Today is Devon’s fifth birthday. We held his party on Saturday because today is his first day back to preschool and I thought a party and school might be enough to make his head explode. And maybe mine, too. I can’t quite believe my baby has hit five. The last five years have been a [...]

Today Loren and Cassidy started back to school and I began my new job at a new school. We aren’t a household to boast about our coolness with transitions. Although the three of us reported back with good days, the upheaval of ending the easy glide of summer break and jumping back into the order [...]

Good god, sometimes being a female is entirely too much work. Why, after 38+ years of this am I not catching on, I just don’t know. But it continues to get me time and again. Today I woke up all in a bind because I actually had to move my ass in order to get [...]

One of the efforts we work on in Devon’s weekly OT visits is food familiarity. This might seem a bit odd to those of us who are far too intimate with food to begin, but for a little guy like mine who would rather go hungry than deal with the nasty business of actually touching [...]

When do we lose the ability to so joyfully dig a big one out of our noses and feel completely at peace about it? This is one of my favorite things about Devon’s age right now. If he feels like taking off his pants, he does it. If he lets one rip, he giggles. It [...]

Some days I truly think I might be getting my shit together. Today was one of Devon’s home days, meaning we got to spend the whole day together. I like these days. He and I get to function at a pace that is optimal for a 2 year-old, rather than the break neck speed that [...]

Today was the first day since early June that resembled anything close to normal. The older kids went to school, I got a bit of work done and had ample chances to entertain Devon. There was no frantic work to be done at the townehome. There were no doctor appointments. Just my mother sifting [...]

I don’t think I can take it. I am not made for this sort of abuse. I don’t know how it happened or exactly when, but Devon is Satan’s Spawn. It’s true. He can now open all the doors in our wee home. This means he can freely enter the bathrooms at any time and [...]