“If you were a musical instrument, which one would you be and why?”

Playing Chat Pack yesterday after dinner, the question was, “If you were a musical instrument, which one would you be and why?”

These were our responses.

Seth(9): A keyboard. Because I am fun and like doing a lot of different things.

Todd: Acoustic guitar. Steady. Uncomplicated.

(And beautiful I added. There is something so pure about the sound of acoustic guitar. I’ve always loved it).

Riley(11): A flute. Kind of shy, but with a pretty voice that loves to sing.

Me: Piano. Eight octaves represents huge range of interests and responsibilities, and the black and white keys represent the contrasts in how I feel. Either really really really good, or everything is the end of the world, screw it, what’s the point.

Funny how our responses to these questions pegged us so well.

If you were a musical instrument, which one would you be? And why?

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Appreciating HT

My husband knows every word to every M*A*S*H episode. Every word. He loves the show. So of course, he “had a moment” over Colonel Potter dying this week. RIP.

My husband’s favorite movie of all time is It’s a Wonderful Life.


He knows every word. Every single one. We attempted to watch it our first holiday season together, but we got to neckin’ and missed most of it. True story.

When we were dating, I asked him who his favorite actress was, who would be “on his list” if you know what I mean, and you know what he said?

Susan Sarandon. Not some Hollywood bimbo, but a talented and smart woman of substance. Well played HT.

I think a guy who loves M*A*S*H, and It’s a Wonderful Life, and Susan Sarandon(and dolphins) is a real catch.

I’m just glad I’m the one who caught him.

 

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White Elephants

Great review for Daughter of the Drunk at the Bar at Chynna Laird’s White Elephants blog! I thought writing a memoir would bring up a lot of stuff, and it did, but releasing it has excavated more layers and levels of insecurity in me than I ever knew I had. As I continue to work through it all, it’s nice to receive a positive review from someone I don’t know.

Chynna’s White Elephants blog covers lots of well, “white elephant” issues. She also has a child with sensory processing issues and writes about that journey here. I appreciate that she took the time to read and review my book, and I look forward to reading more of her work.

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Meditation Before Glee

Busy day, and now in the first lull, the the kids want to watch Glee, which means I have to sit there with them because there are parts I must forward through. Not really into it but it means the world to them. I strike a deal.

“I’ll watch Glee with you, but first we do a meditation.”

Riley groans. Seth shrugs compliance. I bring my computer into the living room and sit on the floor, Riley sits next to me, Seth on the pink couch.

I bring up iTunes and choose a Martha Beck mp3 on anxiety. Riley and I snuggle up on a pillow on the floor, she rests her head in my arm, then moves it around in non-verbal insistence I stroke her hair. She’s pushy like that. Sometimes it gets on my nerves. The mp3 starts and it is nice and relaxing, and soon Seth is tucked in my other arm, and Yippee is on my chest, and we’re all in a heap on the floor, and yes, I’m stroking her hair.

And I forget being annoyed about it, because how lucky am I? To have these kids? Ones who at 9 and 11 will indulge their mother and get on the floor and meditate with her and how awesome it is that we came from a place of almost constant anxiety and walking on egg shells for years and now we pretty much just delight in each other.

Soon we’re all breathing deep and slow, and I’m no longer “the mother” but just with them, and we are all in a place of stillness, no thought, no time, together.

Twenty minutes later, we’re watching Glee, and the day marches on.

But the meditation, it’s there. It’s in us.

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Our Hot Water Bottle

We are seeing a dog trainer to help get Yippee under control, so he can stop un-training Jingle. One of the assignments was to research what our dog was bred for, to help better understand his temperament and needs(yeah, we probably should have done that before we got him, but whatever).

Seems Chihuahuas were bred to be worshipped. Or at least to carry some sort of mystical spiritual powers. They were buried with their owners in ancient times, and there are pictures of them in hieroglyphics, etc.

They were also bred to be hot water bottles for invalids. They were therapy dogs before therapy dogs were cool.

We’ve spent the better part of this week attempting to teach him “down” to no avail. He is Mr. Alert. “Down” requires relaxation. He only ever does it for snuggling and for sleep. The day Riley and I brought him home to surprise Seth, that puppy stood in a little milk crate, so exhausted his eyes kept closing, resting his chin on the side. He never did give it up and lie down, the whole 1.5 hour ride home. He slept standing up.

He’s not having any part of “down” unless you plan on lying down with him, but he sure is toasty. He’s got the water bottle thing down pat.

 

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Final Night/Cancun

The last night in Mexico, we went all out and stayed at the luxurious J.W. Marriott in Cancun. Below is the view from our room. Every room has a view of the water.

In the photo below, you see the little hot tub? Just to the right, past that little bridge? Riley and I sat in it and looked out at the ocean. And when a waiter went by and asked us if we wanted drinks, we said, “Yes.” So often in life it is, no, no, no…but this time it was yes.

I ordered a Mojito. Riley ordered a Shirley Temple. We clinked our glasses together, took a few sips and she leaned over to me and said out of the side of her mouth, “We’re really pampering ourselves, aren’t we?”

There is no describing how much I love this girl.

Below is the view from inside the dark blue infinity pool above. Seth and Todd spent a lot of time swimming in there.

I love Marriott hotels. They consistently have nice white bedding. Lots of pillows. These beds were so comfy. And Todd and I were able to sit on the balcony at night after tucking the kids in, looking up at a gorgeous display of stars. We also had an aeriel view of a young couple getting engaged, (though we predicted they won’t make it… based on what an ass he acted like in the pool earlier in the day)…but whatever, it was romantic.

Seth looking out in the morning.

I had already been up and out on a sunrise walk on the beach before any of them rose. It was glorious. Twice on this vacation, an idea I’ve been tossing around for a new book came into my head. Once it was during a massage on the beach (did I mention I had a massage on the beach our first morning)? Once was when I was getting sonar from the dolphins. The idea just floated in and hovered there during those states of deep relaxation.

Standing ankle deep in the wet sand, looking out at the sunrise I agreed to write it. Again, I said, “Yes.”

Below is a picture of my friend Clarissa. I don’t know who took it and I don’t know what beach it is on, but I am ever so grateful to her friend Dave who sent it to me. I felt her presence on this trip. Such a magnificent gift she gave us.

One we will never, ever forget. Thank you Clarissa, for being a friend to me and my family.

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Dolphin Therapy

The main reason we chose Mexico for our trip was for the dolphin therapy. My friend Betsy already had a dolphin trip planned for her family and somehow it fell into place for us to go at the same time. Our vacations were separate, but our stays overlapped, so that we shared our second day at the dolphin center with them. It was perfection to share such a special experience with such a dear friend! Betsy’s son is 18 and profoundly affected by autism. Her husband is an MD who specializes in overall wellness and also autism. They do good work.

This is us on the first day, getting acquainted with the dolphins. The woman with us is Macy Jozsef, Director of  The Dolphin Experience, Living from the Heart Dolphin Therapy. She is awesome. Riley took to her and trusted her immediately. We’d walk down the streets of Cozumel with Riley holding her hand, leaning all over her. It’s an energy thing. Riley responds to love.

Riley was excited to see and interact with the dolphins, but still quite tentative in the water. She absolutely did not want to swim in the deeper section and was content to stand on the shallow landing. This dolphin’s name is Amizcle (Uh-MEEZ-Clay). He is huge. About 600 lbs. He eats 75 pounds of fish per day.  Riley said many times throughout our time with him that he reminded her of her service dog Jingle. Again, it’s about energy and both animals are sweet, playful, helpful (and she liked that they both have pink on their noses).

We had three sessions our first day. In between sessions we were allowed to go to a tiny private beach on the Dolphinaris property. It was there Riley found her own bouyancy for the first time in her life. She had a breakthrough earlier this year, and was finally able to put her face in the water but had not yet gotten the buoyancy concept in her body. We kept the life jackets on, and I carried her out onto the soft waves. She straddled my waist, like a much littler kid, and we bounced and floated, and twirled. Looking up into the blue sky, I couldn’t help thinking, “This is what I wanted for you when you were tiny.” We missed this developmental stage. Her nervous system was so very jangled at the time. She had always been so anxiety filled in the water, she was not light or bouyant at all. She was certain she would sink, and she would have, all contracted like that.

In and out of the water all day. She played in the sand. Laughed and played with Seth. Ate PB & J. More dolphins. Back in the water, holding my hand she finally, truly, got the feel of floating. She was sitting back, relaxing, bobbing along in her life jacket. Holding my hand, but basically doing it herself.

During dolphin therapy, there is a lot of time to socialize with the dolphins, interspersed with moments of receiving sonar. Hear, Amizcle is offering sonar directly to Riley’s head. Sonar is similar to an ultrasound. If you’ve ever had ultrasound used on a sore muscle, it’s kind of like that. It immediately relaxes the body. Sonar would be for a minute or two, and then more playing and fun. Todd and I tried it and both of us felt like wet noodles coming out of the water. It puts you in a total zen state. Beuno cool.

Our next session with the dolphins, we all swam out to the middle of the pool, with Riley clinging to mine and Macy’s hands. We were proud of her for stepping off the landing and coming into the deeper water. I held the back of her life jacket to stabalize her as the dolphins swam past so she could reach out and pet them with one hand.

The third session, we did the same, only this time, she deliberately let go of my hand. There was Riley, floating in 13 foot deep water, reaching out and petting humongous dolphins which slowly kept weaving their way around us.

And then…she surprised us all by agreeing to do this:

Seth did it first and his bravery surely inspired his sister. Todd and I both took a couple of dolphin rides too. They are so strong! Their bodies are pure muscle, and they go super fast, although Riley’s went a bit slower with her, thank goodness. It was a smaller female dolphin that she rode. The dolphin trainers were very intuitive and respectful about what the kids needed. They didn’t push, but at the moment they felt there might be receptivity, Riley was on that dolphin before she could even think about it. And she was so proud!

Seth recieved many sonar session too. We hoped it might help his PANDAS and at the very least, anything that relaxes the body is going to have a positive effect. They even did some sessions together, head to head or feet to feet.

This next photo is one of my very favorite photos from the trip. I just love the tiny boy juxtaposed against the enormous dolphin. Such a gentle majestic, beautiful creature Amizcle is. And any time I can see Seth without his hat, I love it.

Here is HT, getting a smooch from a sweet girl dolphin.

Here I am, loving my good, good kids.

Macy joined us for dinner a couple of times. Her story is interesting. She survived breast cancer decades ago, and felt a strong pull toward dolphins as part of her healing process. She continues to use meditation fueled with dolphin imagary to maintain her vibrant health. This was particularly poignant to me since my friend Clarissa, who made the trip possible, died of the very same disease.

Is there anything more beautiful to a parent than the sight of your children sleeping peacefully? Especially with sun kissed cheeks? I think not. Dream, dream, little ones. Dream of dolphins and floating, and blue water and sky.

Tomorrow, we hit Cancun.

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Mexico

We got back from Mexico the day before Thanksgiving. The trip was a gift from my dear friend Clarissa who died last year after a long illness. She was always the most generous person. I miss her. We brought her picture with us and put it in a prominent place at every hotel. On our trip, we celebrated her life.

One of the places we stayed had a rooftop pool, and at night we would go up there and look at the stars, and wave our hands and say, “Thank you Clarissa!”

We spent a couple of nights in Playa del Carmen. It is a relatively new island town, and it is very relaxed. Gorgeous beaches you can walk for miles on.

And when we got tired, we rested.

No phone. No internet. No distractions.

From Playa del Carmen we went to Cozumel for the main draw of our trip. Dolphin therapy. We stayed at a very old, no frills, but very clean and charming hotel. It was on the second floor, right over the main tourist strip. It was nice because we could people watch but not be down in the thick of it which could be quite the sensory experience during the busier times. We also had a gorgeous view of the water.

Hola! Coffee shop right below. Score!

Culture shock. No helicopter parents in Mexico!

Look closer…mom on back. Baby in hand. No big deal. That’s how families get around there.

Next post more about the dolphins. Happy weekend everyone.

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TTFN

I’m going to unplug for a couple of weeks. I’m not going to blog, read blogs, Facebook or Twitter. I am not going to write. I might not even check e-mail. I am going to connect with my inner wisdom and my family and some good friends.

I’ll write when I get some much needed wind back in my sails.

I’ll leave you with this video from Maya Angelou(thanks KS). Happy Thanksgiving. I appreciate all of you who check in here.

Lovingly yours,

MO’N

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Thank you, insurance lady

Braces are expensive.

We all know this.

Yesterday, the unexpected happened. Our medical insurance company called. HT had submitted a claim, and they were supposed to cover a teensy portion of Riley’s braces. He expected to hear them say they had somehow figured out a way not to cover it, but it turns out, the woman on the other end, told him about a loophole, and if he filed the claim differently, he’d be able to recuperate a substantial chunk back, rather than the teensy.

I repeat. Someone from our medical insurance company called to help us, and save us a bunch of money.

I know, right?

The braces miracles just keep on coming! Riley’s got some good mo-jo going on.

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PENN (FUCKED UP) STATE

As the day goes on I am getting more and more angry about the whole Penn State “it’s okay to prey on little boys and rape them and cover it up” thing. Because you know what? Those boys matter. Those boys are just as important as my children. They are just as important as yours.

The jackasses who rioted last night? Each one of them represents why children who are sexually abused are almost always too ashamed or fearful to tell anyone.

Those rioters? Those jackass kids? They only add to Penn State’s heaping pile of shame.

I am but one mother, but I am here, saying publicly IT IS NOT OKAY TO RAPE CHILDREN OR TO LOOK THE OTHER WAY WHEN OTHERS RAPE CHILDREN. AND I DON’T GIVE A FUCK WHO YOU ARE OR HOW REVERED YOU ARE IN SOCIETY.

CAPICHE?

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My Reasons to Feel Good Today

1) Todd looked handsome heading to work today in his blue shirt and blue tie.

2) A kitchen contractor came today to do an estimate on putting in a dishwasher, and offered a suggestion on doing it that might save us a ton of money. Or should I say, made it a possibility because we were not going to spend a ton of money.

3) The leaves are breathtaking in Cleveland right now. Especially the red ones.

4) The teen on our street who was in a terrible bike accident over the summer made an incredible recovery from her head injury.

5) Tutors come to our house to teach Riley, and Riley loves them.

6) Appt. tomorrow with a specialist to help Seth and it’s covered by our insurance.

7) I made squash curry soup with fresh organic ingredients from our food co-op, and I’m drinking it like coffee today.

8) My awareness that I will benefit from every bit of contrast I experience, (if I allow myself to) even if I don’t like it in the moment.

9) Riley’s observation of an adult the other day, and noting said adult “seemed pretty full of himself.”  In a bad way. First time she’s ever made such an observation. She’s developing discernment.

10) Ladybugs in November.

Got any reasons of your own you’d like to share? I’d love to see them in the comments.

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Snapshots

I’m going on a date tonight with Hot Toddy. It’s been a rare thing for us over the past eleven years, though hopefully it will become a more regular occasion ’cause a friend and I are experimenting with a monthly child care swap for date nights. To celebrate, I am posting some fun snapshots. Frankly, I could use a little more fun. I’ve been a bit Yellow Wallpaper lately (though I realize I am the only one with the key to the door).

So far, my funk doesn’t appear to be affecting the children.


This next one isn’t recent, but IMHO you can never get enough of HT in the Hannah Montana wig. It’s like, sacred.

Todd: I notice there are no pictures of you on this post.

Me: Get your own blog Blondie, and you can post whatever you want. 

Did you know Chihuahuas are made of rubber? True story.

Tanya has to hide in a drawer to get any peace. And even then, it’s no use…. (I know how she feels). Seth is very, very, very, VERY, needy these days. The PANDAS thing. Clingy Mc Clingerson. 24/7.  Still getting to the bottom of it. We WILL get to the bottom of it.

At least I can entertain myself with his very elastic cheeks.

I love the boy. I do.

But I really need this date.

Lovingly yours,

MO’N

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I have the coolest blog readers

This is Rachel Smith. She left a comment the other day re: Seth and his tics. I clicked back on her link and discovered she is a beautiful, soulful singer. I know we are all used to it by now but the Internet continues to amaze me. So many treasures right at our fingertips. It’s miraculous.

This is Rachel’s website.

Enjoy!

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The Great Pumpkin had a good run. Well played, Seth O’Neil

When the kids were little they had all kinds of dietary restrictions and candy was a big no. Wanting them to still have the joy of trick-or-treating, we made up a story (thank you Charles Schultz) about The Great Pumpkin, a benevolent character, who loved kids so much, and cared about their health so much, that children had the option of leaving their candy out for him on Halloween night and he would replace it with toys.

They loved it until last year, when Riley took me aside and said, “Mom, I don’t want to believe in The Great Pumpkin anymore. My friends look at me funny when I mention it.”

It was a poignant moment. She was growing up. She noticed friends looking at her funny and decided on her own what to believe. I hugged her and explained the ruse. How we wanted her and Seth to have all the joy of Halloween and not feel deprived. She understood. She agreed to let Seth believe as long as he would.

So I wasn’t sure about Seth this year. He’s nine. Did he still believe? Had his sister spilled the beans? There was no mention of The Great Pumpkin leading up to Halloween, no mention at all on the day. I was suspicious. And then I forgot with the business of getting them dressed up and out the door. I also forgot to buy toys to replace the candy if Seth did still believe. I figured there was about a 2% chance he was still in on it. They went out trick-or-treating and had a ball with their neighborhood friends.

After tucking them in last night, I suddenly remembered, and went into Riley’s room and whispered, “Riley, does Seth still believe in The Great Pumpkin?” She’d be the one who knew.

She rolled over, looked and me and said, “Yes, I think so. I think he does.”

Crap.

I went into Seth’s room and said casually, “Seth, do you want me to leave your candy out tonight?”

He said, “Why?”

A long silence filled the air. I felt like he knew, but he was gonna make me say it anyway.

“For The Great Pumpkin,” I muttered.

He paused a moment, weighing his response. I could almost hear his thoughts telepathically.

If I say yes, I get a toy. 

If I say no, she’s not going to let me eat all that candy anyway.

“Um…okay,” he finally responded.

On the 2% chance he still believed, guess who was running to Target at twenty minutes to ten last night like a bat out of hell?

So, this morning, they came downstairs, candy was gone. Toys were there. One for Riley. One for Seth. Riley sucked her in breath and said, “THANKS MOM!”

Seth played cool as a cucumber, but the jig was definitely up.

“That Great Pumpkin, sure must be nice!” I said.

He smirked.

“That Great Pumpkin must really, really love you guys to care so much about your health!”

Big old grin on my boy’s face.

“And I bet she’s beautiful,” I added wistfully.

Seth turned and looked directly at me and smiled.

He knew. 100%.

And that’s the end of that.

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Nubby

Jingle’s tail has seen better days. The week before last at homeschool co-op, she was sitting on her mat, minding her own business, hoping some kid would drop a sandwich at lunch, when all hell broke loose.

Someone walked by, and she wagged her tail happily in response. When she did this, her tail swooped under a radiator, and came back out with a gluey gooey mousetrap, about the size of a car license plate, attached.

Jingle freaked and started spinning in a circle, trying to get away from it. I tried to get the trap off of her, but it was stuck tight. My fingers were getting covered in gooey glue. It was disgusting. So much for lunch.

Thankfully, Melinda had scissors with her (some homeschool moms are so prepared). I had to cut the trap off and in the process cut Jingle’s big fluffy tail, way down. Where she used to have a beautiful fan, she now has a nub.

She’s so embarrassed.

If you see her, be cool. Pretend not to notice.

And to any mice in the big old church building where co-op is held?

You’re welcome.

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Click on over if you want…

Over at Hopeful Parents today, with all the details about my hotel night. It’s riveting.

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Self-care

Todd has today off and is not working until tomorrow afternoon. With his encouragment I am at a hotel two seconds away, and for the next 22 hours, I do not have to answer to anyone. No one will demand a thing of me. I’ve got my Trader Joe’s peanut butter cups. I’ve got my Limeaide. I’ve got my O Magazine. I’ve got my iPod with all my meditations.

I’m going to take a long hot uninterrupted unhurried shower. I’m going to snuggle up with Oprah. I’m going to catch my breath.

Fighting the urge to justify it by telling you what I don’t spend money on, that so many women do. But you know what? To hell with that. I’m rocking the hotel and the peanut butter cups. I need it. We can afford it. I’ve already spent too much time on this short paragraph.

See ‘ya later alligators. I’m ’bouts to get all rejuvenated.

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How Can I Help You?

Being with my kids 24/7 has me feeling overwhelmed. I love that they get to be educated at home. Riley is thriving beyond my wildest dreams. Seth really enjoys it. It seems to be working for everyone, except maybe me. It is so isolating sometimes. I miss the camaraderie of work, and the paycheck. No matter how much Todd says it is “our” money there is still a power differential.

Anyway….I’m treading water here and getting tired. I’m not as present with the kids as I like to be, and my main objective seems to be how I can keep them occupied so I can get away from them and their constant needs and demands for twenty minutes here, half an hour there. I am not motivated to cook. Our weekly organic produce rots on the counter. If I have to do another dish I am going to scream. Todd and I don’t go out. We don’t do anything social. He is happy to come home and hang out after working hard all week but I’m dying here. I feel so ready to take a job. Perhaps something part-time in the evenings. Nursing would make sense. It is where I can make the most money. I’d have to take my boards again, but whatever. It wasn’t that hard the first time.

And then, perhaps the real reason for the overwhelm. Seth had a sore throat last week. Peering in with a flashlight, the back of his throat actually looked bloody. A couple of days later, it looked more like hamburger meat. This week his tics are really severe. His whole body seizes up. His arm does a wide circular motion. It can take him 20 tries before getting a sentence out, as if his speech is a vinyl record getting stuck on a scratch. The hypothesis with PANDAS is that a strep infection causes an auto-immune response, which somehow attacks the basil ganglia of the brain, the part that controls movement. So you not only have to stop the strep, but also the auto-immune response to it. Seth does not have the truly debilitating psychiatric symptoms often associated with PANDAS but he does have irrational fears and some urinary issues which cause him embarrassment. He fits the criteria for the diagnosis. And if it isn’t PANDAS, what the hell is it?

Our regular pediatrician does not give a shit. He acts as if I have Munchausen by Proxy syndrome because I do not settle for his lackadaisical, “kids outgrow tics.” This isn’t a slight little tic. This is a whole bunch of tics. Some are vocal, some are full body seizing tics (which are constant, Seth’s ribs are sore from it) and it’s not just tics. He is nine and can’t go upstairs by himself, due to fear. He wasn’t always this way.

Luckily we have a specialist who knows about the condition and is doing her best to treat it, but we really have not found the magic bullet yet. Seth’s immune system is screwed up and has been since he was at least three. He missed 33 days of school his kindergarten year.

I find myself resenting women who gripe about how school is closed for this holiday or that and they can’t get any work done. It was never my dream to homeschool and I am not a natural teacher. I fantasize about sending my kids to school, but it was horrible for Riley and school is strep city. And …how could I think of sending Seth? Ticking all over the place and stammering and smelling like pee? No. Not putting him through that. I know it is all relative and so many people have it so much worse than us, but I am tired.

And this is what the overwhelm is really about. My boy is not doing so hot, and I can’t get a minute to catch my breath, and sit with it, and tune into my inner guidance, and really figure out what he needs.

So many good things to report though. Riley got expanders for her upcoming braces and she is doing so well with this metal device attached to her upper palate. She is 100% on board with braces and feels like a “teenager,” and is so full of herself over them. It is a right of passage for her and she is loving it. She is handling all the associated sensory issues like a champ. Better than I would be. She is just growing and thriving in so many ways. Looking at how well she is doing, knowing how far she’s come, I know we can get to the bottom of things with Seth.

We have to.

He is such a good kid. Even with all of this, he’s mostly happy. He’s mostly joyful.

What’s it all about little man? How can I help you?

What does your soul want me to know?

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Two Years Together

Thank you to everyone who helped bring Jingle to Riley. We will never forget your generosity.

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