Baaaaaaaby Photos

My niece:

Stephanie and Steve Dillick proundly announce:

( Maya Lorraine! )

Born on October 29, 2005 at 2:55am. 8 pounds, 9 ounces.

Baaaaaaaby Photos

My niece:

Stephanie and Steve Dillick proundly announce:

( Maya Lorraine! )

Born on October 29, 2005 at 2:55am. 8 pounds, 9 ounces.

poem

I posted this last year, but figured, what the heck, I'll post it again.

November begins
with leftover Halloween candy
purchased for half price at the grocery store.
Soon candy corn gives way to
Indian corn
decorating the door,
a welcome home sign
for family members who gather for that
most American of holidays;
celebrating their thankfulness with
turkey for five, or twelve,
or two,
depending on how the family has grown
or gone.
November ends
With leftover pumpkin pie,
holiday shopping and wondering
at how quickly the year has flown,
while outside the trees rival the summer flowers
with their brilliance,
Reminding us
that even endings can be beautiful.

poem

I posted this last year, but figured, what the heck, I'll post it again.

November begins
with leftover Halloween candy
purchased for half price at the grocery store.
Soon candy corn gives way to
Indian corn
decorating the door,
a welcome home sign
for family members who gather for that
most American of holidays;
celebrating their thankfulness with
turkey for five, or twelve,
or two,
depending on how the family has grown
or gone.
November ends
With leftover pumpkin pie,
holiday shopping and wondering
at how quickly the year has flown,
while outside the trees rival the summer flowers
with their brilliance,
Reminding us
that even endings can be beautiful.

NaNo

Well, I'm chugging along nicely with my story. Hurrah. Worked on it a lot last night and a bit this morning, and some just now, so I have a nice healthy number of words under my belt thus far. Not sure if I'll stay the distance, but it's a start.

Can anyone who wants to let me know your name on NaNo so I can add you there? And please add me back. Thanks.

NaNo

Well, I'm chugging along nicely with my story. Hurrah. Worked on it a lot last night and a bit this morning, and some just now, so I have a nice healthy number of words under my belt thus far. Not sure if I'll stay the distance, but it's a start.

Can anyone who wants to let me know your name on NaNo so I can add you there? And please add me back. Thanks.

All happy families are alike

Excues me a second...ARUGH!!!!

I love my family but sometimes I really, really hate them.

Was just talking to my sister, the one who just had the baby, and we were having a lovely conversation until she decided to impart her knowlege of special needs kids and IEPs, as she is obviously is much more an expert on it having taken a class, rather than, oh, I don't know, having a child in the special needs program for the last five years.

I can't bloody stand it when my family acts like I'm a complete moron because I'm not doing what they think I ought to be doing. She seems to think I just float along and don't worry if Charlie is getting the attention he needs. Does she, wife of a successful lawyer who just spent one point something million dollars on a house they haven't even moved into yet, know what it is like to be a mother of limited financial means who maybe doesn't have the luxury of sending her son to a school out of district? No. And, some problems aside, I'm quite happy with the program he is in now, thank you very much.

the thing that kills me is I am so careful to remain unjudgemental with her, because she is extremely sesnsitive. Earlier in the conversation she commented about how our mother isn't pleased they haven't yet moved into their home, and I could have easily said something about how maybe they should have sped it up a bit, but I knew they were doing the best they could, and I just sympathised. I know my mother can be a judgemental pain in the arse.

For feck's sake, I'm doing the best I can. I think I'm a pretty decent mother. I pay attention to what is going on with my son's schooling, and I have fought for the things I think he needs.

Gar.

I'm done. Thanks for listening.

All happy families are alike

Excues me a second...ARUGH!!!!

I love my family but sometimes I really, really hate them.

Was just talking to my sister, the one who just had the baby, and we were having a lovely conversation until she decided to impart her knowlege of special needs kids and IEPs, as she is obviously is much more an expert on it having taken a class, rather than, oh, I don't know, having a child in the special needs program for the last five years.

I can't bloody stand it when my family acts like I'm a complete moron because I'm not doing what they think I ought to be doing. She seems to think I just float along and don't worry if Charlie is getting the attention he needs. Does she, wife of a successful lawyer who just spent one point something million dollars on a house they haven't even moved into yet, know what it is like to be a mother of limited financial means who maybe doesn't have the luxury of sending her son to a school out of district? No. And, some problems aside, I'm quite happy with the program he is in now, thank you very much.

the thing that kills me is I am so careful to remain unjudgemental with her, because she is extremely sesnsitive. Earlier in the conversation she commented about how our mother isn't pleased they haven't yet moved into their home, and I could have easily said something about how maybe they should have sped it up a bit, but I knew they were doing the best they could, and I just sympathised. I know my mother can be a judgemental pain in the arse.

For feck's sake, I'm doing the best I can. I think I'm a pretty decent mother. I pay attention to what is going on with my son's schooling, and I have fought for the things I think he needs.

Gar.

I'm done. Thanks for listening.