Month: April 2015

Garden Gnomes

This morning Truman woke the whole house up at 5:00 AM, screaming for a bobby (ie, a bottle of warm milk.) Is he a newborn? No, he is three and a half. And we are tired of doing this every night. So we gave him a cracker and a drink of water, and he responded by wailing for the next…

Parenting is Weird

Yes, it’s magical. But having children is also the weirdest.  Today Charlie asked me if President Obamer (sic) is dead and can he (Obamer) be on the one dollar bill. He also wants to know what all the buildings and symbols are on the one, five, ten, twenty, and hundred dollar bills.  “Why does the Lincoln Memorial have a statue?”…

Loss

Here are the things that are making this Spring Break week tolerable and even kind of fabulous for me: Jack’s Day Camp. The big, new, beautiful facility where Jack plays games and does crafts, interacts with staff and peers, and hangs out in the sensory room is to us what the manna in the wilderness was to the children of…

Weirdly Beautiful: Home Edition

More weird/lovely pics have popped up in my in box and I LOVE THEM.   Archie sent this photo of his family in their NYC apartment. He wrote, “Since we have a one bedroom apartment in a Harlem brownstone, our home has 2 rooms: the bedroom and the big room. The big room has our kitchen, our table, our elliptical,…

Climb Every Pyramid

Remember how I invited people to send me pics that show the weird & beautiful parts of your life? Well I did, and I want them. Stick it on Instagram (@to_our_survival #tooursurvival) or email me (meganwgoates@gmail.com). Surely you have something strange and wonderful to show me from your Easter weekend, right? Of course you do.  Heather T., who is famous…

Life. Beautiful. Weird.

I think I need to clarify my last post. Anyone can submit an image of the beautiful yet weird life. You don’t need to have special needs children. You just need to be alive and human.  I would list examples, but our lives are all so different that I don’t know what strange, lovely things fill your world. Aren’t you…

life is beautiful, even when it’s weird

Spring is making me feel like a pale green bud. Yes, it’s very clichéd. I KNOW. But it’s nice, feeling fresh and alive.  We seem to have shed our winter’s angst. Jack (knock on wood) seems to have returned to his nonviolent, happy ways. The days are light and the air smells like hope and memories. On another note, this…