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Tantrum Boot Camp

Kids tantrum, fuss, squeal, yell, and scream. As a parent, you quickly learn what your tolerance level is.....then you rocket past it by 1,000%. You are able to handle much more than you would expect. Toss some Autism adventures into the mix and you have a real party at times. You talk to yourself, you don't sleep, your child doesn't sleep, you might be married but have no idea when the last time you had a real conversation with your spouse was, and then you have a job. Wait. Yes, that's right, you talk to yourself first.

A Funny Thing Happened .....

On the way home from therapy.....
Mason recently started a social skills class to assist him in what has proved to be his most challenging area. The class is small, 4 kids I believe. All are on the spectrum and all struggling to learn social skills and how to interact with others.
I picked Mason up from class last night at 6p. It was the first time he had seen me all day since I had to leave for the office before he was up. As usual he tackled me with an enthusiastic “HI DADDY”!
That’s always the highlight of my day.

Competitive Genes

Two scientists, having combed over recent genetic findings combined with their own research and observation theorize that genes of a mother and a father are in direct competition with one another. The theory is that during fetal growth if the father's genes are more dominant there is a greater risk of autism. If the gene bias favors the mother, the brain development may lean toward a spectrum associated with schizophrenia, depression, and/or bipolar disorder.

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Tue, 11/11/2008 - 18:44

Band of Brothers

If you had a chance to read Kent's blog today you may be wondering what our typical get togethers are like.
We trade emails a week or two in advance and come up with a date and locale convenient to all of us. On the day of our meetup, Kent usually beats everyone there and is quietly sipping his ultra manly cup of grande gourmet coffee while securing a table and how ever many chairs he can.

...and the award for Dad of the Year goes to....

...my husband, Kent Potter, for catching Luke's vomit in his own hands, twice, at Target.... chunks and all.... and then trying to help the snack bar boy clean it all up (after dumping out the vomit in Luke's crocs, thank goodness for the holes in those shoes!).
And for Best Aim, we have Luke Potter.... who then came home and tried to demonstrate for Sam & Mommy what he did at Target, and, luckily, made it to the toilet this time. He is very proud of himself and will be happy to share and act out the entire story with you ("Mom, I threw up just like this!") once fully recovered.

Wii Love You, Dad!

I don't think I have ever seen my husband as excited as when he saw his Father's Day gift from the boys.

Dad Talk 2

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

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