Month: September 2016

Things That Happened This Weekend

Truman screamed when we wouldn’t stop at McDonald’s. This was as we left a lunch gathering with cousins where he did not eat. Henry, in the spirit of appeasing his little bro through the art of subtle manipulation, looked at the McDonald’s we were driving by and said, “That’s not McDonald’s. It’s Shick Shonald’s.” “Oh,” said Truman, cowed and silenced.…

Pliability

Charlie informed us last week that he no longer gets out of the left door of the van. Ever. Sorry, nope. He will only exit to the right, thank you very much. We learned that he is repulsed by the red booster seat and refuses to touch it, or “chutch” it (Truman’s word for “touch”). Truman, fortunately, doesn’t have a…

A little bird told me

I’ve been having these little thoughts that Jeff and I should read scriptures with Henry in the morning before school. Mornings are insane, and he’s hard to drag out of bed, so I wasn’t sure this idea would really work. Also, Jack usually poops in his room and generates tons of pee laundry, and tries to flush toys and toothbrushes down…

Alternate Life

I washed my car yesterday, so it’s raining, currently. This is one of those big, windy squalls that creeps, nay forbodes across the looming Wasatch Range of a late afternoon in the summer and fall. Timp was shadowy, shrouded in mist as I drove the boys to therapy after school. Charlie wailed 75% of the way there, because he hates Tuesdays…

Segullah: Faint Lines

I wrote a rather lengthy essay for Segullah’s journal about my process of accepting my boys’ disabilities. It was published in the September issue of the journal, which you can find here. As I read through this piece today, I had a moment of contemplation wherein I wondered if my stuff gets tiresome for people to read. Is it all just more…

A Few Observations About Autism

Voice Volume Anomalies are a Thing. Some of my people use a volume of voice that is wrong (i.e. extremely loud) in most situations. When I remind them to use a quiet voice, they stage whisper. This means we either have “bullhorn loud” or “still-loud stage whisper.” Both can be heard from a couple miles away. Autism Rejects Change. Case…

The Bookmobile is Back

I’m happy to report that whatever my brain was doing when it went walkabout for all those months (those many months when I couldn’t read books because I couldn’t focus on them) seems to have worked itself out. The brain is back, baby. Well, sort of. This morning I prepped Jack’s meds before he woke. I made hash browns and…

Renewal

After posting my very very super deep thoughts on life and challenges on Friday, I had the worst Saturday ever with Jack, which is essentially a regular Saturday (insert cringe-face emoji). It was long and hard. Jack could not be placated. The day went from Jack shredding papers in my car to Jack peeing off the deck to Jack breaking all…

Daily Meditation

My friend Shirley said something on Sunday that has stayed with me this week. She was giving a lesson on peace in relief society and told a random little side story about a time when she was walloped with trials in her younger years. Prior to that time, she said, she saw challenges as merely “things to get through.” It wasn’t…

Before This

It’s one of those days. The kind where Jack is amped up on a hormonal hyperactivity cocktail. Where it’s gray outside and gray in my head. Where I found a big poop on the deck. Where Truman is screaming about basically everything. Where I’m unsure how everyone everywhere accomplishes so many things because I am just muddling through. All of it.…