Is art a science or is science an art? There are infinite answers to this question. To begin delving into such matters, I would prefer a Partagas 160 Cifuentes Especial in one hand and a fine spirit in the other. Toss in a little technology chatter and you have yourself a really good evening ahead.

I hurried into the service on Sunday morning, already late but not wanting to miss another moment.
My friend, Trina, stopped me and whispered in my ear "Linda, your hair is going all directions. Just thought you'd want to know!"
She smoothed my hair and I hurried into the already crowded sanctuary looking for a place to sit. Once I located a friend, climbed over 3 or 4 people to the empty seat, asked the teenager next to me if she was saving the seat, and took my seat I finally had a minute to collect myself.

On Saturday, we enjoyed a beautiful, clear Texas sky as we stood on the driving range. Just a week ago, Sam was very disappointed when his golf teacher didn't find him at the driving range. We went hit his entire bucket of balls but the teacher never showed. Teaching golf is something Sam does not want me to attempt. We are taking a "family" class, but I have only seen the one other family from a distance. I have only seen a teacher once. After the previous week I made the decision to pursue a refund and we would tackle golf in a different way.

Haven't done one of these for a while. It always makes me feel better.
*Looks like we have buyers!! If all goes as planned *fingers crossed* than we will sell this house in 45 days.
*With no school for the next 10 days, Jacob and I can sleep in together. How I love cuddling with him in the morning.

I got a phone call a week or so ago from Kaitlyn, my oldest and Sam and Luke’s favorite sitter, “MOM…we have to take the boys to see Horton! Call Angie and see if she’ll let us take them!”
I was not at all surprised when Angie not only gave us permission, but thanked us for even asking!
So we’re planning to take the boys…soon.

Twelve years ago, when CJ and I were newlyweds and expecting TJ, we decided that we would not count on my income to maintain our home and pay bills. We both agreed that we liked the idea of my first priority being the raising of our future children. Back then we didn't know that this was the best choice we could have made. Autism and a high-needs child weren't even close to being on our radar. But I believe that things happen how they are meant to happen, and we have been able to be flexible with my employment when we have really needed to be.

When the going gets tough where do you go? Drop us some ideas in the comment section and share what works for you.

I was told Sam probably would never want to play sports, he would likely be uncoordinated, get frustrated, and overall dislike sports because of his gross and fine motor issues. HA! He showed the doubters, didn't he. He's a blue/white belt in martial arts, he likes dribbling and shooting hoops, he has soccer evaluations for the upcoming season tonight, and he had his first golf lesson on Saturday evening.

I participate in a "Dads Coffee" that gets together and chats up the autism latest-&-greatest and then.....well, other things besides autism. One of the things I have come to grow dependent on is the friendship of other Dads walking the walk. It is so easy to talk trash about the ills of all that we deal with. The best thing about our group is that we don't focus on the negative. Yes, we do dive deep into some of the more painful discussions...but, our intent is to enjoy the journey and the fact that we have all come together because of our common bond.
Therapeutic - check