by Sarah | Nov 23, 2007 | Uncategorized
When I told my dad about this, I got a ‘like mother, like daughter’ comment…
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Yesterday K kept getting into one thing after another. Finally after about 30 minutes straight of telling her ‘no’ and every time she’d hear it, she’d throw things on the floor, I was getting quite frustrated. When she grabbed at the medicine again I told her no and smacked her little diapered butt (not hard, enough to get her attention).
The look she gave me could have shot daggers through me. She was MAD. She was going to STAY MAD. So she stalked across the room, crossing her arms across her chest, and staring at the TV (We were watching the parade to begin M’s intro to Santa…nice and gradual).
DH tried to get her attention, “Kennedy. Kennedy!” He said her name probably 5-10 times receiving no response. She kept her arms crossed and her back to us. So, not one to be bossed around, I spoke up “KEnnedy!”
In response to my sharp tone she did turn around.
She gave me a stern glare, pointed her finger at me and said, “NO!” Crossed her arms and turned back to the TV.
Apparently she was determined to be mad and stay mad.
I shouldn’t giggle, because she’s going to be SUCH a handful…but it WAS.SO.CUTE!!!
My Prima Donna…the Queen of the Castle.
Oy.
by Sarah | Nov 22, 2007 | Uncategorized
In place of tales of woe today I will do the ‘obligatory’ Thankful post…I have a lot to be thankful for.
I am thankful for…my husband who spends the morning attempting to ‘help’ while I’m trying to prep for Thanksgiving. Who cleans the bathroom so that I can cook…and who tells me daily that I’m a ‘good wife’…and somehow knows when I’m having a bad enough day that I need to hear it more than once. When I’m going bonkers, he’s calm; when he’s going bonkers, I’m calm; our balancing act makes for a good marriage.
I am thankful for…my oldest child. Who is smart enough to get on the A/B Honor Roll his first trimester, despite starting off the year with an adjustment period that began with three F’s. That is so book-smart…but still manages to maintain a 9/10 year old’s lack of common sense. That spends time with his sisters and almost always gets them laughing.
I am thankful for…my Molly. She is the smartest baby ever. Despite the limitations of not always being able to communicate what’s going on in her head…she still manages to show us how incredibly smart she is with each passing day. She is the spitting image of her Daddy in so many ways…and she helps me learn more about him every day.
I am thankful for…my spitting image, K. The strongest of my kids, she’s overcome so many obstacles already, and still has at least one smile every day. She is also the one that shows me a dose of what I gave my parents (a great story on that tomorrow!!). She is a beautiful little girl, my sunshine surprise baby…the best ‘oops’ I ever had.
I am thankful for…good neighbors. Our next door neighbor is the best friend to my hubby, and just a great guy all around. I wish daily that his ex hadn’t hurt him so incredibly bad…he’d have made a great husband for someone.
I am thankful for…Jess. I know she’s there no matter what…and she’ll always tell me the truth. Even when the truth hurts.
There is so much more I’m thankful for…but this tops the list today.
by Sarah | Nov 21, 2007 | Story of Me
Okay, back to this. To recap…I was cute:
I danced a lot…
And I did theatre too. Here I am as Laura Ingalls in Plum Creek…a play I wrote myself as well as starred in. Yeah…I’d almost forgotten about that. It was…sixth grade, I believe. The year before I was in a Lewis & Clark play as Lewis…
Then I became gawky….
And Geeky…
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And then I moved to Indiana. I had high hopes for a ‘new life’…but I’m afraid I remained in the geek realm. I was a flaggot…flag hag…I was in color guard. I started dating one boyfriend at a Star Trek Convention my junior year (Yes. I’m serious.) In fact, here we are a month later going out to a party…
But by just before my senior year I was not so much a geek anymore, at least I don’t think so, in appearance. I still didn’t have a ton of confidence…despite the fact that I did pageants (and did WELL in them), and was in dance, my self-confidence was shot. Here I am, slouching but pleasant enough, taking pictures for pageant stuffs…my hair was long, but not its longest…
I started dating Bryan. He was my first long term boyfriend…like we dated for three years, I think. We got ‘engaged’ *rolls eyes*…he was my first. He was also abusive. Emotionally and on rare occassion physically (I got slammed into a wall for saying ‘no’ one night). In my mind I thought I was happy. I thought I deserved a relationship like that. I was still the ‘nerd’ the ‘geek’. It wasn’t until years later that I learned the guys I crushed on in high school actually liked me back…and of course, it was too late then. Instead, I was with Bryan. By this time, looking back, I think I was pretty damn attractive, actually…totally not so geek like (although my love of STar Trek was still strong *lol*). As my prom picture displays, I was s’okay…but still with him.
Can you tell I regret being with him? I chose my college because of him. I got accepted to many schools, got a scholarship (small one that barely covered books, but a scholarship) to one…out of state schools, state schools…but I chose my school based on him.
Remember, I warned you before this all started…I was STUPID!!!! STOOOOPID!!!
So, I went to IU. One semester is all I lasted. I continued to date Bryan. I skipped class for Bryan…I only went to three days of classes. I don’t COMPLETELY blame this on me dating Bryan. I also blame it on the fact that I went to college for something I did NOT want to do. That was NOT related to dance in any way…and I hated every minute of it.
Of course, adding to my stupidity is the fact that I continued to date Bryan when I could have had the hottie in that pic. *sigh* Yeah, he turned frat guy…but damn was he cute!!!
So, a semester at IU and I flunk out. I continue to date Bryan for another year and a half. I’m ashamed to admit that I begged him to stay with me when we broke up…but I was moving out of state anyway…so it’s all for the best. It’s an embarrassing part of my past…but it’s one I learned from.
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Tomorrow I move on to North Carolina. Many things there…good school and birth of the DC.
by Sarah | Nov 21, 2007 | Autism
According to the teachers/therapists Molly had the “Best day ever” at day care! She still wasn’t a conversationalist – but she made tons of choices. She picked what mat she wanted, her name, what treat she wanted. The OT said she let her do the oral motor exercises and everything. Apparently it was a very very good day…
Then she came home and has turned into a holy terror. Yay me. *thunk*
by Sarah | Nov 20, 2007 | Story of Me
Before I get to the part of my life where I bring in my DH, there’s a lot of backstory to go through…well, quite a bit. I’m short on pics right now (especially decent ones of me once I improved from geekdom)…but I’ll post those tomorrow once I have access to my bedroom (DH is snoozing now).
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In the beginning there was me. And I was cute (seriously, check me out with my brother at 10). I was little and cute and very much what K is probably going to look like in about 7 years. I was happy, popular, and relatively outgoing – but a bit of a crybaby. I danced all the time, took many classes and by the age of this picture I was teaching little ones to dance (yes, seriously).
P.S. Not the JELLIES on my feet! Yay for the 80’s!!
Then in sixth grade something very strange happened. The most popular girl in school decided I was a nerd. She told everyone…and that was the end of me. I was picked on constantly, and I wasn’t even truly geeky yet. But within the next two years I did it all. I got braces, glasses and zits like mad. Janet must have been psychic…or it’s true that you come as you believe.
Shortly thereafter I met Kathy. She was my bestest best friend. She was REALLY cute and VERY popular…but she didn’t go to my school. I met her at a campground – she was the cousin of my parents best-friends kid (you got all that?). After I met her I did something very very stupid in an attempt to be like her…I had my hair cut really short and permed…just like Kathy. Oy, you can see the sad sad results in this other picture (LOVE the HUGE glasses…don’t you?). This was a very bad point for me…ALTHOUGH I was happier than I had been for 3 years because of Kathy. She was genuinely nice and genuinely liked me. Our friendship lasted for YEARS.
The next year the hair grew out and I started to come out of the zit zone, and was actually looking halfway decent. This was me, Kathy…and my cousin, obviously:
That same year I fell in love with Mark. He was fi-ine…but he was dating my BFF (of course, the cute one) Kathy. I got his BFF Eric…who had a big nose and wasn’t a good kisser. Mark and I developed a close friendship, close enough that he used to write me from boot camp. We never dated, and I’ve since learned that he got married and had 6 kids and got fat…but back then he was fine and I SOOO Crushed on him!!!
And we moved to Indiana my freshman year of high school. New school = new hope? But does the hope pan out? Possibly…but you’ll see tomorrow 😀
