Cinderella is only her seventh favorite princess...

I don't know what to write really, so I'll sit here and think about it..............

Well, Emma, 9, mild Asperger's, didn't like the adult sized Cinderella costume I got her. It was the only pretty little girl costume left at Target that would fit her! She's so much like her mama, kid sizes don't fit, is too chunky. She said that Cinderella is only her 7th favorite Disney Princess, augh! So, we went chasing all over town looking for something to make her happy. We finally made it over to Kmart where she found the costume she saw before that she was desirous of--I guess it went in one ear and out the other after she fussed about the diva/pop star costume she originally wanted that wasn't in her size. So anyhow, I became greatly relieved as I tried it on her, it fit THANK THE DEAR LORD, and after all that, buying the $8 wig she wanted to wear with it was a smalll price to pay for some beloved peace. Reminds me of the time when I was 16 and had a crush on this really nice guy who didn't like me in that way, but being the optimistic and relentless romantic that I was, I hoped anyhow, especially if I came to the dance that night looking really good. My mom took me to the mall to find a new dress, and I tried on like 50 until I found one I was happy with. I caused my mom excruciating pain that day, and I guess I got some of it back to me this past weekend...

Ammon, 3, classic autism, got a fever yesterday, got pale, laid around and was miserable. This morning, he threw up a couple of times. But soon thereafter, he made a miraculous recovery. He came right over when I asked him if he wanted a bath, and he splashed and smiled a lot. He then sat at the table and wanted to eat. So, I gave him some crackers. After he snarfed those, he finished off the last of a baggie of Life cereal. He then started coloring, doing his cute little stims like his waving back and forth with his arms and head like Stevie Wonder, and getting into stuff. It did my heart a lot of joy to see him feel well again so fast and do the things he loves again, but my stress meter shot up when he started doing his usual destroying too. Actually, that compounded with Sarah. Sarah, 5, classic autism, was really going at it in the kitchen today. I finally changed the broken locking latch on the fridge, so instead of messing around in there, she climbed on the counters and got a box of pancake mix off the top of the cupboards. She then dumped it on the kids table in the living room and spread it around and licked it. I hollered at her, wiped it, and put it in the garbage. A little later, I thought she got it out of the garbage because the same dang thing happened! No, this time, she climbed on the counter and got the other box of pancake mix and dumped it and licked it. It was Aunt Jemima, our favorite too. Between trying to tend to her messes, Ammon's messes and Mary's messes and demands, Mary's 2 w/PDD, I had enough. I prayed that John and the older kids would come home from church VERY SOON and I put the kitchen garbage and the pancake mixes in the outside dumpster.

Mary is about a year behind in development, and now that she's almost 3, she seems to have hit her terrible 2's. She seems to be getting more frustrated, wanting to express herself more than she's able. I have to do things her way, serve her food her way, etc. For example, she won't accept a half a granola bar, she has to have the ENTIRE thing or she screams. Last week, she screamed her head off like she was being killed when I gave her an ice cream cone....She immediately stopped and was happy again when I served her ice cream in a bowl instead. That's my precious babies...

Next week, we are meeting with a production crew to begin our autism documentary. And, this week I get to meet with the handy man and the house cleaning service to start those things going as part of my Bemis Busiest Mom contest winnings. Thank you dear Lord for your blessings!

Love,

Robin