Any parent of a child that is not yet speaking – whether that child is special needs or not – has encountered the “mystery crying.” This phenomenon happens when a child starts to cry and yet you have no idea why. And not just a “tired” cry or a “mad” cry – it’s the “something-is-actually-wrong-or-hurt” type of cry.
Melanie did it twice this morning. (more…)
Author’s note: I am sick and tired of “experts” and anti-vaccination wackos’ attempts at forcing a non-existing link between the MMR vaccination and autism. If you are one of the aforementioned evangelists of improper childhood care then please keep reading so I can throw a ton of references into your field of view in an attempt educate your sorely misinformed fear.
I originally wrote this article, read it, then re-wrote it as I realized how “mad” I sounded. The lines above were kept as I wanted to convey my personal and extreme frustration with the irresponsible spread of misinformation regarding links to MMR vaccinations and autism. If you are one doubting the saftey and benefits of vaccinations, please read this. A quick legal note: I’m not a doctor – I’m a parent. Always consult your pediatrician or family doctor on proper medical planning for your children.
Well, there’s snow on the ground. That means two little girls are itching to play in it. So here we go…
The following is a tale of epic proportions – the accounting of a brave couple for which they made the intentional decision to pack their 4-year-old and 7-year-old into a minivan and travel millions of miles (OK… hundreds… but it didn’t feel that way) to visit family in a mysterious land far, far away… Oklahoma.
It cannot be said for certain if this story is true or the creative ranting of a man trying to make sense of reality through the practice of fictitious storytelling, but perhaps you will find your own truth in the text that follows… the truth is out there…. (Fox, don’t sue me…)
We just got back from a vacation to Oklahoma and Gramps allowed some of the cousins to pilot the boat around Lake Murray. Michaela loved it and even felt compelled to… um… move the experience along… (Let’s just say that her observant little eyes figured out what the throttle does…)