Sunday, January 30, 2011

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For Deeds

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 This week, there is an exciting new way to help Deeds! If you are just tuning in to Deeds' story, please read this before continuing with this week's update. Krispy Kreme has joined in the effort to raise funds for Deeds' custodial account. For a very low $12, you can purchase a Krispy Kreme card, which can be used 10 times to buy a dozen, get a dozen glazed free.

Seriously, just writing about this is making my mouth water. I LOVE Krispy Kreme. Who doesn't? And for that price, and for this cause, this is a deal you simply cannot pass up!

To purchase the Krispy Kreme card and support Donuts for Deeds, or for more information,  please leave a comment HERE or email dog4deeds@gmail.com. Deeds' parents are willing to mail these cards out of state. This is a win/win. Help Deeds, get donuts.

Know a college student that could use a smile? This is a great idea for a Valentine's Day "care package" to send to them! Perfect for teachers on Valentine's Day, too.. and you have to admit,it would be a LOT more desirable than the stale lollipop stuck through the included Teacher Valentine in that box of Barbie cards you got at the Wal Mart for $3.88. Also consider your child's therapists, and other service providers. These people are the ones who help us to help our monsters, and there is not a big enough gift in the world for that.

Make a list of all the people you would like to surprise with a Krispy Kreme card and order them today.It's quick and easy, and supports a cause near and dear to all our hearts.

Thanks, Krispy Kreme, for literally sweetening the deal!
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Sunrise

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The photographer of this gorgeous sunrise was so moved by it, he stopped the truck he was driving just to take the picture. I don't know the photographer, or the location, but it's the closest to MY sunrise today that  I could find.

This morning, after a rude 530am awakening by #6, I couldn't get back to sleep. So I decided to work a little. Know what happens here at 7am? Sunrise. The most gorgeous sunrise ever, in shades of deep purple and fuschia. It brought to mind this quote:

"Tomorrow is fresh, with no mistakes in it."
L.M. Montgomery (Anne of Green Gables
Well, it's officially tomorrow, and I haven't made any mistakes yet.  I'm kind of liking that I haven't made any mistakes yet! No one is awake to holler for Mom, there are no new messes to clean up, no one is having a meltdown, and the only sound besides the tapping of keys I'm making is the occasional hiss of the coffee pot.  This is pretty groovy!

But... I'm still allergic to getting up early. I may have to get a shot after enjoying THIS one so much!

Today's question: When is YOUR quiet time? Mine is usually very, VERY late at night. It's when I can accomplish the most.

This is a picture of the tail end of MY sunrise... and it doesn't do it any justice, at all.
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Saturday, January 29, 2011

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Sacred Family Saturday!

Is this YOU today?
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 Maybe THIS one is more appropriate?
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 It's Sacred Family Saturday! So, take the time to MAKE time with your family. It could be something like this
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Or something like this
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It doesn't really matter WHAT you do, as long as you do it... together! Happy Family Day, everyone! 
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Thursday, January 27, 2011

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The nightmare turned happy day

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This is not a religious picture. This is a picture of a parent who, like me, has to fight and scream and pull hair and beg and threaten VERY BAD THINGS in order to get therapies for their child with my county's early intervention people. This is a picture of someone who also has the same case coordinator, who SAYS she's working on it and passing along messages, until you find out.....she doesn't. This is a picture of a parent on the brink of surrender.THIS is a parent who asked a friend to come over and babysit for an hour so they could go far, far away and scream with frustration, anger and disbelief. I would say this is a picture of me, only it really isn't... but it's darn close!

Since last fall we have been trying to get Logan's OT back. Our OT quit, and early intervention just never felt the urge to give us another one. And so, last week, I had had enough. ENOUGH! I sat this woman down, and laid it out. I made several good points, which I had carefully thought about, and made notes on, before she arrived.
  • If *I* were the one refusing services like early intervention is, *I* could be charged with child abuse, on grounds of medical neglect. It's a fact. I could go to jail if I were charged.
  • Messages regarding the lack of OT were never passed on. Not even once.
  • phone calls and emails to the director of early intervention had no results, and in fact, the director told me that I would have to apply for SSI for Logan before I could have OT for him through early intervention. Then another time, she told me I would have to get a referral to another agency and be evaluated by a pediatric neurologist before OT could be approved. Yet another time, she told me Logan needed a hearing test first, though he had already had one and it was in his file.
  • Early intervention told me I would have to complete yet another evaluation, given by INTERNS, to determine whether Logan really needed OT, because the belief was that  I  was just trying to get services that were not appropriate.
So, I sat our lovely case coordinator down last week and laid down the law. I told her if I did not have contact from their OT, or an outsourced OT by Friday, the 27th, I would file child abuse charges and hire an attorney. On Monday, oh wonder of wonders, I got a phone call from Krista. And guess what?!?! She's an OT. For early intervention. She will start with him in February

I am more than thrilled. I am ecstatic. But I still don't understand. Why did it have to go this far? Why? Months and months and months of begging and pleading and fighting and finally, the threat of an attorney? Months of tears, watching Logan regress, with a case coordinator crying alongside me, who then went back to her office and did nothing.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

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More powerful than a locomotive......

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I find myself overwhelmed by the parents I have met one way or another through this blog. Parents who are warriors for their children, using their powers for good, not evil. Parents who get up every morning and get it done, even when they are sick, or exhausted, or just plain worn out, mentally from all the appointments with specialists and therapists and pediatricians.
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 So even though I was going to write about the nightmare turned happy day that getting Logan's Occupational Therapy has become, I thought I'd do this instead. All parents need a pat on the back, even if they DO feel  this powerful before every IEP meeting. I know *I* do.....*choke*
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"When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all up hill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don't give up though the pace seems slow--
You may succeed with another blow,
Success is failure turned inside out--
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far;
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit--
It's when things seem worst that you must not quit."
~ Unknown
quote from http://www.inspirationalspark.com/encouragement-quotes.html
To all the parents out there who inspire me, and a very VERY special set of parents to a darling little boy and a gorgeous little girl, you can do it! I'm here in the background, cheering you on, even though you can't see me. You may THINK it's high blood pressure pounding in your head as you clean up the 467th mess of the day, or change the sheets for the 15th time, or drag a screaming child away from playgroup so you can go home and do the laundry. But really, it's all us monsters, cheering you on and lending you strength.
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Monday, January 24, 2011

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For Deeds



If you are just tuning in to Deeds' story, please read this post, first. 

The Monster House has a new addition, with permission. And we are SO EXCITED! It appears, y'all, that Deeds is a close relative of Animal from The Muppets. I have this on good authority. His mother tells me that he even possessed, at one time, little pajamas with Animal all over them. I KNEW there was a reason I felt such a connection to Deeds and his family!
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Deeds' mother, however, is not a monster. This woman is an angel.... but not just your run of the mill, halo wearing, wing fluffing, white robe sporting angel. This angel is FIERCE! I had the opportunity to talk with her this last Saturday. I was able to say "HI!!" before the tears started flowing, but that was okay, since she cried a little too. And I knew that I would pretty much be a mess during this call long before the phone ever rang. What I wasn't expecting, however, was the strength that she would give me, and the inspiration she would be to me, just by speaking to her.

 I remain touched by that call, and think of all the things we spoke about. She told me about Deeds' Burn Clinic appointment last Friday. She told me how Deeds asked her to kiss the compression bandage on his hand, and how through that she knew he was feeling better and being more of his "old self". She giggled when she told me little things about how he was being quirky again. And I was touched.

Later that day, Deeds' mom tweeted the most awesome. thing. EVER! 4 Paws for Ability gave them their TRAINING DATE!! Wahoo!! So, now we know what the time frame is, and we know that we need to spread the word about Deeds, his dog, and his fundraiser even further and wider than it has already gone. We have already had one twitter party which was very successful, and there may be another one, but that has not yet been decided.

Now, more than ever, this family needs our help. Every parent of a special needs child knows that the out of pocket costs are astronomical. Add a visit to the ER, and then an overnight stay at the Burn Unit. Add the fact that this family still needs $3600 toward their goal of $5000 for Deeds' specially trained dog that is so crucial for his safety.

We are powerful, as bloggers. We have the capability of reaching across the world with one little click. We have the power to make major corporations sit up and take notice. It's been done before, and it will be done again. But think about it, for a minute. If the blogging community has the power to make a huge corporation, or major television network, or celebrity, or political leader sit up and take notice, just think how effortless it will be for us to get Deeds what he needs! But let's not make that our goal. Let's get him as much as we possibly can, as fast as we possibly can. This Momma thinks that Deeds' Momma and Daddy have spent enough time worrying. Their stress levels have been at an all time high for far too long. And now, it's our time to shine.

Hop on over to The Mom Adventures to get a nifty button just like the one at the top of this post, and commit to blogging for Deeds every Monday by linking your posts to HER post. Know what *I* want to see happen? I want that fundraising thermometer over on Deeds' site to EXPLODE. Not just reach the top. I wanna hear the "pop" of that thermometer all over the blogosphere. And so, we must practice that most hated phrase from Bob the Builder...."Can we do it? YES. WE. CAN!" And, really.... we CAN.
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Guest posting at Special Happens today!

I got the incredible opportunity to participate in the Friendships Series over on Special Happens today. So~ don't just sit there staring at a whole lot of nothing over HERE, scoot that mousie on over to 

Friday, January 21, 2011

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Sacred Family Saturday!

It's that time again!
Sacred Family Saturday
What will being going on at the Monster House, you ask?
Yeah. About that.
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And a little of this, too
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And then, maybe some of this
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I'm just kidding! Give me a LITTLE credit. 
No, I'll be doing a lot of THIS
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I'd like to thank the Academy... wait~ wrong award.....

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*I* got an award, oh yes I did! Created and passed around like a picture in a locker room, I got an award from my ever so fabulous good friend Jill, over at Yeah.Good Times.

Now, as with all awards, there are rules to play by. The Memetastic award has conditions, it seems. So, here we go.

Them's the rules, as stated by Jill, the master of all things truly bizarre:
1. You must proudly display the absolutely disgusting graphic that I have created for these purposes (put it in your post, you don't have to put it in your sidebar, I think that would seriously be asking too much). It's so bad that not only did I use COMIC SANS, but there's even a little jumping, celebrating kitten down there at the bottom. It's horrifying! But its presence in your award celebration is crucial to the memetastic process we're creating here. If you need a higher resolution version... I totally have one!!

2. You must list 5 things about yourself, and 4 of them must be bold-faced lies. Just make something up, we'll never know; one of them has to be true, though. Of course, nobody will ever know the difference, so we're just on the honor system here. I trust you. Except for the 4 that you lied about, you liars! But don't go crazy trying to think of stuff, you'll see by the example I've set below that we're not really interested in quality here.

3. You must pass this award on to 5 bloggers that you either like or don't like or don't really have much of an opinion about. I don't care who you pick, and nobody needs to know why. I mean, you can give a reason if you want, but I don't really care.

4. If you fail to follow any of the above rules, I will hunt you down and harass you incessantly until you either block me on Twitter or ban my IP address from visiting your blog. I don't know if you can actually do that last thing, but I will become so annoying to you that you will actually go out and hire an IT professional to train you on how to ban IP addresses just so that I'll leave you alone. I'm serious. I'm going to do these things.


Now, people, Jill scares me. A lot. Obey the rules. I don't want to be hunted down or harassed incessantly or annoyed. Here we go:

5 things about myself, 1 of which is actually true:
  1. I don't remember my natural hair color
  2. I think flip flops are God's gift to foot wear
  3. I love doing laundry more than life itself
  4. Bubbe is actually me
  5. I love horror movies
And now I will pass this award on to the following lucky recipients: **
  1. Gina from Special Happens 
  2. Alysia from Try Defying Gravity
  3. Lena from Lovin' My Crazy Life
  4. Stuart from Autism from a father's point of view ( take THAT, ya snot rag!.... sorry, Mom.)
  5. Tara, NOT Tera, from Bite the bedbugs


** If you are not listed here, please don't be mad at me, it's not because I don't like you, because I do. I like all of you, even those of you I've never met and don't know. I've picked people that I figured would pass it on so you'll likely get it eventually if they all follow the rules. Also I want to watch you all scramble over who gets to list Lynn first. 

Thursday, January 20, 2011

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Everything you never knew about the Momma

Thanks to my pal Stuart, of the famed Autism From A Father's Point Of View, I have been tagged. Tagged to do something that is SO uncomfortable for me, I had to call Bubbe and have a little come apart before I could write. Also, I called Stuart a snot rag about eighty eleven times. Sorry, Stuart.

But I digress. Because I have been tagged, the deal is that I am now supposed to tell the world 7  things that they never knew about me. I begged twitter and Bubbe to come up with questions, because I have really been pretty  forthcoming here on the blog, and I couldn't think of a thing to tell y'all. Below, find the email Bubbe sent me.. which doesn't count towards the seven things, but made me laugh.I am copy/pasting directly from my inbox. All the accusations are true.

Here you go:
  1. Love for English, reading/writing.
  2. Although currently a SAHM/WAHM, prior to this, I worked in a heavy machinery/construction materials supply company and could boss around those macho-est men.
  3. I love to drive bulldozers.
  4. I am the champion ___ maker.  (Fill in the blank with a food or craft.  Not "baby".)
  5. I am one of 7 siblings and have 7 children.
  6. Something about your sister who died.
  7. I am tactile defensive.
Okay. And now, the questions from Twitter, with the authors named, so they get the answers they seek.

@squishterbear would like to know:
What is your favorite indulgence?
Ben and Jerry ice cream, books, and lavender roses.

@mckellipgirl wants to know:
Did you always want to have a big family or was it a decision you and your husband made after having a couple chitlins?
Neither, actually. I had four children with my first idiot ex, notorious #5 with my second ex, and the twinnies were a SHOCK for the Daddy and me, and we are not married. Wow. That looks really REALLY bad in print. Moving on...ewwww. Chitlins. ;)

@lovelylicious is a curious woman. She has TWO questions.
 1.what is one thing you hope to do in this new year? Not a resolution but a goal or wish
The Momma wants to go to BlogHer more than is probably healthy. But there's a reason why. I need to boost my stats, and learn how to make the blog work for me, so I can start paying for Logan's therapy. Yes, I could probably take a college course, but I have no idea what classes to take, and I think I would learn more in two days of BlogHer than I would in two semesters of school. And when the Daddy told me we can't afford it... I cried. For hours. Not because I'm not getting what I want, but because I really and truly don't know what else to do to raise the money for Logan's therapy. And he needs it badly.
2.what's the best thing about having a big family?
The kids always have someone to play with, even if they are mad at one of the sibs. And.. the house is never quiet or lonely. Frankly, I only ever been a part of a big family. I wouldn't know what to do with myself if I didn't have kids, or lived alone. 

@jamcadventures wants to know:
What do you do to get time for yourself?
 I read a LOT.. because I can get lost in a good book. Other than that, I blog. I know. How nerdy and lame am I...

@Special_Happens wants to know:
 If you didn't have to watch any food you ate, what would you eat? 
Hi Gina! Everyone say hi to my brilliant blog artist! OK . I would eat pasta. And Dessert. And Mexican food. I have a sweet tooth that is ridiculous, and I am a foodie at heart. But I squash those tendencies because of my Logan.. and because I need to lose 90 pounds. Yes, really.

And the last is my own. Here we go. I do not take compliments well. I will laugh them off, turn them into a joke, change the subject, or ignore them. Because I never believe the compliment, whether it's someone telling me dinner was good, I' m a good mom, or that I'm a good writer. Why? Because I don't ever think I am worthy of the compliment given. It's not that I think whoever complimented me is lying. I always think I could have done whatever it is, better.  I just don't ever feel worthy of them. In fact, when I guest write for other blogs ( this is a DEEP dark secret), I can't even write a bio about myself. I either tell the Blogger they can write whatever they like, or I have Bubbe do it. Yet another lame factoid.

And NOW.. the part I have been waiting for! My seven people to tag. Muwahahahaha. I'm addicted to these people. It's terrible and wonderful all at the same time!


@Special_Happens, who blogs at, coincidentally, specialhappens.com
@MomInManagement, who blogs at, ALSO coincidentally, MomInManagement.com
@birdakamaude, who blogs at, birdandherramblings.blogspot.com
@OneBoredMommy, who blogs and has AMAZING giveaways at, oneboredmommy.blogspot.com
@FroggyPrinceMom, who does her thing over at, unhandicapping.com
@jillsmo, who does HER thing over on, yeahgoodtimes.blogspot.com
and a couple new tweeps that I'm liking more by the day,
@littleanimation, who blogs AND has rockin good animations she does herself at theanimatedwoman.com
@crazyadventures, who does her thing as an army wife and mom of 6 at crazyadventuresinparenting.com

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

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It's Magic

This morning, in the minutes before dawn, I was driving my #1 and #2 monsters to school in a semi-awake state. We had to make a quick stop before school to the post office so #1 could mail off her letter to Great Grama in California. As we were pulling out of the parking lot and into the street, #1 shrieked. I think I lost at LEAST 8 years of my life, and I know my heart stopped for at LEAST 10 seconds.

It turns out that #1 is NOT bleary eyed in the morning like her mother, and she saw the coolest thing. Against the backdrop of a barely lit sky, on the top of two lamp posts on opposite corners, owls were perched. It was truly one of the most breathtaking experiences of my life. You could only see them in silhouette, and they were so still it reminded me of flag pole toppers. And then one stretched, spreading it's wings for a split second, then settling back into the perch.
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I love moments like this with my monsters.These impromptu bonding opportunities, that give you something to talk about and wonder over. Sadly, I was driving at the time, so the moment was really more like 5 seconds, but the imprint of that sight will be in my memory for quite some time. And the rush of being able to share that with my #1 and #2 will keep me smiling long after they've forgotten all about it.

But the best part? Hearing my 16 year old breathe, "Ooooh!" with wide eyed wonder, just like she did on Christmas Morning when she was a preschooler.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

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The update for Deeds, and other info


At the beginning of last night's #forDeeds twitter party, Deeds' momma posted this link. It is the most moving 8 seconds I have seen to date. This little one stole a piece of my heart before I EVER saw this video, and now, a bigger piece of me belongs to him. Was he signing "I love you" at the end? I like to think he was.

This morning, Deeds' momma tweeted that he woke up screaming with both eyes shut. I simply cannot begin to imagine. *deep breath* Here is her quick blog post today

Alright. For those of you that were unable to attend the twitter party, but would like to help, here are the things we discussed.
  1. Mondays are dedicated Deeds Days for bloggers. Those who wish to assist Deeds and his family by blogging to raise awareness and funding will blog about Deeds on Mondays until their fund raising goal has been met.
  2. We will make a button that can be posted on blogs, embedded with the direct link to the donation site for Deeds.
  3. We will promote the Dog 4 Deeds blog as well as the A Dog 4 Deeds facebook page when blogging or tweeting on Mondays
The blog button will be identical to the logo on Deeds' blog, like so:
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Big, BIG thanks to Gina from Special Happens for the grab a button on our sidebar.

Want more info for your blog post? I can do that, too!! Here ya go, an article from the Utah Daily Herald  


Please remember to paste your link in the comment section here, and in the comment section on Deeds' website. We WILL promote the heck out of them. Thanks, over and over again


Monday, January 17, 2011

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The Good Deed

Poor Deeds! There are so many different things running through my head. Should I write about how sorry I am that Deeds has gotten burned? How lucky I feel that we escaped a tragedy like this (ptooie, ptooie) in our household? Or how having an autism service dog might have kept Deeds safe, either by calming him or standing between him and the pot of water? Or how this kind of tragedy will potentially have collateral damage, if the parents blame themselves, overcompensate by becoming overprotective, suffer anxiety?

Strangely, it's that last one that lingers in my mind. Deeds, thank God, seems to be safe and already on a road to recovery. And youth is on his side. Not only with regard to physical recovery, the body being much more resilient at so young an age, but also with regard to his emotional health. He won't remember the experience vividly for the rest of his life.

His parents will.

As a parent, there's probably something that makes you shudder, something you could have avoided but didn't. Hopefully, it was no more life-threatening than when I didn't pay attention to where my daughter was standing and opened the door on her toe, causing her toenail to fall off. Self-flagellation ensued, but small in the scheme of things.

Or maybe there's something you work feverishly to avoid happening. My 9 year old still can't be in a tub without making noise or else I'm calling to her for confirmation she's safe. A friend's granddaughter drowned in a tub when my daughter was an infant and that's a lesson I never forgot.

There are injuries that happen to our kids, through our fault (because nobody's perfect) or no fault of our own, through bad luck, being slower than our speed-demon kids, etc., that people forgive us for. But so often, we don't forgive ourselves.

And you know what? Much as I love being your pushy Bubbe, steering people towards one thing or another, whether they ask for my help or not, this is one of these heartbreaking experiences that I have no easy solution for. It's one where too often, the heart doesn't ever actually totally heal.

The best we can do when something like this happens to us is tell ourselves over and over the truth: "I did my best. I can't be perfect." And keep saying it until the rawness goes away.

Refuah shlema (speedy recovery) to Deeds and his family.

Be well, bubbelehs.
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You can tell Deed's parents that you support them, that you know, "there but for the grace of God go I", by sending them your spare change and helping them find a better birthday present for Deed than the one he's had so far.


Sunday, January 16, 2011

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For Deeds

I have an overactive mothering gene. Sometimes this is a good thing. Other times, not so much. I have already told you how I cannot watch stories on the news about child abuse, or mothers who kill their children, etc. because I want to gather up all the "hurted" monsters and take them home with me.

Tonight (it's 1230, Monday morning here) I was on twitter, loving the fact that the Daddy and all the monsters are sleeping, giving me time to myself to play on twitter and catch up on email. While I was there, this appeared in my feed. And my mommy heart plummeted, wanting to grab Deeds and his Momma, and make everything all better.

@dog4deeds  Just turned into the worst bday ever. Deeds is in the ER with burns all over after pulling a pot of boiling water and macaroni on his head. Sun 16 Jan 23:50

@dog4deeds He is now at the University burn center after a transfer by ambulance and is now doing well after a lot of morphine.Sun 16 Jan 23:52

@dog4deeds  15% of him burned but only his face has 2nd degree burns. The rest is only 1st. He is VERY lucky. His eyes and respiratory system are good Mon 17 Jan 00:10

@dog4deeds The ER gave Deeds a sock mouse to match his sock monkey. So sweet. http://yfrog.com/hsidmnj   Mon 17 Jan 00:12

Puts things in perspective, doesn't it? Makes my BlogHer dream seem petty and selfish and inappropriate, doesn't it? So I'm going to remedy that problem.


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Yesterday (Sunday) was Deeds' third birthday. His amazing momma has been blogging and trying to raise money for an Autism Service Dog for him. You can read about all that HERE.  But now, his momma needs to be a momma. And THIS Momma is going to blog instead. Today, and every Monday, until Deeds recovers AND has his dog, will be Deeds Day.

Let's DO this, y'all! We CAN make this work. I know times are hard. Oh, believe me, I REALLY know times are hard. But even *I* have change in my purse. So, every Monday, I will donate all the change in my purse to Deeds' dog fund. It may only be a few cents. But... we just hit ten thousand views here on Living with Logan. I have over 400 followers on twitter. I have 56 followers here. I have 88 followers on facebook. I have 6 ( i know, I know.. but  I just started this one) followers on Networked blogs. Think about it. If every follower I just mentioned ( that's 550 people, y'all!) donated 50 cents a week, that would be $275 /week!

Can you do it? Can you donate 50 cents? What if you saved all your change each week and donated that amount each Monday? Would it really hurt your budget so drastically?

I never beg for money here. Not really. But this one time I am. I'm begging. PLEASE help Deeds get his dog. Please. It's enough that he has autism. Now he has burns to recover from. He well and truly deserves our help and support. Frankly, so does his Momma.

Can't donate? I understand. I really, REALLY understand. Do you blog? Can you donate one blog post to Deeds? Mondays are Deeds Days. What will YOU do? If you choose to blog for Deeds, please leave your link in the comment section here, so we can promote your post, and we'll send the links to Deeds and his Momma too!!

Saturday, January 15, 2011

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Doin' the technorati thing. 
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Sacred Family Saturday!

It's that time again!
Sacred Family Saturday!!
See y'all tomorrow~ have an EXCELLENT time with your
monsters today, and then tell us all about it! 
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Friday, January 14, 2011

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Please Sir, May I Have More? (repost)

I deleted this post. But when Bubbe found out I had removed it, she called me out on it and proceeded to rip me up one side and down the other until I put it back. So here it is, Bubbe. Blogger is not playing nice today and I have absolutely no idea why the caps are happening. It's embarrassing, and I can't figure out how to fix it, after an hour of trying. It's not that way when I go into the edit  or new post pages.

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 I always feel like Oliver when I have to ask someone for something. That whole nervous walk up to the Big Man In Charge, full of fear of rejection, yet wanting what I'm about to ask for so badly that the wanting outweighs the fear. And yet I feel guilty asking for more, when I have so much already.


Twitter is, well,
a-twitter with tweets about BlogHer '11. BlogHer bling is making the rounds through the blogosphere and the twittersphere and every other "sphere" you can think of. And I. Wanna. Go!!! Insert petty, two year old type tantrum here. I am jealous, and I am cranky, every time I see another euphoric tweet about someone getting their ticket.

The ticket isn't the problem. Oh, no. That's the easiest part. It's getting the sponsors for the rest of it that I have the problem with. So I got to thinking: what types of things would I be a good representative for? I mean, really, if I can convince a company that I know what I'm talking about and would be a great representative, it would be that much easier to ask for sponsorship, right? Right!

So here's what I came up with:

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Weebles. Remember weebles? Weebles wobble, but they don't fall down! Okay. I am a Weeble. With legs!  Totally qualified to be a representative of Weebles.Uh... who makes Weebles? Do they still make Weebles?



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Hey, Kimberly-Clark! I order two cases of these things a month! Also, we raised your stock value when we bought the store out of Kleenex for two months in a row when we all had the Black Death. I am a loyal, LOYAL customer. How about a sponsorship?!


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Whirlpool, I heart you. Without you, I wouldn't be able to scream about my laundry pile coming back again and again... because it would never leave. In the last two weeks, you have made it possible for me to wash and dry nearly 100 loads of laundry. In my lovely super capacity machines. Yes, really. Ask the Daddy.


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You are indeed good to the last drop, and you make it possible for THIS momma to have perpetual 20 hour days taking care of 7 children.  Without you, I'd be face planted into the floor, snoring and drooling on the carpet while the monsters take video. Thank you for sparing me the indignity. And seriously, what better representative could there BE?!?


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Trident gum people, you help my Logan with Occupational and Speech therapy. Your product helped my babiest baby learn to talk. We literally buy 16 packets of your gum a month. For a two year old. On the advice of his therapists. Now, really. If THAT isn't an awesome testimonial, I don't know what is!



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All our pictures and video are taken with Kodak digital cameras and are processed through easyshare. We have four cameras. The Daddy even bought a Kodak for work! Pick ME to sponsor for BlogHer! I'll take TONS of pictures and video!! With the rechargeable batteries, and included charger, it's a snap! (Shameless little plug, there)


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Finally, and most importantly, Dell. Because without this Dell, there would be no Living with Logan. Thank you, Dell for being reliable for me everyday while I play on twitter and facebook write and post incredibly important things on this blog about autism, Sensory Processing Disorder, gluten free diet, and food allergies. I heart y'all, too. And if you wanted to sponsor me, and temporarily provide me with a laptop "for review"  August 4-8, I can totally do that for you. But I would only make that kind of sacrifice for you.

The way I figure it, I could now copy the link to this post, and send it to all these companies, who would immediately fall in love with me and my loyalty to their brands, and offer me whatever I want. Right? That IS how it works, isn't it? What? Oh. It isn't. Well, um... then, please,sir... could you give me begging lessons?


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Thursday, January 13, 2011

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For my #4

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 Happy 11th birthday to my #4!
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My drama queen, my red headed temper tantrum queen, my mini Paula Deen (as seen on youtube!),  my babiest girl.
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Wednesday, January 12, 2011

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Definition of a Momma

This morning, Bubbe was reading a blog post by Alysia over at Try Defying Gravity . She was so impressed by it, she told me that she started to comment on it, and it turned into a blog post of her own. So, even though Bubbe is way sick and up to her eyeballs in work today, she took the time to write for us.

I would consider it a personal favor if any of you would be inclined to email her a get well wish. She's feeling mighty poorly. asklogansbubbe@livingwithlogan.com And, as ALWAYS, whenever we have a guest, show the love in the comment section, too! Thanks! ~the Momma

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Alysia at Try Defying Gravity wrote a beautiful, thought-provoking piece on what being a mother means to her, much to her surprise.
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Reading it brought about an epiphany for Bubbe. It occurred to me as I read this that the media often discusses how models and the fashion industry skew young girls' images of what a healthy body looks like. Size 4 is the new 8; anything over a 12 is downright fat. Thank God, media attention has begun to alert us to this fact, and although change back to healthy body images is slow, it's happening.

However, there's another skewed expectation placed upon young girls that has, to my knowledge, not been discussed openly. And that is what it means to be a good mother. We are socialized from childhood to think that if we're not sitting on the sofa, book open upon our lap, arms wrapped around our two or three kids, smiles on everyone's faces, then we're bad moms. If we don't do all those crafting activities that come home from school with kids and pop up in every single child/parenting-related magazine or publication, we're bad moms.

Is that what our kids really need from us?

Merriam Webster says that a mother is a female parent, and a parent is someone who brings up and cares for another. I notice an absence of commentary like "shares jokes and big laughs many times a day" or "does crafting projects daily" or "manages to juggle multiple schedules without batting an eyelid".

And yet most of us strive to accomplish all those unwritten "necessary" mothering tasks and feel bad when we don't achieve our goals, simply because we are constantly being slapped in the face with imagery saying we're failing at mothering if we don't do it all.

Living with a special needs child means that so many other things take priority over that ideal. Researching interventions, advocating for your child, cooking from scratch all the time to ensure they're not eating things that make them sicker, coordinating your treatment team, doing therapies at home, etc. And of course, there are all the regular must-do's: keep your child fed, clean, healthy, educated. And the other must-do's: keeping the rest of your household fed, clean, healthy, and educated (or employed). And the other must-do that is so often renamed "must-do-when-there's-time": keep yourself in balance with enough "me" time to stay grounded.

Living with a child or children without special needs is only marginally less stressful. Emotionally, there's less stress and worry. Research is easier; it generally involves calls that start with, "Mom, when I was a kid, did I…" But often, parents replace therapy schedules with extracurricular activity schedules, advocating with arranging play dates. And "me time" with extra work hours.

And what you're left with is no time to create those perfect vignettes we see in every parenting magazine, every ad for healthcare, every article featuring famous-people-we-wish-we-could-be.

But those vignettes are simply artificially created photos, excerpts from life that simply serve to make us feel bad. Maybe that's not the intention; maybe the intention is to give us something to strive for. But feel bad is what really comes out of it. We feel like we're not doing enough. If so-and-so can do it, so can I, right? So why can't I??

Bubbelehs, I offer you challenge. Find one seemingly perfect mother. Maybe it's someone whose blog you read. Maybe it's a friend or relative. Maybe it's even your own mother. And ask that mom, "What's a regular day really like?" Do you have time every day to supervise homework? Do you cook hot meals every day? Do you craft or play with your kid every day? Do your kids really get along all the time? Are you always positive and upbeat and happy?

Bubbe's willing to bet you'll hear a resounding "no". You'll hear that there are fights, tears, stand-offs, threats to finish chores, etc., and crafting is, at best, a once-a-week activity.

And if you actually hear "yes", there are only three possibilities: they've given up a lot to achieve it (e.g., sleep, time to shower, etc.), they have a team of paramommies (the cleaning lady, the homework tutor, the cook), or they're lying.

So the next time you see a picture or "news" story that shows what motherhood supposedly is, ask yourself, is this real? Or is it nothing more than one more skinny model designed to make you feel bad?

If I have no time for crafting, yet find/make the time to help my daughter with her homework, isn't that what's important? If I feed her cold cereal for breakfast and cold leftovers for lunch, but make time to give her pep talks when she feels unable to do something or put a plaster on a barely-there scratch, isn't that what "bringing up and caring for" means? And if it's been three weeks since I've found time to sit and color with my kid, but in that same three weeks, I've been up in the middle of the night soothing, retucking, cleaning up vomit, and/or drying tears after a nightmare on at least nine different occasions, isn't that what mothering really is?
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Rejoice, mammalehs, in your achievements. You are the best mom for your kid. You are who your child needs and wants. You are the momma!


Tuesday, January 11, 2011

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I'm not really here... but I'm here.

Today I'm over at Yeah.Good Times. Again! I love love LOVE writing for Jill. She's so dang fun, and cute, and a lot of other stuff. So. Y'all click on over and show her some love ( and me, too!) Have a great day!

Monday, January 10, 2011

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Wonderment

As I sit here and type, I'm listening to my twinnie monsterlettes and notorious #5 laugh hysterically. They are in my kitchen, #6 is completely naked ( potty training, y'all!) , sitting on the floor watching #5 spin a pizza pan on it's rim like a penny. It spins and twirls and finally slows down,  spinning slower and slower and making the most satisfying clatter as it finally drops flat.
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They laugh and laugh and laugh until they can't sit up straight anymore. They lay on their bellies, gasping and giggling and I wonder, "Why did we spend so much money on all those learning toys at Christmas???" Their eyes are bright and full of wonder at this simple pleasure. Their cheeks are rosy and the smiles... oh the smiles. They are in awe of this new thing they have discovered.

#5 has stayed home from school today, after a rough night involving nausea and other yucky related things, and he is getting tired. He no longer wants to perform for the twinnies, and begs to be able to lay down. So I tuck him in on the couch with some Spongebob cartoons, and realize there is silence.

In the Monster House, silence is never good. In the 12.3 seconds it has taken me to tuck in notorious #5, the twinnie monsterlettes have taken off to find a new adventure.  And I am scared. I am full of dread, wondering if this new adventure they are discovering has anything to do with toilet water, unscrewing the caps of shampoo, squirting hair mousse/ shaving cream all over heck, or coloring on the walls. .

I find them in my closet, trying to walk around in  my high heels ( I love love LOVE shoes) and fuzzy slippers. When they realize they have been discovered, the monsterlettes take off at a dead run, jabbering away to each other in "twin speak", leaving me shaking my head and smiling as I close the door to the master suite. These babies of mine are growing up fast and it's all I can do to keep up with them!

By the time I get to the family room, they have found yet another adventure, with yet another favorite toy. No, it's not the piano, magnetic puzzles, easel, remote control cars, rubber bugs and lizards, or hot wheels. It's not the wooden tool box and tools, or the sensory table .It's not the water filled glitter balls, chalkboard, coloring books, or the playdough.




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We could have saved a LOT of money at Christmas this year.

Sunday, January 9, 2011

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Day of silence

 We are silent today as a sign of respect to the families who lost loved ones through yesterday's violence in Arizona. Our heartfelt wishes for a speedy and complete recovery to the injured. The sadness and despair I feel are nothing in comparison to what these families are enduring. Our prayers are with you all.

Saturday, January 8, 2011

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Sacred Family Saturday

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It's the best day of the week:
Sacred Family Saturday
So go out and play with your monsters, or stay in and watch a movie, play a board game, go sledding, or take a nap with them. Have an outing to *shudder* Chuck E. Cheese, mini golf, or an arcade. Whatever you do, have FUN, because it's Sacred Family Saturday, and no one is allowed to interfere with that!

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Friday, January 7, 2011

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You have been served!

There are very few things in life that I absolutely cannot tolerate.  It's a short, but girly list. That works for me, since I'm a short, but girly kind of a woman.
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That .... THING... you see above?  That would be #1 on my list of things I cannot tolerate. They give me the heebie jeebies. Yick. My skin is crawling while I type, because even the picture creeps me out.

As everyone knows, we had almost a week of rain right before Christmas. This means that the only dry land in the whole county, apparently, was under my house. This also means that I have at least one mouse. And I do not like that, Sam I am! I hear scratching/chewing at 4am. It wakes me up. I went to put fabric softener in a load of wash tonight, and seriously people, a MOUSE ran from the tub of the washer up to where there is a space between the tub and the washer housing.  What, I'm now hosting a spa for vermin?

Rodent, I am hereby serving you with eviction. You have 24 hours. Pack your little rodent luggage and beat it! 
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If you have not removed yourself after 24 hours, when hour 25 rolls around, drastic measures WILL be taken. Run for your life, evil pest! If you don't run now, you won't be able to later. And oh, are mice like roaches in that if you see one, there are like, 4 million more in your walls and under your house? Please say no... because otherwise I might have a stroke.
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Thursday, January 6, 2011

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Bubbe goes head-to-head with CNN

Hey y'all! During a phone call with Bubbe, we started talking about the "Dr. Wakefield fraud" all over CNN, facebook, email, the twitter, and the Internet as a whole. She has some strong views, some personal experiences, and a lot of knowledge.  I am playing Switzerland because this is Bubbe's post. She requested that I let everyone know this is lengthy.  And now: here's Bubbe!! Welcome back!
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Bubbelehs, I need to talk to you all about something important. And that is how to read what has NOT been written.

Why? Because CNN didn't write a lot today. And in their video that they offer up as proof that there's no link between autism and vaccinations, they offer no proof at all.

Yet they do it with such finesse and passion that a lot of people out there are tweeting about the story and expressing anger that they've been had by Dr. Wakefield.

They haven't.

Many, many years ago, long before Andrew Wakefield was Dr. Wakefield, a study was conducted on measles, and they discovered that measles, when combined with mercury, goes through a change and can cause, in some people, a variant of measles, one that is essentially internal measles on the stomach lining. But no accusations were made by the researcher, and so there was no threat to the pharmaceutical company.
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Dr. Wakefield, much later, conducted research and discovered that in some children, autism symptoms appeared or dramatically increased within a short period of time following their mercury-filled MMR vaccination, oftentimes within days.

I, myself, believe this 100%. Why? Well, because:
(a) if you have measles on your stomach lining, logic tells me that you'll probably have tiny fissures, which are the defining feature of Leaky Gut Syndrome which, for people who can't digest certain peptides properly, is a major problem because you've now got a way for these nasties to leave the stomach and get into the bloodstream causing an opiate effect,
(b) I know of at least one person whose son was actually tested for this internal variant of measles by his local GP and had them, so I don't have to wonder if it's a real risk or not; I know it's real,
(c) I have worked with many families with children with autism, some of whom have the familiar story of "he was progressing totally typically, hitting every milestone until his vaccination". Some tell me that he was sick for days immediately after the vaccination and then recovered but gradually lost skills and gradually added stims. Others tell me that within days, he lost all his emergent speech skills. NB: not every child regressed following their vaccination, not by any means. But enough have to make it a familiar story.

Perhaps the most heart-wrenching story was the one where a young boy had been hitting his milestones on time or early, was developing speech, was happy and healthy in all regards. He had his MMR right on schedule, and within days, he was screaming, spitting, spinning, squealing, and rocking ALL THE TIME, and he was no longer talking or making eye contact. It took several years to understand that he had developed autism (this was long enough ago -- about the time Dr. Wakefield was conducting his research, in fact -- that autism diagnoses were slow to come and treatment approaches were hard to find). Finally, at about age 4, he was diagnosed and started an ABA program. He made great progress, but never regained the speech he had lost.

About a year into his program, it was time for his younger brother to be vaccinated. His mother pondered… should she? Shouldn't she? Her medical background weighed heavily on the "should" side and so she did it. And within days, her happy, healthy toddler had lost eye contact, speech sounds, and was rocking, spinning, squealing, screaming, and spitting. Déjà vu.

Britain's medical community would like to convince you that she and so many parents with stories similar to hers simply had bad luck.

They believe in the theory that if you say it loud enough, convincingly enough, with confidence, disdain for non-believers, and repeat yourself frequently enough, then what you say will somehow become true. (I like to refer to this technique as the "Baffle them with Bull****" technique.)

So what are the latest accusations? Not every child in the Wakefield study developed their symptoms immediately following the vaccine. GASP! Wait -- we already knew that some kids who react to the vaccination decline gradually.

What proof do they offer that this is "falsified data"? 6,000,000 words. Mind, no one actually points out any of those words as being the ones that prove falsification. They just imply that if this body of medical experts believe so strongly in it that they're willing to commit the time and money it takes to put down 6 million words, then it must be true.

Oh. Here's some more "proof". All of the other authors of the research have removed themselves from the study. Hmm… does that tell you that the research is flawed? Or does it tell you that they couldn't afford to be kicked out of the medical association the way Dr. Wakefield was? It might imply they're a bit wimpy, but I don't think so. I think it simply implies that they were afraid. They were afraid that if they stand up to the British Medical Association, they, too, will be forced out of medicine, and they don't have the courage, ability, desire, and/or network of friends to move to a new country and continue practicing the medicine they love there. So they cut their losses and stepped out of the firing range.

So proof that Dr. Wakefield falsified his study is that he believes in his work so much that he's willing to risk losing his medical license, but others on the study aren't. Does that make sense?

Does any of this make sense?

In a word: No.

Now, here's the thing. For a dozen years, now, the British medical powers-that-be have been trying to discredit this study. And they're still trying. And yet they're still failing. So jot down in your calendar, this autumn you can expect YET ANOTHER attempt. And that one will fail, too.

One last bone of contention I need to bring up with you. Well, it's really two, but they're connected. CNN asks the question, "And what has happened as a result of vaccinations going down?" Ready for it? "Kids got sick!" Hm. Well, yeah. But they also got better. Who here hasn't gotten sick in their life? Anyone? That's what I thought.

Nearly five years ago, my then-four year old got the mumps. We self-diagnosed (the big lumpy neck was a big clue) and called our doctor. He said, "Yup. Sounds like mumps. Give her Tylenol and be prepared for her to be home this month." So we called a Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioner. He threw a bit of this and a bit of that together, told us how to make it into a *ahem* tasty tea for her, and wished us well. "Wait!", Bubbe cries. "When will she be able to return to school??" He looks at the calendar, says, "Well, today's Wednesday…. She'll be ready for school by Monday." AND SHE WAS. And now, she will never, ever get mumps again because she has a natural, God-given immunity.

We did tell her school that she was sick, and the school did send a warning out to the other students. But really, why? I mean, if vaccinations are so gosh-darn effective, please explain to me how one unvaccinated child who gets sick is going to infect all the other vaccinated children who are protected from catching it? And if they're not protected by the vaccination, then why bother vaccinating?

So go and listen to the CNN video clip. Read their article. Make sure, though, that you read it to the very end. Don't miss the part they hope you won't stick around to read. The part that says that someone who knows autism very, very well and who knows Dr. Wakefield very, very well as a result, cannot believe that the allegations (and that's all they are) can be true.

Because they're not.

And make sure you read what's NOT there.

Okay, Bubbe's done ranting now. Stay healthy, bubbelehs.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

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Quiet on the set! We're making chicken nuggets! (video)

Today, we'll show you one of our favorite dinners, EVER. These chicken nuggets are completely gluten, casein, soy, corn, egg, and nut free. The lack nothing in flavor, and are so easy, my monsters make them.

You will need the following:
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Split boneless, skinless chicken breasts ( we use about three pounds for a meal, for nine people)
Rice chex, made in to coarse crumbs
Oil to fry in~ we use canola
Onion powder
Garlic powder
paprika
salt
plain gelatin~ 1 packet per pound of chicken seems to be what works.

**DISCLAIMER** In the video I state "this is really so easy, the kids make it all the time, I just cut up the chicken." I should ALSO have mentioned that I never allow the monsters to deep fry anything. Not even #1. That's my job, solely.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

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Lights! Camera! Action! and stop smacking your brother!

Tonight, against my better judgement, I will post a blog. Not just ANY blog. Tonight, my monster house addicts, you will get to see a video. Featuring *gulp* the Momma and all the monsters. Why? Well, because I have had literally hundreds of requests for the recipe and instructions for Monster House chicken nuggets. They are gfcfsfcfef. And they. are. amazing!!

So, because this is what's on the dinner menu tonight, I will do my gfcf version of Paula Deen and make a (short) video for you. Guess that means I ought to shower, brush my hair... pretend I'm cheerful, hire a voice over specialist, get a body double. So much to do! So little time!

Y'all stay tuned!
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I really think I hate youtube now. The video is STILL uploading, after three hours. I have to think that it's a youtube issue, not a connection or memory issue, because everything else is working quickly. SO, I have to break all your hearts and post the video REALLY late tonight or early tomorrow. But, you WILL see it.

Monday, January 3, 2011

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I learned it from the snowflakes

A while ago I was outside. Ok, it was more like an hour or more ago and don't ask me why. I have a point here. While I was outside, it started snowing. Not a heavy snow, just a gentle snow, with a little lag time between flakes. So I'm out there and all these tiny little snowflakes are landing on me. It boggles the mind, I know. But then I started really looking at these snowflakes and they were GORGEOUS. They were the kind of snowflakes that inspired teachers hundreds of years ago to invent scissors and teach small children to run with them and... oh wait, wrong story. *ahem* pardon me. These were the kind of snowflakes that inspired the first cut paper flakes, whenever that might have been.
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It is so cold out, the flakes never melted, even after landing on my coat. They just stayed there and posed for me while I took pictures with the crappy camera built into my phone. I marveled at the perfection of each miniscule little flake, the textures and the fragility of them.
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I remembered someone telling me when I was just a child that no two snowflakes are EVER alike. They used it as an object lesson for teaching about individuality.. you know, even though no two snowflakes are EVER alike, it's still snow. And even though no two people are ever exactly the same, they are still people.  So then the natural progression of my thoughts went to Logan and other special needs kids.
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I've had a problem for a couple of months now. I've blogged about it once already.I won't do it again. Well, not today, anyway. It really disturbs me that some people can so easily treat others with disgust and disdain. It further angers and annoys me that this happens to our children.. ANY of our children, but most especially our special needs children.

Like snowflakes, children are perfection in a tiny little package. Sometimes it's more than your bargained for, but you'd never give them up, no matter HOW many times you tweet otherwise! *ahem*
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Isn't it amazing,  something as tiny and unassuming as a snowflake ... or a child... could be this intricate and complete? And isn't it even more amazing, that a tiny snowflake...or a child.... can make you sit down, shut up, and appreciate?