Squirty Shorts and Drippy Pants

We've been a bit under the weather starting the day before Thanksgiving. Mary (3 in Dec) came into the living room the day before Thanksgiving with barf down her shirt, her pants and some in her hair. It looked like milk and we thought maybe she drank an old bottle.

She barfed and fussed the rest of the day, she was sick. The next day she seemed better and we prepared the Thanksgiving feast at home for ourselves. No ones invites us, of course. After Ammon (4) was in bed for the night for just a few minutes. Hack...HACK...BARRRRFFFF!!!!

We had to put him in the tub and rinse him off. His playpen? (the only place he'll sleep) looked like it had 5 lbs. of yuck. Amazing how much can come out of one little boy.

Mary's new friend on Friday was Mr. Diarrhea. How did we discover this? We found a trail (guck!) from her room into the living room, of green droppings. This lasted most of the day, thus our title of this blog entry. Oh, and Sarah (5) started her barfing as well.

Saturday was relatively calm with most of the babies filling their diapers with, well... let's just say it was nasty. Myself and the 3 oldest went to church on Sunday. Robin stayed home with the recovering 3 youngest.

That night Emma (9) started barfing. No school for her on Monday. Nephi (8) did go to school, but by noon we got a call from the nurse that he, "had an upset stomach", picked him up. Now Robin and I we starting to feel the effects. Mary's Friday friend was now our buddy. Once Nephi was home he paid homage to the porcelain god. (actually he preferred a large bowl beside his bed). Still Monday, the 3 youngest were much better, but now with Mom and Dad (called in to work sick that day) feeling bad and Nehpi hacking in the background... well, is this picture somewhat clear?

Bobby (14) ? Oh, he got it Monday night and missed school on Tuesday and Wednesday. I'm still making trips to the potty more then usual.

Sooooo, how was your Thanksgiving?

Dad

My Profile Has Had Over 1000 Views!!

We felt from the beginning when we started this blog that there may be some people interested in what our lives are like, how we handle things and what some of our interests are.

A 1000 VIEWS!?! Pretty cool to me. But...

From the views and stats of the blog we are getting a lot of looks but as far as tons of comments... not so much. It sure warms MY heart that people comment. Looking is fine, comments are better. Especially some of you family members that NEVER comment.

So....... let's get involved in the whole blog thing and COMMENT!!! Thanks

Dad

Hand Sanitizer Can Poison Your Children

I recently came across these stories that tell of the dangers that could happen when using alcohol-based gel hand cleaners. Story 1 Story 2

Our Autistic pumpkins pick up lots of disgusting stuff, especially the 3 littlest. We were always worried that something could happen just like what is told in these situations. But, we constantly clean their hands and the alcohol in the gel cleaners would dry out their little hands and make them red and raw.

Robin was telling me that one the the aides at our preschoolers class was practically crying, when she used a gel cleaner just yesterday. She was always needing to clean up between the children and lessons. Her hands were cracked and the alcohol made her hands sting something terrible.

We found this hand sanitizer that has NO ALCOHOL, actually softens your hands, cleans hands as well or better as the gel, has about 4 times the pumps as the other stuff and the best part? It puts a germ protecting barrier on the hands that lasts about 3 to 4 hours. And it smells good.

We use it all the time now and I liked it so much that I have my own web page that sells it.

PureWorks Antibacterial Foam/Lotion/Soap (the phone # is not current) Also click on the "View The Product Tour!" link, it will be a short video.

Yes, BEWARE when you buy a bottle from my page I'll make about a dollar. But, what do the huge company's make on these alcohol gel products that could be dangerous. That dry out your hands, sting when you use them and only kill germs until the alcohol dries?

Dad

Busiest Mom - Press Release

Bemis Identifies Busiest Mom Through Nationwide Search and Rescue Mission

The above link is our just released, 'Press Release'. We ask that all interested parties form a line over here on the left. That's right, no pushing and shoving please. HEY, yeah you with the bushy moustache, NO pushing or we'll be sending you to the back of the line!

Anyway, we REALLY want to thank the woman who recommended the contest to us, but her profile is one of those blank ones that tells nothing about how to reach the commentor. Hope she comes back one day to see what she started.

Ninjas, Zombies and Princesses ...Oh MY!!

Left to right is Emma as the Princess, Nephi the Ninja and Bobby the Zombie.

Emma wouldn't wear socks with the 'princess' shoes so after an hour or so she was grumping and fussing that her feet hurt and were cold.

We also were not able to find her favorite house that served homemade root beer the last two years. Of course this was the cause of additional fussing and, "But, I wanted to have the root beer drink".

I tried to explain, "We don't know what happened, honey, maybe they moved or the mom or daddy is sick. Or maybe they died." "But, I still want some". "You'll be OK". (but I'll be losing my mind!)

Nephi was whipping out his swords and attacking someone or something every few minutes. He also jumped and bounced around so much that his candy kept falling out of his bag.

Bobby's mask scared the living bejevees out a bunch of little kids and parents were covering their kids eyes when he walked by. He started to really get into the scaring thing by walking toward people and jumping out at cars going by.

Here is our traditional 'Barfing' pumpkin that we put on the front steps -

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

Before You Let an Autism Diagnosis Drive You Crazy

Yes, today is a better day! Even when I'm feeling WAY down like yesterday I do know that better days are ahead. Got this story link (see below) in my email this morning, good stuff.

Parents with a child on the autism spectrum tend to overwhelm themselves with research, treatments, and general anxiety over their child's welfare. While this is natural, it's not particularly good for you, your child, your marriage or the rest of your family. And the truth is, it really isn't necessary. Here's why. (article continues here) -

http://autism.about.com/od/inspirationideas/bb/notcrazy.htm

Dad