Thursday, February 14, 2013

The day two of us hoped would never come

But Jake and I are glad the kids [Claire] reached their [her] goals.  If only the goal reaching could be reward enough.

Tennis Lessons

Above: Good swing, Anne!  I think she hit that one (after it had bounced twice...)

Below: Anne messing around with the net while her coach tries to get her to pay attention.  I can't believe all the hair the coach has.  I would have torn all mine out by now if I were her.

Friday, February 8, 2013


Can't remember if I've mentioned it, but we used a Superflex curriculum with Claire to help her overcome common social obstacles autistic kids have.  Superflex is a super hero who uses his super powers to overcome bad guys like Rock Brain and Mean Jean and One-Sided Sid.  You can check it out at  But when you read below how unsuccessfully we've implemented it, you probably won't want to.

The other day I was helping Claire with her math homework.  She often writes numbers backwards, so I must have said ten times, "Whoa, which way does a 5 [or 2 or 7] go?" while pointing at a correctly written 5 or 2 or 7.  Claire was frustrated and grumbled, "Mom is never Superflex." 

And what could I say?  How do you explain to a 7 year old that she can't be flexible with how she writes numbers, but she has to be flexible when she brushes her teeth after scriptures and prayers instead of before, even though doing things in the wrong order makes her "not feel good"? 

She's right in more ways than one, by the way, about me not being Superflex.  Take my veins for example.  They aren't flexible enough to handle the pressure of pregnancy.  I've got some sexy varicose veins on the back of my thigh right now trying to work their way down the rest of my leg.  The only things second to them in beauty and wonder are my compression pantyhose.  Rawr.