God & Red40

This evening we took the boys to dinner at Cheddars.  We got into this discussion about God and how He's been speaking to my son.  He said God told him today to share his Reese's pieces that he got from the treasure box with his friends, so he did, with 2 little girls who are always mean to him.  He said he asked them if they knew why he shared with them, they said no, he told them that God told him to, they said "okay."  I am proud that he is not scared to share his faith at such a young age.
I also hate that he sometimes gets a bad wrap at school.  He's been complaining that he wants to be homeschooled and that the kids are mean to him.  I don't like that he is struggling so much.  He's so smart!  They keep telling me that he can't seem to focus, and I've heard this same song and dance so many times with regards to my oldest son.  Apparently it was bad enough that it was referred to a "social worker" who called me today to inform me that she's heard about him having behavioral issues and wondered if we needed assistance.  I kindly declined and explained that all is well and he's 9 and is expressing his independence.  He's a good kid and he's smart.  And I already have an autistic child, so I know what to look for.  I guess she heard enough, she told me that she didn't need to talk to me anymore, and that it sounded like I had had everything under control and she didn't understand why he was referred.  So glad someone finally understood me!

My #1 child is completely out of control right now.  He came home heavily loaded down with attitude.  He got upset that someone in his class was trying to help him glue stuff and he "didn't want any help, because I can do it myself!"  Wow.  He's not normally that passionate about doing stuff for himself.  He's been so off the chain lately.  I'm going to have to start closely watching what he gets to eat, again.  Hopefully I can get to the bottom of what's going on.

God please take care of my boys and guide me and my hubby in raising them.

Lawnmower Hugs and Crayon Dreams

I don't know what has gotten into you these days.  Everything I say, you have a negative and sarcastic rebuttal for.  You certainly don't 'sound' like a 9 year old!  I don't know what to do to straighten you out.  Lord, help me survive this kids childhood.  Apparently your teacher took away 5 days of recess because you were a chatterbox at school yesterday and you can home complaining that everyone in your class hates you and that you want to be homeschooled.....hmmm.
The one cute thing you did this week was come home with a new piece of art - a picture of our puppy Bosco.  It was very good!  Equaling the highlight of my week :) I'm not sure if that's really really sad or a good thing.

And you my Jare, goodness.  Your teachers just discovered (last Friday) that you've been off meds since December.  Funny they didn't notice sooner!  I guess the meds weren't working as well as we thought.  Took them 3 months to figure it out.  So glad I made the decision to take you off.  Thank God for His confirmation that I am doing the right thing!  I hated you having to take meds and poison your body.  So we are going to handle your autism head on, day by day, drug-free.  I'm happy about that!
Sunday night you hugged the lawnmower goodbye as Uncle Cecil was loading into his truck to borrow.  Dont worry, your 'linemower' will be back soon, son.  Today you brought me a new piece of art as well.... A picture you drew of the brown truck, the red truck and the blue truck! I think you like our trucks.

I love you my dirty nerdys <3

Addicted to Doh!

Doughnuts, Do-nuts, donuts - they're all the same, a baked treat covered in an array of sugary confessions bursting with colors via fillings or sprinkles.

My boys = addicted.  There's NOTHING better on the planet than warm dough rolled in a sweet explosion of refined sugar to make your taste buds do the happy dance!   This addiction to donuts (Shipley's, or chocolate covered or powdered donuts) makes for tighter fitting jeans and a wallop to my checkbook!  Growing kids are a great thing.... but NOT like this!

Jaws of His Life

After listening to the  Cha Cha Slide on YouTube, I watched as my son intently turned on his MOST favorite song..... The Jaws Theme song.  As I watched him, he closed his eyes as though listening was a meditation, he was "all in".  It was the funniest thing.  Jaws has been his life's "theme song" for over a year.  My shark obsessed 9 year old loves Jaws!   Aside from Superman or Tornados - Jaws IS the bees knees!

Heartwarming, make that "rug warming"...

Nothing warms a mothers heart more than hearing a loving and wonderful conversation between the two dirty nerdys she loves:
As I stood outside the bathroom door last night to make sure they were showering and getting ready for bed, I overheard some conversation.  I realized one child had gotten out of the shower and was done, while the other had never even gotten in the shower.  My favorite part of being a mom is how they do exactly what you tell them the very first time you tell them to do something, oh wait!!! That only happens in a perfect world :) Anyway, of this conversation that was so sweet at some point I'm sure, I hear "why did you pee on the rug?!"  Instantly I went into fight mode..... What?!?! (Please tell me that my boys are not the only ones who do things like this).  As I begin to question the one accused of peeing on the rug, the one being accused points out the fact that the accuser has also pee'd on the rug - so apparently they were peeing together.  Nice.
If you're like me, then you too got excited that this incident equaled one more thing you got to clean up that day, oh yay.  Punishment quickly ensued and was laid out.  500 sentences each and the were grounded until I got the 500 sentences in my hand, and since this is a 4 day weekend for them, I thought they'd hasten to get it done fast.  I sent them to bed at 8pm.  I guess they got in there and discussed it and about 20 minutes later emerged with heartfelt apologies..... I still want my sentences. I just lessened the punishment to 250 instead of 500 and still grounded until I get all of them in my hand.  Trying to demonstrate a "little" grace, yet maintain my tough exterior.

I'm a softy.

A Mommy's Dedication

This blog is dedicated to my 2 amazing boys - "my dirty nerdys!"   May my memories become your memories and may they follow you for the rest of your days.  All my love.

I love you boys forever and always,
Mom (your snuggle buddy)