Blow Out

By Sandy on May 17, 2012

Within 3 days, Josiah has torn holes in 3 pairs of shorts. Sunday, we noticed a huge rip down the back of his plaid shorts, late in the afternoon. When I picked Josiah up after school on Monday, he was not wearing the shorts I had sent him to school in. Apparently, during PE, he tore a hole through his 2nd pair of plaid shorts. Tuesday, the 3rd pair of shorts had a blow out.

I purchased these shorts not long ago. He has probably worn each pair only 2-3 times. They haven’t even been laundered very much. I’m not sure why they didn’t last. I can’t figure out what Josiah did to create such big holes in each of his shorts. As far as I can tell he didn’t tear them intentionally, or snag them on something or get them caught on anything.

My Plate is FULL

By Sandy on May 6, 2012

Perhaps I spoke too soon. Perhaps I am not so great at looking for the good in everything. Perhaps I react more than I respond. These last 24 hours have proven I’m not as pulled together as I like to think. Here are some of the highlights.

The kids had early release yesterday. Josiah was home a little after noon and in hyper drive for some unknown reason. He thought it funny to find things to knock over, climb on or throw. I spent the majority of my time trying to redirect him and/or clean up after him.

Back to the Drawing Board

By Sandy on May 4, 2012

If we could just wear Josiah out during the day, he would sleep at night. It makes perfect sense, right? He doesn’t like to do much in the way of exercise, so, getting the boy in a pool to swim should do the trick. Yesterday, after all the kids got home from school, I packed our pool bag.

My fabulous friend, LuAnn, had graciously offered her pool any time we wanted to use it. Her exact words were. “Our pool is your pool.” Such a great friend. Everyone should have a friend like her. Turns out only Chandler wanted to go. Josiah didn’t have a choice. He WAS going.

Respite

By Sandy on April 30, 2012

Saturday, Rick and I had a few hours of respite. A local church held an outreach in which they cared for children with disabilities so the parents could have a break. We knew no one at the church. We knew nothing about the place. We had no idea exactly what would take place. We signed up anyway.

Are you kidding me? 3-4 hours to do whatever we want is extremely rare. We were all over that idea. We prepared Josiah as best we could. We explained he was going to get to have fun and meet new people. He readily hopped into the van. He was excited to go for a ride.

He happily hopped out when we arrived at the church, took our hands and walked in as if he’d done this a million times before. Then, he took a very quick glance at the place, spun around and bolted for the door. He signed FINISHED, just to be sure we got the message, as he was running towards the exit.

We Are Not Alone

By Sandy on April 29, 2012

A few days ago, Chandler asked, “Why do you always write about Josiah not sleeping?” Maybe lack of sleep is a recurring theme because lack of sleep IS a recurring theme at our house. I was up with Josiah til 3 am Friday night. It was my turn. Rick had stayed up with Josiah 2 nights prior to that.

Last night I was so tired I crashed just after 9 pm. With hind sight it was a good thing I did. I was awakened by Josiah around 1:30 am. I spent a while with him on the couch. Didn’t even try the David Tutera trick. I think I was too tired to even turn it on. I just laid there, hoping Josiah would calm down enough to sleep. He didn’t.