Puzzling Isn’t It?

By Sandy on September 24, 2013

Josiah is an enigma. A psychologist told me, years ago. An enigma is a person that is mysterious, puzzling or difficult to understand. Unfortunately, We don’t own an enigma handbook. Sure wish we did. It would make life much easier if we could just flip to the index when necessary.

Simplistic, strategic steps to remedy difficult situations would be most beneficial. I’m not asking for much. I just want a basic formula to follow when things quickly spiral out of control. And, it has to be fool-proof. Definitely fool-proof. No spiraling allowed.

Taking Care of Our Boy

By Sandy on September 13, 2013

Yesterday, we took Josiah to see a specialist. The specialist needed to draw blood. As soon as the Dr asked if we wanted to have it done, Rick and I glared at each other. We hesitated for a moment, knowing full well what a blood draw would entail.

We try to prepare Josiah, as much as possible for what is about to happen to him BEFORE it happens. Not really knowing how much he truly understands, it seems best to explain pretty much everything. On the way to the appointment yesterday, I told Josiah a couple of different times he was going to see a new Dr. I told him we were just going to sit in a room with this new Dr. and talk. I told him there would be no pain. Unintentionally, I lied.

It’s Off to School We Go

By Sandy on August 24, 2013

Josiah’s new teacher called last week. She introduced herself and asked if I could bring Josiah to meet her and to see his new school. It’s hard to imagine, but our little guy is going to Intermediate School in just a few days. No more Elementary School that he’s known since the age of 3. No more Ms. Frances or Ms. Cheryl or Ms. Katrina. No more familiarity with the routine and structure he has come to know and expect for the past 8 years. We are on to new horizons with new hurdles to leap over and new hoops to jump through.

In the blink of an eye, we have arrived at the middle school years.

Oh We of Little Sleep

By Sandy on July 12, 2013

Sometimes I wonder if we will have a normal night of sleep, ever again. It certainly doesn’t feel like it. I’m sitting outside the door of Josiah’s room, waiting for sleep to come. It’s 3:22 am. Though I hear him yawn more than once, I know it could be quite a long time yet before Josiah settles down to sleep.

The late night hours seem to energize him some how. We joke that he’s nocturnal. Sitting in the quiet stillness of the dark and listening to his frenzied activity, I almost believe it. Josiah’s energy level greatly increases as the sun goes down. It’s as if he is unable to calm himself down enough to sleep. Instead of winding down, his body revs up.

Take Me Out to the Ball Game

By Sandy on May 29, 2013

After such a stellar experience at the Rocket’s basketball game, Rick and I figured Josiah might enjoy a professional baseball game. Well, that’s not really accurate. Truth be told, the Cleveland Indians were in town. Rick’s from Cleveland and has followed the team for as long as I can remember. They never play in Houston.

This was a first and Rick wanted to be there.