It's been a tough few days.I drank beer on a school night.I've eaten Jelly Babies.A whole bag of them.190g.In one sitting.What's your go to comfort food of choice?
There was a period of around thirty minutes last evening when I realised that I didn't like myself.Homework had not gone well.He was crying and saying he hated me.I was screeching like the proverbial banshee. The evening was saved for the both of us bythe friend-who-is-like-my-brother.Him, and the consumption of beer.By me. A side note: I was asked … Continue reading Brothers and Beer
It was a where-did-that-weekend-go? kind of weekend.It was one where we covered around 500 miles in around 31 hours.It was one where we met our beautiful new cousin.It was one where we attended a surprise 50th Wedding tea party. It was one where I felt the ties that bind.It was one where I could see the … Continue reading Me on Monday
This gorgeous wee thingis the newest member of my family.The Boy Child and I are her cousins.And you know what a big fan of cousins I am.
The mini-book I mentioned earlier in the week will be given as a gift today. There's no clear shot of the front cover, because that has The Boy Child's name on. Photos, embellishments and paper. Keeping it extremely simple. With extra photos tucked away in a pocket. Odd sized pages, cut as the fancy took … Continue reading Minibook | The Reveal
The Boy Child and I are into our fourth weekat the new school.Here's a few initial thoughts from me.~ the school is behind this church ~1) Drop-off and pick-up are chaotic! They probably aren't, it just feels that way.2) The other kiddos are super-friendly, their mums not so much.Only two have spoken to me and … Continue reading Five on Friday | The Starting Over Edition
The new school hours for The Boy Child have taken some getting used to. Not by him, I might add, he's loving the shorter day. That hour less in my afternoons has been a considerable loss, but I now know I'm getting used to it because scrapping time is reappearing in my own version of … Continue reading The Scrapping Groove
With more than a hint of Autumn in the air,it's time for something a wee bit moresubstantial than your run-of-the-mill sandwichat lunch-time.Cheese and tomato on toast.A strongly flavoured mature cheddar,sliced cherry tomatoes and a generous dash ofLea and Perrin's.Food of the gods.
I've had cause this last week or so to make a personalised gift for The Boy Child to give someone.I start with good intentions and end wondering why I put myself through it. It's not the cutting of the cardstock. It's not even the design. It's the binding.I never, ever get the binding right on the first attempt.But I console … Continue reading The Crafting Agony of Mini-books*
There are some things about autism that are hard to live with. It's all relative because, let's be honest, autism is hard to live with.Full stop. Let's talk language and specifically, echolalia.I'd never heard the word echolalia untilThe Boy Child started working with a Speech Therapist a few years ago.As he has made progress with language, The Boy … Continue reading Autism and the Everyday #4