I noticed the other day that the t-shirts I jog in are giving me a farmer tan. If I lived on a farm, this would be perfectly fine. Probably even expected. But in the grand city of L.A. I don’t even think it’s allowed! I’m pretty sure there are rules about that sort of things…
When Stevie started Occupational Therapy about 8 months ago, he would have nothing to do with it. Well, actually, all of his therapies have started out that way. But OT was one of the worst. The longest resistance. His therapist would come to our house and work with what we had, to try and improve…
I broke my shopping diet. Relapsed. Spent $50 at Old Navy. It was a particularly stressful week and honestly, it felt soooo gooood. Stevie sat quietly while I tried on a bunch of clothes and that, in itself, was a miracle. Now I think that maybe if I was going to go to the trouble…
Most of you know that Stevie and I keep a pretty packed schedule. Between 8 therapy sessions a week and preschool and errands and naps and whatever else comes our way, we don’t have a ton of free time. And I never thought I was the type of person who relied on schedules and plans.…