Today, my wife went over and picked up some McDonald’s breakfast for all of us. As Ricky was pulling all the food out he encountered an item that surprised him so much his eyes got as big as silver dollars. As he pulled a “hash-brown” out he said, “Dad, Dad, look at this BIG, GIANT, FLAT tater-tot!”
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He must be a performer at heart with the way he “rocked the house.” That’s right, last week Ricky was invited to participate in a music concert with his class at school. We had no idea until we showed up Continue reading →
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It was time. There was NO way I could continue to squeeze my two little dudes in to their raggedy, way-too-small, holy (as in, with holes – not the spiritual sort of holy) super-hero underwear. Keep this on the down-low because I’m not too proud of this, but when Ricky told me Continue reading →
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I had no idea it would work for others like it works for me. I had no idea anyone else would be “stupid” enough to even TRY my “hair-brained” scheme. I had no idea anyone else would be remotely interested in applying one of my “made-up” philosophies – I’m talking about the one that that brings with it self-induced aggravation and sometimes makes me stew with irritation; but always “in the end” results in making me feel like I’m doing the very best I can – even BETTER than I THINK I can – and always leaves me feeling good about myself and my efforts.
But someone else not only tried it – but after only a week BRAGGED to me about THEIR results. I’m still a bit shocked.
What is it I’m talking about here? Continue reading →
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Ricky recently learned about camouflage. All weekend he was changing clothes (all green to lay in the grass) (all white to stand in front of the fridge) (brown to lay on the kitchen floor) and saying, “Can you see me?” But THIS ONE cracked me up. Ricky + Camouflage = Rickouflage. See it HERE
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It should be known. I really LOVE my wife. There is not another woman that could do what she does every day, day-in and day-out, with such a great attitude. She loves our kids, she loves me and she makes ALL of us feel like we are the most important people in the world. She is my best friend and better than I deserve. (It’s OK, I know I married UP.)
There is ONE thing that she doesn’t like me to do – and that is when I gush about her to others. I’m lucky there too, though, because she doesn’t read any of my blogs or my autism laughter therapy facebook page so I can say what I want without embarrassing her too bad.
I have talked about her a bit in some previous posts. Here’s what she does to manipulate me (Don’t be alarmed… I like it): http://1in110.com/?p=3912 and here I briefly mentioned leaving a note for her and her reaction being that she thought I was dying – not the reaction I wanted: http://1in110.com/?p=3863
My wife is, “The BOMB!”
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You should know: I have GREAT admiration for all you loving parents who accept and overcome your anguish and heartbreak for a child who was born with autism. This anguish often continues every day, without relief, for your whole life. A lot of the time you are required to give superhuman nurturing care that never ceases, day or night. Many a mother’s arms and heart have ached years on end, giving comfort and relieving the suffering of her special child. YOU are special and appreciated and your rewards will be great. I am not sure when, but I am sure.
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Enough already – on our recent family trip my two oldest boys decided it would be a good idea to help Ricky understand how to spot a BMW (or as he calls them – A BEEMER) while we were driving. Little did they know the result would be that cute little Ricky would spend the rest of the trip annoying the CRAP out of them – and subsequently almost everyone else. Continue reading →
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This past weekend, we took the eldest (and all the rest) on a brief family trip to a college campus to check out if he may want to attend there next semester. Typically, we get a hotel with a continental breakfast for obvious reasons.
This trip was no different. As Ricky and I looked over the veritable smorgasbord of options, Ricky spotted a peeled, boiled egg. Keep in mind we don’t typically eat boiled eggs because we have 5 boys and really don’t want to create a possible “Weapon of Mass Destruction” smell in our home. Continue reading →
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It seems I’ve neglected to add a few posts here that have made it to the facebook page – so, here they are:
Aiming For Clergy
One Sunday, Ricky took his clay and made a “crudely fashioned gun” stood up, and proclaimed, “He’s talking too much” as he aimed the “weapon” at the pulpit. The fellow speaking saw him, smiled (he knows our boys) and kept on going. I love the way our boys are accepted by those we worship with.
For the Love of Worms
Ricky “rounded up” some worms in the backyard and was playing for hours. Then he piled them all up and said, “Dad, look – a dog-pile with worms. Wait… WORMPILE!” He was SO proud. For some reason I feel like I need to wash my hands. You can see Ricky’s WORMPILE HERE
Hotdog Creatures
OK. No more hot-dog and pretzel sticks for Ricky for lunch. This, he calls his pet weeniepillar.
Ricky Rocks!
I looked outside yesterday and found Ricky busy altering some river-stones. If Ricky is right, then rocks are part of our family and we have a happy family. They now reflect that happiness. See em HERE.
Say What?
This evening Ricky asked me. “What is Nimrod?” I went straight to the older boys who “claim” he got it from Mr. Popper’s Penguins.
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NOTE: after writing this article and re-reading it, it sure comes off as if I’m bitter. I hope you know that’s not the point – and I’m not – I guess I just got on a ticked-off tirade for a few minutes. The point is to illustrate, well, just read the article:
A few days back I was engaged in a conversation with someone who FINALLY – and I say “FINALLY” because it’s rare with people I care about – but they finally tripped one of my “Hot Buttons” and sent me in to fit of rage. OK, maybe not RAGE, but I was a bit upset and – I’m kind of embarrassed now – and have since apologized – but I guess I got in their face. Continue reading →
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