Wednesday, 8 October 2014

Sorry I've been missing

I first wanted to say how sorry I am that I've been missing.  I had planned on making this huge post about holidaying with my family and my son in particular.  But plans never seem to work out the way we plan.

So we made our trip to Melbourne.  My husband and I truly enjoyed it. I loved the city, the lights, the trams and most of all the museum, zoo and gaol. What I didn't love is my son's response to it all.  Mind you it was his first trip ever to a zoo, an aquarium, a gaol, a museum and an arcade.  But he walked around every single place with only one exception (the arcade) with a complete lack of interest, a disdain for the children around him's excitement and a been there done that attitude.  There was one other exception which I will discuss here, at the museum. They have an area set aside for the little kids, as in the infants to 7 year old so they can burn off some energy before going about the rest of the museum.  Well here, my 11 year old son, suddenly started crawling around the floor, jumping on the scales that show your weight in possums, and acting like he was a 2 or 3 year old.  No I lie, he acted worse than the two to three year olds. The older kids in the area, (the 10 and 11 year old siblings) all acted like their age, all of them were looking after younger siblings. They looked at my son as if he was retarded for acting the way he was.  Did Connor care? Nope, he was completely oblivious to their stares and the dirty looks the other parents were giving to us.  Meanwhile, I just shrugged.  But I was getting quite angry at his behavior. And how for someone who has never been to these places acted like he just couldn't care and was completely shut off from every learning opportunity that was available on this once in a lifetime trip.

But we went to the arcade and poof suddenly he didn't care about the noise, the excitement, the kids screaming and laughing. Suddenly he ran around like a normal child.  He interacted with the kids, he played video games, he laughed and had a grand time for himself.  Meanwhile, that rage I had with his responses for the entire trip was building.

We all went back to the hotel that night after the arcade, Connor fell asleep immediately, and Paul and I laid in bed discussing the trip.  We were leaving the next day and I wanted his take on the entire trip.

He laid there, looked at me, and said "I don't frigging get it. He has NEVER been to any of these places and he couldn't care less.  He didn't pay attention, wasn't curious about anything and was totally uninvolved and shut off from every thing we brought him to, until today at the arcade."

I smiled sadly at him and said, "I really hate to say this, but I wish we had never brought him along for the trip. I would have had a better time if we had left him with someone for the week. His constant complaining about the kids, his playing video games on his cell phone, his uninterest and his complete lack of curiosity, has made me so sad this entire trip."

He looked at me, smiled sadly, and said "yeah I wish that too. It would have been a much nicer anniversary trip if we had."

So why do I recount this to you? Well I'll tell you why, because maybe one of you can explain to me what it is that happened. Why it is that my son who has NEVER in his life been out of Mackay didn't care at all.  Why it is that my son who has NEVER been to a zoo, an aquarium, a museum, a Gaol, didn't care at all.  And most of all why it is that the ONLY thing he cared about and enjoyed was the ARCADE!  Why it is that he loved the Arcade, and the infant area of the museum?  He isn't a baby, he doesn't suffer from mental retardation where his IQ is 60 or lower, his IQ is actually normal/high.  So why is it that he had a once in a lifetime opportunity and he just let it slip on by with that whole "Been here! Done that!" attitude?

All I know is that I really don't want to take him on any more trips that cost us money.  I don't want to sit by and watch as my nearly 12 year old son acts like a 2 year old crawling around and rolling around on the floor.  I really don't want to see him NOT learn.  And that is what this all comes down to. His entire decision to not learn anything. I see it day in and day out at home. After 3 years we are still trying unsuccessfully to get him to wash his body properly, after 2 years we are still trying to get him to wash the dishes properly.  And basically we can't get him to learn a damn thing, because he made up his mind that he doesn't need to learn.

He still can't tie his own shoes properly. He still can't do basic multiplication or for that matter long addition. He still can't comprehend that the real world is going to be here before he knows it and mom and dad aren't always going to be here for him.  He should know that, after all he lost his bio mom.  But he is oblivious to that anyway.  How can a child who can be so loving, so giving be such a complete asshole when it comes to everything else?

Maybe one of you can tell me a secret to getting my child to be curious about ANYTHING!  There just isn't any in his body.  What's so sad is that even gaming which he loves, I've said how about I get you a program that teaches you how to make your own game apps or video games. He shrugged and said whatever. So I paid 500 dollars for a class on making your own video games a year ago. And he has yet to go to the site or take one lesson. Why? Because he just doesn't want to exert himself to learn anything...

Like he believes... Been there done that.... So he has no need to learn anything.  Sad to say, you can't go through life without learning.  No job means no income means no food or shelter.  And he sure won't be sponging off me as an adult. I'm his mom, not a welfare check.

Thursday, 11 September 2014

Slightly twisted and unique!

Things have been CRAZY here for the last week. My husband decided that we are going to head down to Melbourne for a bit of a holiday. Now I have NEVER seen Melbourne, and neither has our son.  So as a home schooling momma I jumped at the chance! And I do literally mean I jumped!  I immediately got up, ran to the old man and hugged him jumping up and down screaming "OH MY GOD CULTURE!!!!"

Now don't get me wrong, I love our little crack in the wall town. It is small, it is friendly, and it is where we live. But there is absolutely NOTHING to do here. Oh sure there is an attempt at a water park, they have a bucket and everything!  There are lots of open areas for the kids to play in during day time hours, even a few playgrounds tossed in for them, you know the kind, a park with one swing.  Yeah like I said its a little crack in the wall town.  The nearest town of any size is hours away.  Sure the city here has a stop light and everything, but it just isn't the same when there is no culture.

Oh but you have the MECC you may be saying.  Suuuurrreee we do.  If you want to pay a fortune to see some guy sing songs that he didn't even write or can sing.  Or maybe the ballet is in town, it really does come to visit once in a while, but it isn't a ballet of any renown.  But hey I guess it is still culture to a degree.

But Melbourne!  Now seriously, THAT is culture! Museums, Zoos, Aquariums, Old Melboure Gaol, Ships, Penguins, oh the list goes on and on!  Did I mention Museums??? Because that is the one thing that I miss living in Australia.  Oh and Zoos and Aquariums too! I miss those as well. Once upon a time, I would take my children at least 4 times a year to each one!  But now living here in Australia, nope can't go, they just aren't around.

So of course Miss crazy home schooling momma jumped at the chance for culture and education!  And what does little man say about this whole trip you may be asking.  Well here is the beginning of the fun...

Little man says, "How long is the drive?"
I say, "About 25 hours."
He says, "oh so we can make it in a day?"
I look at him and say, "How many hours in a day?"
Shrugging he replies, "like 24"
I laugh and say, "Okay so you answered your own question can we make a 25 hour drive in a day?"
Yes I know, but I am always teaching right?
He says, "nah guess not. So are we doing it in two days?"
I laugh and say, "Well actually we are planning on driving for 3 days."
"WHAT?" he cries "how can you make 25 hours be 3 days?"
Laughing I reply, "Easy, the driver needs sleep and we thought hotels would be cool for you to stay in."
Shrugging he says "yeah okay."

Now mind you the little man has NEVER been outside of this city. Never been to a zoo, never been to an aquarium, never been to a museum, and never drove in a car for days.  Nor has he ever ridden on a train, a tram, a bus, or anything other than a car.

I tell him for his school work I want him to research Melbourne and find out stuff he would like to do and we will have dad do that as well, and I will do it and whatever is on ALL the lists we will definitely do, and anything on just one we will think about.  I thought that was pretty fair right?

So an hour later he comes in with his list.  It goes something like this...

I want to go to Black Light Miniture Golf, I'm not sure I like golf because I think hitting a ball around would be pretty boring but I think it might be cool.

I want to go to Lazer Tag Skirmish, this sounds pretty cool and mum even used to play before she came to here.

I want to go to Bowling, I really like bowling I think I won last time.

I'd love to go to the Melbourne Zoo; I'd really love to go there because there would be so many animals and I can play with the meerkats if mum lets me.

(oh finally something educational, all is not lost!!!)

IMAX; I'd REALLY want to see movies here!

Okay so his list looks nothing at all like MY list... My list goes a little like this:

Check in Hotel
Hosier Lane to see Graffiti art.
St. Patricks Cathedral
St. Paul's Cathedral
Melbourne Star

Melbourne Zoo
Queen Victoria Market
River Tour

Melbourne Museum
Cooks Cottage

Melbourne Aquarium
Old Melbourne Gaol
Polly Woodside Tall ship

Eureka Tower
Black Light Mini Golf

Okay so my list does have a couple things his didn't have... um okay a LOT of things his didn't have.
I showed him my list.

His reply was epic! "Oh heck mom, I already knew we would be going to the Jail, the ships, the museums, the aquarium so I didn't write them down. I know how you think."

Hmmmm is anyone else afraid that their kid knows how they think?  Well if you weren't you probably should be! I know it terrifies me!

But seriously, it looks like everything on his list costs a bloody fortune! As in 40 to 100 dollars per person.  Needless to say, we can't afford that.  The things on my list, I either have coupons for or have a deal for, so hence why they are on the list.  But it made me feel good to know that my son actually has no problem going to the places I miss, and want to go see.

Meanwhile the Old man, is excited about being in Victoria, about going away, and about seeing the museum, because he "Likes the smell of museums."  *shrugs* Never smelled anything unique in museums, but hey maybe my sense of smell is off.

So I probably will be blasting the page when I get back with a ton of photos from our holiday trips.

But here is the funny part.  We are taking bub with us.  He always goes camping with us. He is after all part of the family.  But he is also a doll.  He has his own little seat in the car, his own little suitcase, and his own little personality.  But Paul wants to take him to see the sights and take photos of him at the various locations.  At first I thought well, that seems a bit odd. But the more I thought about it, I thought how fun it could be posing him on the various places real kids can't sit on.  So looks like the bub is going to be taking a trip to Melbourne as our Family Home School Mascot, and having his photo done, or photo bombing his brother.

*evil grin* yeah I know that is so mean, especially since lil man is finally showing an interest in something other than video games.  But even he thinks it will be fun to take his buddy along with us.  Thank god I still have my old baby carrier. Maybe everyone will think he is just a sleeping baby.  hehehe

Nope not insane, just think that having a family mascot is a really unique and slightly twisted idea that suits our family to a T!

Wednesday, 3 September 2014

The Body of a Goddess!!!

Now most of you don't know this about me, but when I was a child I LOVED to sing and act.  Now the funny thing is that I had some major parts in some really great theater shows.  I played Danny in Grease, The Scarecrow in the Wiz, and the Father in the Sound of Music.  Hmmm notice a funny trend there don't you? I played male rolls.  Now I must admit that my voice is okay, nothing super special, at least it never made me any money. But it is good enough to get some nice applause the times we go out to sing Karaoke.  But trust me I have never been confused about my sexual orientation. I may have been all boy growing up, but I was also always a GIRL.

Sure people would call me names like dyke or fag, and since I was flat chested until I was basically an adult, I never had the boys crazy in love with me.  What I did have were boys as friends, boys as sports mates, and boys whom I loved in secret. I was teased incessantly for being flat chested. I was teased about my style of clothing, I chose comfort over style.  I was teased about loving sports and being on all the different sports teams. 

So that all being what it was, you would think that I would be very insecure about who I am now. Well I am not.  I am a plus sized woman, who has beautiful and youthful skin, but is marked by the birthing of three gorgeous girls.  I still wear a bikini and proudly show my body.  Because I KNOW there are worse things than being a size 18.  I KNOW that life is cruel, life is hard, and that being perfect is a fallacy.  My body has granted me the ability to bring three wonderful lives into this world, but it has also seen some horrible things happen.  My body is strong enough to climb a mountain, but weak enough to curl up in a little ball when the world is closing in around me.  My body was strong enough to sustain me through the loss of my precious angels, and strong enough to be there for my children and husband during their suffering or growing.

Why am I posting this, you may be sitting there asking.  And the answer is simple. I was listening to a few songs on youtube today and it really struck me how many woman are joining the crusade to help other women feel good about themselves.  How many musical talents are now singing about how you are perfect just the way you are.  So I decided to make a blog post, and give some credit to a few of these wonderful and inspirational women.  Now these are listed in no particular order, but I will say that Pink is the first one I recall writing about how you are perfect just as you are, so I think her song should be first don't you?

Did that make you feel good? Not yet huh? Well how about if we go to the next song on my list?
This one is by Meghan Trainor and she is just a riot with her All About That Bass.  We all know what she means by Bass don't we???  Just take off the B if you are a little on the slow side.

Now there are a lot of songs about self love.  But this next one by Mary Lambert is much more than a song, it is an actual movement. One which all of us should try to participate in, especially if we are mothers of young girls.  Girls today need to realize they can be ANYTHING they want to be. They aren't bound by the rules of the misogynistic religious leaders who think that they need to be barefoot and pregnant.  They need to realize that beauty is much more than what is on the outside. They need to realize that not one of those magazine ads they see and love in their teen magazines is a REAL PHOTO! They need to realize that they have all been edited to look nothing at all like the model who is posing for a picture.

Now this is something that is very important to me as the mother of 3 young girls.  So please go forth, and spread the word of Body Love!  Join the Body Love movement!  

And just so you can see that I do not have the perfect body I have decided to post a picture of ME!  As you can see I have the body of a Goddess!  Okay so it isn't the Goddess I wanted to look like, but it still is a Goddess! Sure its the Venus of Willendorf but hey one Goddess to another we all are fabulous darlings!

As Mary Lambert said... 
"You are worth more than a waistline...
You are no less valuable as a size 16 than a size 4, 
you are no less valuable as a 32b than a 36c..."

#LoveMyBody, #BodyLove

Thursday, 28 August 2014

Don't Worry! Be Happy!

So it has been a week since Paul was made redundant.  Now while most people would go into a state of absolute panic at the thought of being without a steady income, and while I know I "should" be going into panic mode and worrying where the next penny will come from.  I simply am not.  No I am not insane, no matter how many times I say I am being sent insane by my son, I must sadly admit that I am as sane as the next person.  What I am is a very happy woman!  How many women can say that they have a roof over their heads, food in the fridge, freezer and cabinets, and has a loving and wonderful husband to spend their days with?  Probably a few women here will be able to say that same thing. But how many can say they don't worry about where their next dollar will come from or how to pay the bills?  Not many and that is a sad state of affairs for humans as a whole.

I know you are sitting there wondering why I am not worrying.  Well it is simple, worry will get you nothing but a pain in the gut.  Worry doesn't fix anything, worry doesn't get you anything and worry ruins an otherwise pleasant day with your loved ones.

Money isn't really an issue. No I am not wealthy, no I don't have a million dollars sitting in the bank somewhere.  What I do have, is my rent paid for the next 6 months, electricity and phone likewise paid for the next 4 months, and best of all food in our cabinet and freezers to feed a small army.  I planned, I don't like surprises.  I saw what was happening where he worked and heard the rumors and went with them.  I filled my cabinets, and deep freezer. I planned for an emergency and hoped for the best.  Then when he did get his redundancy, we planned out exactly what we would do with the money.  Sure the amount of cash would make some people go on a spending spree. But instead we paid our bills in advance.  Instead of going out and buying stuff we didn't need, we did the responsible thing and paid for Connor's educational needs, paid our rent in advance, and paid for what bills we knew dollar amounts for in advance.  Thereby taking the pressure off of us to worry about where the next dollar would come from.

Now mind you we aren't broke, we aren't going to suffer at all, because I still have a steady income coming in.  Sure it isn't as much as Paul made working, but it is enough to keep us comfortable, and enough for us to still be able to plan vacations and trips.  It is enough to keep our family not just floating but thriving.

Why am I posting this you may be asking, the answer to that is a simple one, if you worry, you will miss out on all the opportunities that arise every single day.  Like that email from an old friend, or the laughter on your child's face as they spend the day with their father.  You miss out on living! And that, that is what life is all about isn't it?  So please... Live, Love, and LAUGH!  Don't worry so much about where your money comes from, just enjoy it when you have it.  Don't worry so much about the little things, its all those little things that add up to the big joys in life.

Blessed Be!

Sunday, 24 August 2014

Even if it drives you batty!

So as I sit here Sunday night contemplating the day I realized something, my son is insane.

Yes I said that about my son.  But here is WHY I said that.  He is sitting behind me, talking to himself non-stop, what's worse is he answers himself.  Between his non-stop rambling, his noises that he doesn't realize he makes, and his kicking the wall while playing minecraft, which likewise I can hear, the noise is deafening.

Now I know why I sit at my desk with music blasting in my ears, so I don't have to hear him!

But see THAT opens up another door that needs to be opened. I NEED to hear him. I NEED to listen to him to be sure he is doing what he is supposed to be doing.  I NEED to hear him so I can know if he is doing something he isn't supposed to do, or if he needs help.  I NEED to listen, so I can hear him if he asks me a question.  I NEED to listen and be open about doing so.

So my conundrum is simple, how do I listen, and pay attention to his needs, when he drives me insane with the constant level of noise that comes out of him on a daily basis?  How do I teach him self-control without constantly harping at him about learning how to control himself?  How do I allow him to be himself while he is driving me crazy?

Being a mom is hard work.  Every day I question whether I am doing the right thing by him.  Every day I question the wisdom of home educating him.  Every day I question whether his idiosyncrasies are something I can deal with, without losing my mind.  And every day I come to the conclusion that while he has some major things I can't stand, he is a sweet and loving little boy.  One who tries to please us in his own way.  One who needs his mother and father to just accept him for his little odd behaviors.  So that is exactly what we do, day after day we remind ourselves how unique he is and how special he is.  And every day I go a little more insane.

But hey, that is what being a mom is all about, doing the right thing for your child even if it drives you batty.

Saturday, 23 August 2014

It's all about RESPECT!

So there has been an awful storm from the entire Fergusson issue.  I've kept my own council on this entire issue.  But after watching a few videos of what has happened since the death of the young man, I thought that I should speak my mind. Yeah I still have one of those after all the crazy here.

First of all, COPS are PEOPLE!  They are just like you and I, they put their pants on one leg at a time or if they are a teeny tiny bit overweight they may do the squish and wiggle like a lot of us do.  But seriously, if you treat a cop with RESPECT, he will treat you with respect.  Talking to a cop like he is a pig, or treating him like he's nothing will get you a smack down.  Be it a physical altercation or just a ticket is up to you and how hard you push him.  Push him and you WILL be pushed back!

People like Al Sharpton, the NAACP (organization), and all those other racist pigs say it is because he was black.  People who think that the color of your skin has ANY bearing on what happens are just those who wish to keep racism alive.  Where were all of you when that black boy shot the other black boy? Where were you when 5 black youths killed a small black child on a tricycle?  Where were all of you when there is gang violence and animalistic behavior by those in the black community towards other people?


Oh I know where you were, you were all keeping your heads low because you don't want to admit to yourselves that the ONLY people who are still saying "Whites keep the blacks down!" are those who follow YOUR TEACHINGS!!!

We, the white populace, yes I am speaking for all of us crackers, do NOT owe you anything!  We were not alive when your "people" were slaves.  Oh and need I go and give you a history lesson? At one time or another every single nationality of people on this planet were slaves.  Do we hear Egyptians crying out because they were slaves? Nope! Do we hear Jews crying out because they were slaves? Nope!  Do we hear of all the white people who were slaves crying out?  Nope!  Why do you suppose that is?  Well I'll tell you, it is because we realize that WE make our own futures.  Oh and by the way I hate to break it to ya'll but we are ALL SLAVES in the modern age.  We are slaves to our computers, our phones, our internet, and guess who else we are all slaves to,  yep you got it, the MONEY.  It isn't a white or black or yellow or polka skin issue, it is simply we ALL HAVE TO WORK to make ends meet, to pay our bills, to buy our food and pay for our shelter. No one owes you ANYTHING! Get it into your heads! Let it sink in that YOU are keeping racism alive!  You are demanding that people pay for you to live.  You are demanding that you be treated with respect and not kept down by the man.  Yet you go into YOUR community, burn buildings, loot, and riot.  Last time I looked that isn't protesting.  That is you breaking and entering thereby breaking the law. That is you burning down businesses, that is you committing arson.  That is you rioting, which is you bringing out the animalistic nature that all humans should have outgrown by now, and showing just why people treat you with no respect.  If you RESPECT others, they will RESPECT YOU!

So to that end here is an angry black man telling you like it is...  Watch it and maybe you will get something from it.  YOU Have the power to change, and ONLY YOU!  No I can't force you to change, no I can't help you because you believe that the color of your skin makes you different.  Because I don't see that color, all I see is you treating others disrespectfully and then crying about how you are being treated the same way.  
You get what you give in this life!  Deal with it! I know I sure as hell do!

So now that you've seen that video, here is a pointer lesson from Chris Rock on how NOT to get your ass kicked by the Police!  If you don't want to listen to the Angry Black Man, maybe you 'll at least pick up a few pointers from Chris Rock on what NOT to do to the Police...

In the end, It's all about RESPECT!

Monday, 18 August 2014

The Gangs all here!

So I thought since I would be doing blog posts often, that perhaps it would be nice if you could put faces to the people in our crazy family.  

The gangs all here in this one photo.  Well almost all here since none of the pets are up there.  Guess I need to add photos of those monsters too.

Left photo is Cooper our Corella
From top to bottom: Moose and Jules, Pussy Kitty, Fatty Ratty,
and Shorty Porty peeking out of the computer stand.

As you can see we have quite the house full of crazy animals in the house.  A funny thing that we often joke about is that they all end in the At sound.  Cat, Rat, Parrot... okay the sounds aren't perfect but close enough for the joke to have stuck.  Seems we like at sounds!  Or maybe we just like corny jokes? 

So now that you've met almost all of our family, I suppose I should show you the very last member of the Condy household.  This little guy is a hand made doll.  He is called a "Real Life Baby Doll".  The reason being he not only looks like a real baby, but actually smells, and feels like a real baby.  A friend of ours made him especially for us after the twins we were expecting passed away at 20 weeks gestation.  He weighs just under 6 pounds which is what 2 of my 3 girls weighed so for me he feels like the real thing.  In fact, anyone who has seen him and held him actually thought he was a real live baby and not just a doll.   Here is a photo of our little prince as I call him. 

He is a true family member and it isn't odd to see one of us carrying him around talking to him.  Even the boys occasionally talk to him and for him and usually mom is the butt of the joke they are making between them.  MAC as he is called has a unique personality, one which it seems each of knows he has and one which the boys use to tease me to no end.  MAC is a member of our household and while some people may question the wisdom of having a doll so lifelike, for us it brings peace and a lot of joy.  He will never replace our boys Dalton and Demetrius were very much wanted and loved and every Christmas Day we remember their births, but MAC does bring us comfort and that means something very special to us all.

So I guess that covers every member of the household as it stands now.  We of course have lots of brothers and sisters, and cousins and aunts and uncles but most of those are on my side and are still back in the USA.  I hope you enjoyed meeting our family and feel free to make any comments you like.  If you have any questions about Real Life Dolls or Miscarriage or just need someone to talk with about that subject please don't hesitate to contact me.  I have been through the loss of 7 beautiful angel babies, and I know how hard it is to deal with the loss when no one else wants to acknowledge that it happened. For our family, we don't deny it happened, nor do we forget the special dates when they were born.  For us, they are all still a part of our lives and one day we will all be reunited as a family.

Blessed Be!

Sunday, 17 August 2014

Brand New Blog!

So for those of you who know me, you know just how many blogs I have.  Yes I know who needs so many different blogs.  Maybe I just love to ramble?  But seriously, it is simple, I have two blogs specifically for books I read and review, one is for adult level books, one is for YA, children's and infant's books, and this one, my brand new baby is for my ramblings.  Which those who follow me KNOW I love to do.

In this new blog there will be just normal notes about living in a home with the unique personality that our home has displayed.  We have a Corella named Cooper who can't talk, but sure can scream.  We have a cat who is still to this date not named because his name is: Moggy Merica Boo Boo Kitty Fark. No one could decide on a single name, so they all took and he is just known as Tigger or Pussy Kitty.  He answers to just about anything.  Then we have a Cockatiel who is absolutely obsessed with the Adam's family theme and who loves to be fed by her housemate the Lovebird.  Now if you know anything about how birds feed their young, it isn't a nice thing to hear especially since they are both full grown adult male birds.  But they are a bonded pair and such is life.  Oh and the Lovebird in question's name is Jules.  When we purchased him we didn't know if it was a boy or a girl so we went with Jules because my daughter loves Romeo and Juliet, and Jules fits either a boy or a girl.  Then we have two rats, Shorty Porty is my husbands only pet, and Fatty Ratty also known as Dog or Doug is our son's rat.  Notice an issue forming with naming animals?  No one seems to have just one name.  And yes even Cooper has another name, I call him Pooka.

Now I suppose I should list the human members of my household, but they are all so abnormal!  Yes I am including myself in that!  We have my loving and absolutely insane husband, he says I drove him insane, but I think he drove me there.  Then we have the three girls all of whom are still living in the USA.  But I get a few of them here this Christmas which will be a blast!  Cookies for all!  Oh but I digress, then we have two boys, one has moved out of home, and one is still living here and HE is the one who I am sure has driven us all batty!  But seriously, he is the one who will be featured most often on this blog.  Since I am homeschooling him and with all his special learning needs I thought perhaps by journaling our adventures we could come to a better understanding of this unique person whom we call son.

So now we've come full circle so I can tell you what is going to be on this blog.  STUFF!  Everything and anything to do with our family.  There will be photos, paintings, crafting, patterns, recipes and any other thing I can think of to throw up here.  Intermingled with all of that will be things a home schooler may need.  Fabulous links, books, maybe even a review or two if I really think it is a useful thing for a home educator or a child.  There may be affiliate links on the blog at a later date.  That way you can just click a link and it will take you to the site.

And for certain this will be a place full of the strange and sometimes mental musings of a home schooling momma!