Lots of Things Going On…

…here at Casa Glinda.

Let me throw a pity party for myself for a second,  OK?

I promise there will be goody bags.

After months of speech therapy that did not alleviate the bulk of her behavioral/developmental delays, yesterday we took our daughter to undergo a three hour battery of tests given by a multidisciplinary team of experts.  This was done basically to determine if she needs further, intensive behavioral therapy and if she is going to be clinically diagnosed as being on the autistic spectrum.

To say that I have been getting harassed by my immediate family for doing this is somewhat of an understatement. I have been accused of “wanting” something to be wrong with her to “having her labelled for life.”

Well Christ, I would say that when your three year old maxes out at three word sentences and still has a very limited vocabulary, as well as other behavioral issues, then it is high freaking time she get some intervention.    I resisted the testing battery for a few months because I wanted to see how much she would improve after six months of speech therapy, if her behaviors were the result of a bright mind frustrated by lack of communication skills.  And in some regards, they are, but my husband and I believe there are deeper issues that need to be addressed.

You know, because we are the ones living with her, not the people who see her for a maximum of a few hours a month.

Apparently that makes me a bad mother.

So now we wait a week to meet with the team and they will deliver their findings.

To say that I am stressed is also somewhat of an understatement.

Also, that whole remodeling thing and moving to another city?

Yeah well, that went kerplooie, and to be honest it was my decision to halt everything.  But that was because for 10 entire months, I was blockaded and stalled out and literally lied to.

So I took myself off the roller coaster.

In one sense it is a relief and I don’t regret the decision, but in another sense making that decision is taking me down a specific road that other people aren’t going to like.

Too bad.

I guess the moral of this post is that I have learned that life is too short to keep people around that are full of negativity and to keep on doing what you think is right.

Here is your goody bag, full of self-righteousness and resolve.  Trust me, it’s better than a Twix any day.

I Was Desperate, What Can I Say?

My current neighborhood is a very popular one for trick-or-treaters in the area.  We are in our own little enclosed (not gated!) development where you can’t really get lost or wander off as we are surrounded by parkland on two sides and a really big slope on the others.  So lots of people bring their families here because it feels safe and the neighborhood really gets into the whole Halloween thing.

So even though last night was technically a school night, I started panicking as we had already gone through our second Costco bag o’ chocolate.  It was still fairly early and we had already had around a hundred kids or so.

In a state of panic, I searched for the stash of candy we had from last year that has yet to be eaten (and probably never will be) that I knew was in a plastic bucket in the kitchen.    I came into the living room with the bucket, and my husband immediately recognized it as the “reject” candy from last year.

“What are you doing?” he cried in astonishment as I set the bucket on top of the little table we had set by the door.

“I’m getting extra candy in case we run out!” I snapped in reply.

“That candy is a YEAR OLD, Glinda!  You can’t possibly be thinking of giving it to somebody, can you?” he responded, with a look of utter disbelief.

“My God man, it’s processed sugar!  It is perfectly good candy!” I said, with my former bluster evaporating.

“You are NOT giving that out.  If we run out of candy, we will simply TURN OUT THE LIGHTS, not give people old candy.”

For once, my husband was right.

He can mark it on the calendar.

Trying Not to be “That” Mom, and Failing

As I said on MB, from here on the hot and dry West Coast, it was difficult to get a true understanding of the effects of Hurricane Sandy on millions of East Coast and Midwest residents. But in looking at pictures of the cleanup and hearing about those that lost their lives, I am sending all the positive vibes possible in an easterly direction.

Insert awkward segue here…

To my utter surprise and delight, my son decided to join a local youth volleyball league a few months ago, and has decided that he truly likes playing this sport.

As a mom who has been desperately seeking a sport for her son (anything, I would have taken pretty much anything! Fencing, swimming, whatever!) just so that he can get out and set some physical goals for himself, this was welcome news.  I don’t expect him to become some sort of pro player of anything, but I do think that getting the discipline involved in sports, as well as the physical and emotional outlets, is an important thing.   And dare I say that I think he might have some natural talent?

Did I mention that I played volleyball competitively for years?  Or that I also coached for years, including at the junior college level?

So when I see some well-meaning city employees who may or may not have much experience playing volleyball trying to teach my son improper form or telling them to do ridiculous things like trying to return a serve by setting, I sit on the bleachers and try to shut my damn mouth.  As I slowly clench and unclench my fists.  Kidding! Sorta!

Last weekend after my son’s game, I couldn’t hold it in any longer.  I HAD to know why they were encouraging these youngsters (8-10) to engage in something I consider sort of wrong (trust me, I am being a bit anal, but I am also thinking that they shouldn’t be introducing bad habits) I went and asked the coach.

The young man looked at my 41 year old self and gave me some sort of unsatisfactory answer, to which I responded with another question, which in turn I’m positive earned me the nickname of “Old Hag Who Thinks She Knows Everything.”

Sigh.

 

Monday Teeny Poll

I apologize for my tardy appearance here on the blog.  Can I just say that it’s complicated and leave it at that?  Mostly mental, but some other things thrown in as well that left me completely uninspired and with a fairly severe case of writer’s block.  But I’m back and trying to get into the groove.

Quite a while ago, I asked you if you were a fan of horror movies, and 50% gave an emphatic no.  30% like suspense-type horror, and 15% are good with any type of horror you’ve got.

Today’s question is one that has been rattling around in my brain for a bit, and I am curious to see what the consensus is.

Why Board Games are Still the Best

As a child, I can scarcely remember an occasion when a meal at my grandparents was not followed by a round of Clue or Connect 4.

It is a crying shame that traditional board games such as these are being replaced in our children’s lives by computer-based activities. I find it hard to imagine my children sitting down with grandma for a few games of Need for Speed or FIFA. This is why it is important to keep the games of our childhood alive through our own kids.

How many happy memories do you have of family games of Scrabble as a child? Arguing with your sister over how you spell queue or keeping an eye on granddad to make sure he isn’t cheating again creates real closeness between family members, and it seems a shame that this is being replaced by the largely-solitary pursuit of computer gaming in our children’s lives.

This may all just be me thinking with my nostalgia-tinged glasses on again, but I have always enjoyed the tactile quality of board games too. There is something quite satisfying about the elaborate setting up games like Mouse Trap needed before you could get down to the serious task of playing them.

Despite this, without doubt my favourite board game ever has to be Cluedo. I think I loved it originally because my sister hated it and I just wanted to be contrary, but after a while it took top spot on its own merit. Whereas in many board games your success is as much down to chance as it is to skill, Cluedo required cunning and strategy, and a Cluedo victory always tasted somehow sweeter than any other.

I know my children are both asking for computer games this Christmas, but I am going to make sure I get them a classic board game each too. Then, when the turkey is bare and the crackers have been pulled, I will make sure we all stay around the table and have a huge family game of Monopoly.

It is childhood moments such as this which you recall fondly as an adult pulling a dusty game out from the back of a cupboard, and I hope by creating the situation for my children they may repeat this process when they are older.

Monday Teeny Poll

47% of you luckily have no remodeling experience one way or the other, while 31% of you claim it is one big headache.  21% said it was only a small headache, and not one single person voted for “no headache at all” which is very, very telling.

Today my husband and I received some precious, precious babysitting, and because it was 90-some degrees outside, decided to see a movie.  We saw no less than four horror film trailers before the start of the movie.  Now, I know it’s Halloween season and all that, but I thought four was a bit much.  You see, I am NOT a fan of slasher/gory flicks at all, and I squirmed through most of the trailers with my eyes shielded by my hands.  I can do something like Silence of the Lambs but not something like Final Destination, if that makes any sense.

CDF 2.0

I never would have thunk it, but Sean Connery actually beat Patrick Stewart!  I am taking the lovely Lali’s suggestion and elevating Patrick Stewart up to the Hall of Fame anyway.  Insert “beam me up” jokes here that don’t quite apply to Star Trek: TNG but are still funny anyway.

Taking a cue from my Manolo Beauty post, I’ve got my next contender.

But seriously, older Sean Connery just does not do it for me.  Young Sean Connery, yes, but we’re not voting on young Sean Connery now are we?

VERSUS

Halloween Costumes for the Heavily Pregnant

 

I have to say the basketball player one is my favorite.

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