is either giggling to the point of hiccups or having a total cry fest. So, the two of them together is usually a recipe for disaster!
Super Bowl Sunday and I have a love/hate relationship. The truth is, I don’t get football. I try so hard to care and I just don’t! Maybe if my mom brain could hold one more iota of information…just kidding, no. I still don’t care. If I could summon an incurable disease that conveniently descended upon me at approximately 4 pm on Super Bowl Sunday and dissipated around 9 pm, I probably would. The only, and I mean THE ONLY, time that the Super Bowl is semi-tolerable is during the commercials and half-time (I’m looking at you Lady Gaga- make it worth my while, girl!). Then there is the Super Bowl party. I can’t wait to go to someone’s house to chase my kids around and keep them from breaking things while my husband watches football. So fun. Like honestly, where do I sign up?
A few weeks ago I wrote about Veda having autism for the first time publicly. It was somewhat nerve-wracking, not because I am ashamed by any means, but saying it out loud and publicly makes it more real. Being the mom of a child with autism can be challenging, but it also has been my greatest joy. Veda brings so much laughter and happiness to our home (as you will see below!). I have so many thoughts that I want to share, and many have asked about how I felt when she was diagnosed. Those are all feelings and experiences that I do want to share and will share. However, our journey with autism did not start 8 months ago. We knew the diagnosis in our hearts much sooner than we ever saw it on paper.
I’ve had a serious case of writers block today. Most days what I want to write just comes to me, almost like an actual light bulb in my brain. This post has been different. I feel like I have so much to say, and yet nothing is coming. So I’m going to write what is on my mind right now. I usually call it word barf, but for some reason that seems unappealing so maybe we’ll go with word trail mix. Minus the raisins.
This post has been a surprisingly difficult one to write! It is so hard to do this topic justice, though I’m sure this is only the first of many posts. I was so privileged to grow up with my amazing sister who was born with spina bifida when I was 3 years old. It wasn’t always fun, and it wasn’t always easy, but I always felt like we were so lucky. I admired the strength of my incredible mother. She never complained and was always positive. Her example was a shining one and still influences my daily life, though in a different way than I had anticipated.
I turned 30 twenty-two minutes ago. You guys, I just turned 30! What is my life? I am pretty sure that last year I turned 21, so where have I been the last nine years? Oh yeah, kids. And laundry. That’s where I’ve been. Ha! I very clearly remember the day my mom turned 30, and I remember thinking that she was so old. Now that I am here it feels so surreal. In fact, I woke up this morning to several happy birthday messages (which I absolutely adored) and actually had to call my husband to ask him if it was in fact my birthday and if I had somehow missed the last glorious day of my 20’s. It honestly felt like I was either losing my mind, or that I was right in the middle of a Twilight Zone episode. Side note- does the fact that I know what the Twilight Zone is make me old?? (Curse you Disney for changing the Tower of Terror!)