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I Get High With a Little Help From My……Parents?
A fair warning before anyone reads this post: Whether you agree or disagree with medical marijuana, don’t believe in it, swear by it or are not educated in it, I do not care. This post is therefore not a lecture, recommendation or meant to sway one’s opinion in either way. This is strictly our family’s…
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Playing House
When I was younger, I loved playing house. I would go outside and play in our log cabin playhouse (it was huge and made out of real wood by our neighbor) for hours. The playhouse was the place to be on our block, the entire backyard made into a kid’s playground dream. We were extremely…
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Reflections of a Year: 2019
Skimming through my posts from 2019, I realized it was a lot more eventful than I thought. No wonder I’m exhausted every single day! Exactly one year ago, I was reminiscing about 2018, which was an awful year. Awful may actually be too nice. We lost several family members in 2018, and we continued to…
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King Size
Greyson has gone from 3 seizure meds, down to 2 in the past month. This transition has caused him to act out, become extremely impulsive, aggressive and nocturnal, though he doesn’t really sleep during the day either. Derek and I can deal with the lack of sleep, but the aggression is the worst of it.…
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“Uh-Duhhhhhhhh”!
Derek and I have begun to decipher Greyson’s vocal stims. Luckily, this informs us if he’s happy, sad, angry, or that a tantrum is about to start. He has 3 distinct sounds he typically makes: “Digdigdigdig a digdigdooo”- he’s happy and wants to play. “Duka duka duka takaduka”- he is getting upset or needs something.…
