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Tuesday, December 31, 2013

ADHD & Phone Phobia

I have become increasingly loath to make as well as receive phone calls. An irrational dread seems to take me over when I need to make a call or when my phone rings. It's especially bad if I receive a call and I don't recognize the number - usually, I just can't pick up. When it's time to order food, I usually beg my husband to do it. Work requires that I contact parents, but I often can use email, which is much less stressful.

This summer, I discovered that this phone phobia is common in people with ADHD. ADDitude magazine offers suggestions on how to cope. This is one symptom that the Strattera has not significantly alleviated, though I've become better at not procrastinating when I need to make calls. I've often wondered why I have such issues with the phone, and perhaps its because I can't read body language over the phone. I can't over emails, either, but I can edit an email for as long as I need to.

I feel better knowing that there is a reason for my phone phobia, and I'm not just lazy or crazy. Isn't that the case for most of our ADHD symptoms?

Friday, December 27, 2013

Living with Incurable Illness/Disorders

Today I had to eat radioactive cereal for a gastric emptying study, which confirmed that I have gastroparesis. I've known that I have it since March of 2013, when an upper endoscopy revealed that my stomach had not emptied properly prior to the test. The gastroenterologist did not follow up, so I did my own research, consulted a nutritionist, and began eating to treat the condition. It has worsened, but that's the nature of gastroparesis. I'm going to have to be really careful about what I eat...mostly liquids and egg white omlettes and greek yogurt.

I'm ok with being on a heavily restricted diet for the rest of my life for two reasons: I have been living with chronic illness since I was diagnosed with asthma at 13, and the Strattera. I am so much calmer and accepting of life in general since I've been on medication for ADHD. I am very, very grateful for the diagnosis and treatment.

It still doesn't change that living with chronic, incurable illness is difficult and frustrating. At 25, I was diagnosed with Sjogren's Syndrome (an autoimmune illness in the lupus/RA family) and fibromyalgia (which is common in females with ADHD). I have strange and sometimes frightening symptoms, and some of them are chronic, such as extreme fatigue and low grade fevers. It's not easy. Before the Strattera, I would often have panic attacks at the doctor's office. especially if I had to wait more than a half hour to see the doctor. I would also have attacks when told that there was nothing that could be done for my latest symptoms. I still get frustrated, but I am mostly calm. I've found that accepting and embracing my ADHD has helped me cope with my other conditions.

There is no cure for ADHD, for gastroparesis, for Sjogren's syndrome, for fibromyalgia. But I can take care of myself the best I can and enjoy life.

Friday, December 6, 2013

I don't fit in the boxes

Last year, a major red flag was forgetting my formal observation by my principal. I received a phone call informing me that I had missed my pre-observation meeting the previous period, and that I could come the following period. In a panic, I threw a lesson together. It wasn't my best observation, needless to say, and I had a panic attack in the post observation meeting, melting down and crying. Such behavior embarrasses me, but I truly cannot control it.

These days, on the Strattera, I am tremendously calmer. True anxiety is infrequent, and panic very rare. I had my informal observation on Wednesday; it was somewhat of a surprise, because I was given (as per the rules) a two week window. I have three preps (12R, 12AP, 9R) and there was no way I could prepare two weeks' worth of amazing lessons for all three levels. I felt okay about it, though, and I felt that the lesson went well. I was really proud of the kids and how they obviously went out of their way to participate enthusiastically, though the material wasn't easy.

The problem? First, I forgot to consult the rubric. I was so centered on Common Core Standards and my general idea of that; checking the APPR rubric completely slipped my mind. This is the kind of important detail that I have a tendency to overlook. I felt increasingly frustrated as the evaluation progressed, because my lesson did not fit the boxes the way it was supposed to. I had a solid rationale behind it, I was happy with the learner outcomes, yet I felt like I was a disappointment. I didn't fit the boxes, and I felt my frustration mounting and panic begin to rise. A tear or two leaked out and I became desperate to not lose it. However, the harder I tried, the worse it became, until it ended and I was crying.

I had to go to the next class and my eyes continued to leak for a good part of the period. I thought about how to approach it, and I was honest, as I was when it happened last year. I told my students that I had had a panic attack and that the tears were the residuals. A number of students spoke about their own experiences with anxiety and panic. I would rather reveal my humanity than lie. Even if I appear vulnerable or look foolish, I am honest.

I realized as I thought about what happened on my way home that I melted down because I was so frustrated. I know that I'm a good teacher, and so does my principal. My lesson not fitting the boxes really is a metaphor for much of my life. I've never fit in the boxes the way I'm supposed to, and it can be so frustrating and painful. Though I regard my differences as the source of many of my greatest strengths, they are also the source of many of my greatest weaknesses - as a person, teacher, parent, partner, friend, etc.

Additionally, I've had added stress over the past two weeks with the holidays, ongoing health issues (the gastroparesis seems to be worsening, and I've had several bezoars), and child challenges. I'm trying not to focus on how upset I am over this and instead acknowledge why this happened as well as how well I have been coping with life over the past few months.

This was also a good reminder that medication for ADHD, while immensely helpful, is not a cure.

It's humbling. I can't express to my principal or most of my coworkers how I function differently, how even simple lesson planning is a challenge. I am usually positive and focus on celebrating differences, but tonight I just feel frustrated, angry, sad, and anxious. Next week is going to be a high stress week as well. But I'm going to go to bed early tonight, wake up in a better frame of mind tomorrow, and live in the moment.

Sunday, November 24, 2013

ADHD & Women: A hormonal issue

When I began researching ADHD, I found a number of websites that mentioned that the tipping point for many undiagnosed women to seek treatment is the birth of a second child. That was me! Now I'm finding that researchers have found a definite connection between female hormones and ADHD symptoms, with symptoms becoming markedly worse when hormone levels, estrogen in particular, drop during perimenopause.

It makes sense, then, that the hormonal crash after a pregnancy could drive an undiagnosed woman to seek treatment. My first pregnancy was unusual in that it was an IVF pregnancy, marked by life-threatening complications. For the first two months, I had to give myself daily injections of progesterone. My second pregnancy was spontaneous, occurring 4 1/2 months after I delivered B. During both pregnancies, contrary to the stereotype of the crazy, demanding, emotional pregnant woman, I felt the sanest I had ever felt. I was calm and happy, rarely overwhelmed. I was also aware of the neurological damage that persistent maternal stress has on a developing baby, so I took a very low dose of Sertraline through both pregnancies.

Though I hemorrhaged several times and was hospitalized for five weeks when pregnant with B, I was amazingly calm. I had different stresses when pregnant with D - I worked throughout the whole pregnancy, and had some issues in my life that made me quick to anger. I also experienced the sudden death of DH's brother from an overdose on Christmas Eve when I was 8 months pregnant, causing signs of early labor. (I can't find it now, but I read one study that indicated that if a mother experienced a death in the family a YEAR BEFORE pregnancy or during pregnancy, her child was at higher risk for ADHD. My grandfather died less than a year before my mom got pregnant with me). But, overall, I was happy. Much happier than usual. With D, I went to work on a Friday (with B in tow for a lecture to two classes about my pregnancies) and went into labor four weeks early on Sunday, prompting an emergency c-section on Monday - my labor wasn't progressing beyond my water breaking, and I was considered too high risk to deliver naturally.

Following B's birth, I couldn't return to work that school year (LONG story). So I had almost 9 months off with B. With D., I had to return to work as soon as medically possible, so 8 weeks after her delivery, I was back at work. Also, her birth was very, very stressful; within a few hours, she was the sickest baby in the specialized NICU at North Shore University Hospital. Ironically, I had chosen this hospital to deliver B at because it was such a difficult pregnancy and both our lives were in danger. I never thought that this hospital would save D, but I was so grateful. She was critically ill with pneumonia.

She was a very sick little girl, and I couldn't stop crying. I just focused on getting her home; I wasn't capable of processing that she was critical. I wasn't even allowed to hold her. However, the amazing team helped that fierce, resilient little girl beat the infection and she came home 8 days later.

It was a stressful start, compounded by the pink slip (and other work issues) that I received when she was two weeks old. The hormonal crash that occurred over the next few months was awful. The stress became overwhelming as it became increasingly obvious that B had issues and a perfect storm of other factors converged.

That is what set me on the path to healing. Untreated, undiagnosed adult ADHD is pure misery. I'm speaking out because there are so many of us out there, especially women, who wonder what's wrong with us, why we feel defective, why we can't just be normal, why we do what we do. There is help. There is peace, there is happiness! I am never going to be neurotypical and I'm embracing my differences, using my experience to try to help others.

Saturday, November 23, 2013

ADHD at school: The Time Out

I would love it if schools had a "time out" room. Students (and grown ups) with ADHD often have explosive anger or uncontrollable crying when highly upset. While they cannot control that, they CAN control how they react. The more self aware students have learned to remove themselves from a potentially explosive situation, sometimes by simply walking out of class. While this might seem to be insubordination, I would rather see a student walk out of class and possibly get into a little trouble than remain and get into BIG trouble. It reflects that the student is acknowledging that she cannot control her emotions at that moment but is being responsible enough to leave while she can still control her actions.

Usually, students who do leave go to student services or a trusted teacher's classroom, or even the AP office. A time out room, with guidelines in place to prevent abuse, would allow agitated students a designated place to go to cool off. The potential for abuse and staffing are two major issues, however.

Another issue is that it is so difficult for someone who doesn't have ADHD to understand how it is to have it. I was more empathetic than the average teacher before treatment, but I didn't understand JUST how hard it is to function with ADHD until I began the Strattera and started functioning more typically. I now have tremendous empathy and understanding for my ADHD students. But I wouldn't if I hadn't been diagnosed.

We all need a time out sometimes. One of the more important lessons of my adult life is the need to walk away at times from situations to defuse rather than remain and escalate.

ADHD as a Teacher

It was my students who first raised the possibility that I had ADHD, and I am forever grateful for that, because if they hadn't done so in 2002, I wouldn't have finally pursued obtaining a definitive diagnosis and treatment in 2013. I love teaching, and I love that I learn about the world, human nature, teenagers, and myself every day through teaching.

As odd as it may seem, my ADHD students have helped me cope with my diagnosis, providing me with support and relating to me their own experiences with ADHD. I'm easily distracted, even on Strattera; since being really open about my ADHD, most kids don't exploit that. When one student did, I pointed out that it's a disability; if a person were deaf in one ear, it would be cruel to speak into that ear to tease the person. The student then understood how teasing or intentionally exploiting a feature of someone's ADHD is wrong.

I let the kids know if I'm having a bad ADHD day, and I have improved measures in place to help me stay on track. I spend some time every day, especially in the morning, organizing any handouts and making sure my room is fairly neat. My room now compared to what it was last year is a tremendous difference - it's fairly neat and organized instead of looking like a paper monster vomited everywhere. I think it benefits my students, too, especially ones with ADHD - it's easier to concentrate in a neat environment.

With Strattera, I'm more on task, organized, and PATIENT. I'm not a fan of yelling, but I do it even less than I used to. Things that used to set off an ADHD rage no longer bother me so much, and I get over my anger much more easily. Even without treatment, though, I don't believe in holding grudges against kids and they know that, while I might be angry or disappointed one day, the next day is a new one and we move on.

What I find really difficult is managing the lesson planning for three preps: 12AP Language, 12 Regents, and 9 Regents. I do my plans on my computer, which I find easier in terms of having access to plans from previous years. However, I have a hard time with the grid format. I realize now that I have difficulty processing information in certain formats; trying to read the Common Core Standards charts drives me crazy. I'm in trouble if I have to list the standards on my plans as I did a few years ago; having to find the standards that applied to my lessons and adding them added HOURS to my planning time a week.

I also have difficulty with meetings. It is so difficult to sit still and quietly. It's much easier if I can multitask, such as grading papers. It depends on the context, however, and I have gotten in trouble before for seeming to not be paying attention when I was.

Remembering important things, such as an observation, is also not a strong area for me. I keep emails in my inbox until the event has passed or I have dealt with the issue. I also use my Google calendar and the Evernote app to remember important events and things to do.

Most jobs are more difficult with ADHD, teaching included. However, I like to think that it provides some advantages as well. I tend to be dynamic, creative in approaches, and highly empathetic. I'm different, and I live by - and promote - the concept that different is OK, and can even be wonderful.

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

ADHD Mom-ent

A day in the life of a mom with ADHD...
I was dressed nicely, prepared with multiple copies of B's IEP and other CPSE paperwork, and ON TIME for our conference with B's teacher and therapists.

The problem: We were there on the wrong day.

We were a day early. DH relies on me to do most of our scheduling; we both refer often to our shared Google calendar. I had somehow mistaken the day. And, of course, I couldn't find the letter from the school to verify whose mistake it was that I was early. The director apologized and admitted that one notice that went home said that the conference was on Friday, November 19. How I made that into Monday, November 18, I don't know.

But B's team was WONDERFUL and met with us anyway. We were very happy; we really, really like everyone we met, all my questions were answered, and B is progressing nicely. I owe them a thank you basket. As a teacher, I know how disruptive our unplanned visit must have been.

When I got home, I faxed Dr. H about upping the Strattera. We considered it but decided to wait pending blood work (routine). However, my insurance company decided that I could only have Strattera if I bought a 3-month supply. I figured I might as well increase now instead of AFTER buying 3 months' worth. The wrong day was the final straw. I've been very irritable, quick to become frustrated (to the point of almost crying), forgetful, etc. over the past two weeks. I'm on day 2 of the 80mg dose and I feel somewhat less cranky already. And when I gave a speech tonight at the NHS induction, I was very nervous right before I spoke, but it's nothing like I would have been pre-Strattera.

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Hyperfocus - Jeff Emmerson Post

Jeff Emmerson, Adult ADHD advocate and blogger, has published a post here.

How timely. I had a hyperfocus weekend, and got an extraordinary amount of work done. It was great to get the work done, but not so great that I felt exhausted and spent by Tuesday. It's a double-edged sword. I try my best to harness the hyperfocus when it strikes - like the time this summer I organized the 5,000 or so pictures in our home. But sometimes it's so intense I can't even stop to eat - I'm so driven. Balance is key, and I try really hard to not let the hyperfocus take over my life. My toddlers don't allow that to happen much these days, thankfully!

Monday, November 11, 2013

Not Neurotypical

The possibility of having ADHD never occurred to me or my parents or anyone else until 2002, when I was 25. I had returned to teaching after a four year hiatus, and students in my three 9th grade classes kept asking me if I had ADHD. I remember one incident vividly. I taught in one classroom that faced a main road and I found it distracting; the noise from the street was constant, and ongoing construction provided a steady stream of noise difficult to filter out. One day, I stopped mid-sentence to exclaim, "Look! There's an orange porta-potty!"

Not long after this, I saw a doctor for a referral for counseling for anxiety. I asked him about ADHD and he agreed that I very likely had it, but I thought little of it. After all, I had achieved so much - BA at 20, a career in education, a stable relationship with the man who would become my husband - so what did it matter?

Fast forward to 2012. I now had two small children 13 months apart and a full-time job. I melted down - I was overwhelmed. I embarked on a serious self-help campaign, working hard to remain calm and connected to my spirituality. I began to live in the day instead of obsessing about the future. I let go of everything that I cannot control and focused on what I could. I strove to be proactive rather than reactive. I saw phenomenal results, but something still wasn't right. I forgot about an important observation at work. I was spending half of my time losing important items and looking for them. I slept poorly, as my restless legs had progressed to periodic limb movement disorder; I spent most of the night moving, from twitching to violently thrashing. The constant electric buzz in the background of my mind was worse than ever; others would call it anxiety, but the term didn't feel right. I felt as if I were in a constant mental fog, and I worried that it was related to my autoimmune illnesses (Sjogren's syndrome & fibromyalgia).

What finally pushed me to seek a definitive diagnosis for ADHD was my children. B was initially diagnosed at 2 with PDD; it took some time and effort, but I got him correctly diagnosed with apraxia and dyspraxia. D was also exhibiting delays, and while we continue to monitor her, she has mostly caught up - now we're waiting until she is old enough to be diagnosed with ADHD, because we're pretty sure she has it. I wanted to know why my children aren't neurotypical - did it come from me? And I was demanding the best for my children in terms of early intervention - didn't I deserve treatment if I too had a neurological disorder?

I found my doctor through Google. Dr. H is Harvard-trained and her practice specializes in ADHD; she specializes in adult ADHD. I pay out of pocket, but it's worth every dollar. In June of 2013, I finally was definitively diagnosed after a VERY thorough evaluation. In July, I began Strattera. Mindful of my health issues - in addition to the autoimmune illnesses, I have severe GI issues, including gastroparesis - she titrated my dosage conservatively. I began on the lowest possible dose - 5mg. Even at that low dose, within a week my night time movement completely ceased. It took until September to get to 60mg, but it was worth it. I experience a minimum of side effects and it has been nothing short of a miracle.

It's difficult to describe how treatment has changed my life, but it's been nothing short of a complete transformation. It's as if I were severely nearsighted my whole life and never knew it until I put on glasses. Or as if I lived somewhere where everyone spoke Italian and I spoke Spanish, not realizing they were different languages until one day I woke up fluent in Italian. I never knew just how driven by impulse I was until the impulses faded. or just how explosive or impatient I could be until I was calm. What professionals kept telling me was "anxiety" was NOT anxiety. It was the relentless revving of the ADHD brain, like a car stuck in neutral with the pedal to the floor.

It's taking time to come to terms with having ADHD, with not being neurotypical, with knowing that there was something wrong but not knowing what it was. I'm angry, I'm sad; it would be impossible to quantify what undiagnosed, untreated ADHD has cost me, but I have paid dearly. At the same time, I am so grateful to have the diagnosis and treatment now, and I am so grateful for what it has NOT cost me. I recently gave my husband this article: "ADHD: Why We Do What We Do" (PLEASE read, it's phenomenal) and he was amazed. Even before reading about ADHD, however, my husband was amazed by my transformation through Strattera. He pointed out that at least 75% of the poor decisions and disasters in my life never would have happened if I had been diagnosed and treated earlier.

But, as Dr. H pointed out, when I was as child, ADHD was considered a mild form of mental retardation. I was exceedingly intelligent and had an IQ report in my school file - so my boredom and inability to focus were attributed to my intelligence and in kindergarten I was pulled out of the classroom for "enrichment" activities, and I was taken out of 1st grade after a week and placed in 2nd. I was frequently inattentive because I was bored; one of my ADHD superpowers is fast visual processing/speed reading (hyperlexia) - so I didn't get in trouble because I just worked ahead. I always sat in the front of the room and I always had my hand up, feeling like I would burst if the teacher didn't call on me.

My ADHD history will unfold in future posts. What strikes me most today, however, is it is such a relief to understand WHY I did so many stupid, dangerous, and/or seemingly senseless things my entire life; when asked "why", I never had a good answer. I'm still responsible for my behavior, especially as a 36-year-old spouse and mother; however, now I know why.

Saturday, August 3, 2013

S'mores cupcakes

Cookies finished, I decided to make some S'mores cupcakes to drop off to relatives later. This recipe has evolved from the fall, when I strictly used the Duncan Hines recipe and products. Now, the only pre-made ingredient I use is the Duncan Hines Frosting Creations Chocolate Marshmallow Flavor Mix, for the buttercream icing.

Graham Cracker Layer:
1 cup graham cracker crumbs
1/4 c melted butter
2 tbs. white sugar
pinch of salt

Cupcakes (from a recipe by Amanda at

1 1/4 cups all purpose flour
1 1/2 cups sugar
3/4 cups good cocoa powder
1 1/2 tsp baking powder
1 1/2 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp salt
2 eggs
3/4 cup whole milk
1/2 cup vegetable oil
1 tbs vanilla
3/4 cup boiling water
2 cups Marshmallow Fluff

This adapted from a recipe from

1/2 cup butter, softened
4-1/2 cups confectioners' sugar
1-1/2 teaspoons vanilla extract
5 to 6 tablespoons 2% milk
1 packet of Duncan Hines Frosting Creations Chocolate Marshmallow Flavor Mix

Optional Garnish:
Graham Crackers, broken into 24 small pieces
Mini Marshmallows (24)
Hersheys bar (each piece broken in half)

Prep: Preheat oven to 350 degrees.

In a small bowl, combine the graham cracker crumbs, sugar, salt, and melted butter. Mix well. You can buy pre-made graham cracker crumbs, but I like to just put a sleeve of crackers in a large Ziplock bag and, with a rolling pin, make my own crumbs. Line your cupcake tins. Divide the mixture evenly among the tins, about two teaspoons in each. Tamp the crumb mixture down with a glass (I use a shot glass). Bake for 5-7 minutes, or until golden. Cool before adding the cake batter.
*I double this crumb recipe, because I like a thick crust.


With a hand held electric mixer or stand mixer, combine all of your dry ingredients and mix on low. With the mixer still on low, add eggs one at a time.

Though the original recipe states that the mix will be very fudgy at this point, mine is always more sandy.

Once the eggs are mixed in, add the milk, oil, and vanilla, and blend on medium until well mixed. Next, with the mixer on low, add the boiling water gradually, mixing until just combined. Use a spatula to scrape down the sides and bottom. Pour into cupcake tins and bake for 18-20 minutes, until springy when touched or a tester comes out clean. Since this is a thin batter, I like to use a large liquid measuring cup to pour it - much easier and neater! Remove from oven and cool completely.

A note on baking time - I always deduct 3-5+ minutes and set the timer accordingly, because my oven tends to run hot. Over baking these cupcakes is a crime, because they are so moist.

Once completely cooled, either use a paring knife to cut a cone out of the center of each cupcake, or do it the easy way: use an apple corer.

Next, using a butter knife or spatula, put the Fluff in a pastry bag with the tip cut off or a Ziplock bag w a corner cut off. Pipe the Fluff into the holes that you made. I overfill a bit, because the Fluff "settles" - after a few minutes, the Fluff is flush with the top of the hole.

On to the buttercream! I love this recipe. It's almost impossible to screw up. If it's too runny, just add more powdered sugar in increments of 1/4 cup.

In a large bowl, cream butter with mixer until light and fluffy. Beat in the confectioners' sugar, vanilla and enough milk to achieve desired consistency. I usually incorporate the vanilla first, then add about 3/4 cup of sugar at a time, alternating with milk. Once most of your sugar is used up, add the Frosting Creations packet and mix thoroughly. You also may only want to add a teaspoon of milk at a time toward the end. I do this because I like to work with stiff buttercream.

Now, using a spatula, put the buttercream in a pastry bag (I use the Wilton 12 inch disposable bags), making sure that you have inserted your decorating tip first (I use the Wilton 4B).

Apply the frosting as you like. I prefer to be liberal with the buttercream. Yum!

Finally, garnish with graham cracker pieces, mini marshmallows, and chocolate pieces. I didn't have any chocolate on hand today, so it's just graham crackers & mini marshmallows.

The kids split one and LOVED it!

2 Ingredient Cookies

This morning was rough - D was fussy during the night & woke up very early. She also peed on the floor, and by 9am I had changed 3 poop diapers. But I've been ensconced in my sanctuary, the kitchen.

For people like me (ADHD), who find it difficult to stay organized and to NOT make a huge mess, I now follow a simple rule: When I'm done with it, it goes away, in the sink, or in the garbage. IMMEDIATELY. It makes cleanup so much easier.

I made 2-ingredient cookies, recipe courtesy of The Burlap Bag.

1 cup of oats (quick oats work better)
1 cup pureed peaches
1 tsp cinnamon (if you want)
Handfuls of any mix ins you want to add (chips, other fruits)

Prep: Preheat oven to 350
Puree peaches in blender or food processor (I left some chunks)

Simply mix, form into cookie shapes (or drop as balls, depending on your preference) onto PARCHMENT PAPER (important because oatmeal STICKS) and bake at 350 degrees for 15 minutes or so (the bottoms should be firm & starting to brown). These cookies, while delicious, are much chewier than the usual cookie. But they are so healthy and delicious! It's like eating a bowl of oatmeal in cookie form. This is the "summer" 2-ingredient recipe. Another 2-ingredient recipe uses 2 ripe bananas instead of a cup of pureed peaches.

Here they are!

Friday, August 2, 2013


I could never bake cupcakes. They NEVER came out well...until this winter. Now, I usually make them from scratch, and I've been experimenting with modifying recipes and devising my own. I'm told they are really good (I can't eat them), and I'm proud of them. Recently, my niece G turned 1. The theme of her party was Minnie Mouse, and I was determined to make Minnie Mouse Cupcakes. I adapted a few recipes and came up with these.
The bows look a little demented because I had to freehand them, but I was pleased with how they turned out!

I am THAT mom

Parenthood has taught me many things. One of them is to reserve judgment of other parents. For example, sometimes I have to take my two toddlers, 2 1/2 & 1 1/2 to the grocery store. I used to give moms who opened food before the checkout or had screaming kids the side eye. I would do better. MY kids would behave. The reality? Here's a snapshot: 9 am, cart with two kiddie seats, both kids with lollipops. B has his shoes off and is clutching a new Matchbox car (the reward for good behavior, as we are emphasizing positive reinforcement). D is trying to hit everything within reach with her lollipop. Both are sticky. But I got my shopping done with minimal fussing. What people DON'T know is that B, as a result of his dyspraxia & apraxia, has sensory issues (hence the shoes off) and a tendency to melt down. We're keeping an eye on D because, like B, she has some developmental delays and may also have dyspraxia/apraxia/ADHD. Taking the two of them out solo is not easy. The next time you see a harried parent, try to reserve judgment. There is probably much more going on than you realize.

The Mother of Invention...

The little ones, B & D, LOVE music. Since infancy, when we listened to Deadmau5 & The Black Eyed Peas to soothe him, B has loved dance music. Now the kids are branching out and will listen to Queens of the Stone Age, Metallica, and other rock, but dance - trance, house, progressive house - is the preferred genre. Deadmau5 is the clear favorite. I wanted to get B a Deadmau5 shirt because he gets excited when he sees the iconic mouse head logo - but the only toddler shirts I could find were in Great Britain, on eBay. So, I decided to make our own.
I bought Avery T-shirt Transfers for Inkjet Printers on Amazon. Fortunately, I noticed before I bought the t-shirts from AC Moore that the transfers were specifically for LIGHT t-shirts. I downloaded a template from, chose an image, printed, and cut out the logos. DH so kindly did the ironing for me, knowing that I'm allergic to ironing. B & D were so excited to wear their new shirts!


I've been debating whether or not to blog. I participated in the NaNoBlogMo challenge when I was on bed rest when I was pregnant with B. Then, I had all the time in the world - out of work, no children, and nothing to do. Nearly three years later, I have two toddlers, B & D, my DH, a full-time job, two large dogs, multiple early intervention therapies for B, doctor appointments, etc. But I would like to keep a record of what we're up to, as well as document my creations in the kitchen as I cultivate my love of baking.
My little ducks at Argyle Lake last weekend