50s Day and a Painful Step

My little guy had a big day.

First, he dressed up in 50s style for the 50th day of school.

Posing with his friend who also goes to our church.

Then he came home, changed into his muck boots and proceeded to play outside. A few minutes later I hear a wail. Poor fella stepped on a nail that went through his boot and into his foot.

Praise God there wasn’t much blood but it’s still quite painful. He’s up to date on his tetanus shot. Naturally he’s concerned about being able to trick or treat on Monday. 🙂

It’s not a big deal for most families 

But for us to be able to go to the public pool and actually have fun with no incidents is such a huge blessing!  Furthermore,  I took both kids by myself.  

I seriously had thought our days of having fun as a family were over. …or at least on hold until Beauty got out of puberty.  

Today, though, we had a wonderful time together at the pool. Perhaps only parents of special needs kids can understand how overjoyed this makes me. 

The Attack on Men

Our men are under attack! T.V. shows, movies, pop culture….for years they have been changing what we expect of our men, fathers and husbands. Often seen as buffoons or clowns, or over-worked businessmen who have no time for their families. Now what decent men are left have to stand by while their wives and daughters share a bathroom with any male who claims to identify as a woman.It is a shame, really, but why is it happening?

I’m so stinkin’ proud!

I did not post much on Friday because we were busy as a family.

The highlight of the day concerns our daughter.  You may recall she is 12 and “special needs”. She has multiple diagnosis, all cognitive in nature. Physically she is healthy and strong-Praise the Lord-but her IQ was tested to be 55. In some ways, she is “further behind” than her 6-year-old brother. I use quotes because, while these labels are helpful in getting her the appropriate assistance, they do NOT define who she is as a cherished girl created by God. She faces many challenges and as both her mother and her home school teacher, I am challenged right along with her. The whole family is.

Anyway, one of her struggles is with sensory issues. On the one hand, she SEEKS deep pressure input and “hard work” (swimming, hanging from the monkey bars, shoveling are all good activities to help balance her nervous system), she also AVOIDS other stimuli such as loud crowds. A HUGE challenge we have is with her hair. Here is a picture from her 12th birthday:


That long, curly hair is a battleground! She cannot stand for anyone to touch her head/hair. Trying to shampoo it and then comb out the tangles is a war I reserve only for Saturday nights (for church the next day). It stays a horrible tangled mess the rest of the week. She has never been to a salon because 1. In the past, we didn’t want to disturb the beautiful blonde curls (she used to let me fix it) and 2. We figured some battles are better left at home and not out in public……..UNTIL TODAY! When we got ready to leave to do some shopping this morning, her hair was quite tangled. Her dad coaxed her into letting me try to do something with it, but it was really bad. We had had enough. We told her it would be best if we let someone cut it, just a little. Once she realized we didn’t mean as short as her dad and brother’s, she agreed.

So, finally, at 12 years old, she had her first visit to the salon!

She LOVED having her hair shampooed (who doesn’t?) and was so patient and cooperative during the entire process. She kept asking if she could come back! The stylist was very nice and understanding as well.

Here is her new, “grown-up” hairstyle that she now doesn’t want us to touch because we will “mess it up”. Hee Hee

jan 29 2016

The stylist straightened it in hopes it would give us a couple of days without tangles. However, after tonight’s bath it was a little damp and the curls came back. It was super cute with the curls too! She seems very happy with it and I am hopeful she will once again allow me to comb and style it, since it won’t be so painful.

I am so stinkin’ proud of this kid!!!!

9 Things We Should Get Rid of….

I do not usually post about parenting or other such things, but I thought this article offered excellent advice.


She borrowed something from me. And then she lost it. Accidents happen.  But it was the whole “It only cost ten bucks-you can get another one” attitude that I couldn’t let happen a moment longer. So, I gave her a job that required hard work and gave her the $10 she earned and then I made her pay me for what she lost. – See more at: http://wearethatfamily.com/2014/03/9-things-we-should-get-rid-of-to-help-our-kids/#sthash.crpat0VW.dpuf

Our Mcafee days are numbered. My sanity already moved!

It has been a busy few days.

You may recall we are moving. It is just one county over, but moving is moving right? After literally months of not knowing if we were going to move or stay put, now that the house has been purchased it has been full steam ahead.

We are moving to an old farmhouse. The core of the home was built in the 20s with additions added in the sixties. It sat vacant for a few months. We’ve ripped up old carpet, put down new floors, painted and of course scrubbed. Well, to be honest my dad and helpful friends and family have done the bulk of the work.

The “new” house is looking great, the “old” one…not so much! I am amazed at how much stuff we actually have and feel overwhelmed with the organizing, sorting, and decision of what to keep or toss.

I’m just glad when I move from this world, to Jesus’ kingdom, I won’t have to pack!

A Mom Looking Back….and forth

After dropping my daughter off at school, I came home and logged on while Hubs and Buck remained asleep.  Every now and then I’d do a chore or two; start the dishwasher, sweep the floor. I always came back to see if anything “new” had popped up on FB or my WordPress Reader. Suddenly I was reminded of a conversation my dad and I had.

I was fretting one day about not being able to call someone, or maybe my internet connection was down because of a lightning strike…I forget. Anyway, my dad said “What did your Grandmother (his mom) do when she had no one to talk to?”. Good point.

I cannot imagine going about my day without SOME contact with the outside world, even if it’s only via the internet. What if my day was totally secluded, contained within the borders of my home? What if my only “adult conversation” was with my husband? Those of  you who know me would understand the dilemma there. Hubs does not speak, unless it is to ask what’s for dinner. The quiet that was so refreshing and appealing when we were dating has become a slight aggravation after eleven years of marriage. 🙂

Still, what if I couldn’t text my mom or my sister to complain, brag or inquire? What if I had no idea what was happening in the world, apart from what the radio revealed? Well, this was my grandmother’s world. The t.v. wasn’t on during the day (mine isn’t either, honestly I hardly watch it). She had a telephone but made only necessary calls and kept it short and to the point. There was no internet. No cell phones. If one’s car died while driving, they had to walk. Another thing, there were no “mom groups” or fancy play dates. A child’s first friends was her sibling or cousins.

Yes, there are a lot of things about the era in which my grandmother raised children that is appealing to me, and she did it because that was the norm. There was no alternative.

Personally, I think I’d go nuts without the internet now that I have it. I can do without tv. Maybe even the phone, except for emergencies.  Does this make me a busy body. Not really. I’m not nosing into other’s business. Even on Facebook. I’m just an information-driven personality.

So, give me quiet days. Give me the value of hard work and family. But also give me information at my fingertips.

Just sayin’.