I love my youngest son, Joey, but there are days when it is a struggle to reach him - when it comes to doing chores, he’s good at disappearing. It also has been a constant battle with him to get him to do homework. I have to pick battles with him. He is a very sweet boy, who has a wicked sense of humor, is very creative, and loves to make people laugh. Unlike most children with Asperger's, he is very social, although he often does not behave properly in social gatherings—he hates attention of any kind. He does not care for sports, whether it’s basketball, soccer, baseball, gymnastics, or karate, although he does love to draw, ride his bike, and play computer games. He also likes to make stop-animation videos with Lego’s and the camera we bought him for his birthday.
Being a parent of an autistic child can be a challenge, it is doubly challenging when Heavenly Father blesses you with not one, but two special needs children. I don’t understand why he did. I am not a very patient person. I most definitely do not have the patience of Job. And anyone who really knows me – knows I am like a bottle rocket when it comes to controlling my temper.
I love my youngest son, Joey, but there are days when it is a struggle to reach him - when it comes to doing chores, he’s good at disappearing. It also has been a constant battle with him to get him to do homework. I have to pick battles with him. He is a very sweet boy, who has a wicked sense of humor, is very creative, and loves to make people laugh. Unlike most children with Asperger's, he is very social, although he often does not behave properly in social gatherings—he hates attention of any kind. He does not care for sports, whether it’s basketball, soccer, baseball, gymnastics, or karate, although he does love to draw, ride his bike, and play computer games. He also likes to make stop-animation videos with Lego’s and the camera we bought him for his birthday.
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It’s been a mixed-bag sort of month. The family drove to northern Idaho to visit Ed’s mother. We had a good visit and a wonderful, appetizing, home cooked Thanksgiving dinner. The following evening, we had dinner with Ed’s older sister and her family, and on Saturday, we spent the night with his younger sister and her youngest daughter. We don’t get to visit with his family very often, so it was a good trip all around. I was able to work on some genealogy, too. The weather cooperated for us, which was good, even though we spent a little extra money to rent an SUV—just in case we ran into some bad weather heading over the mountain passes. Thank goodness we safely made it to our destination and back home again.
I was never a cake or ice cream person. Oh, no—for me it was pie, I wanted for my birthday. Growing up near Portland, Oregon, there was a Plush Pippin Restaurant not too far from our house and on my birthday we ate there. I remember the large bakery ovens and displays of delicious pies that greeted us as we entered the doors. The heavenly aroma of mouth-watering, scrumptious fresh baked fruit, cinnamon, and sugar and other spices wafted through the store. I thought no one could make a lighter and flakier, melt-in-the mouth crust then Plush Pippin. I also loved the varieties of pies available; apple, dutch apple, blueberry, peach, pumpkin, blackberry or marionberry, lemon meringue, chocolate, and then more unique flavors of peanutbutter-chocolate and sourcream lemon. My all time favorite was the marrionberry pie. I always requested it warmed, sometimes with a small scoop of vanilla ice cream, but most of the time just by itself –slightly tart, earthy, and sweet.
Sadly, they are all but gone. The restaurants closed years ago and they cater only a few flavors to grocery store chains; including their apple and pumpkin pies. Just south of Seattle is a small bakery outlet, where consumers can purchase factory seconds for only a few dollars a pie. Come with cash, as they do not except checks or credit cards. I stopped by the outlet, on my way back from Seattle, yesterday, and they had frozen lattice apple, cherry, blueberry, and pineapple pies available. Unfortunately, they stopped creating the amazing marrionberry pies years ago. Oh, how I miss Plush Pippin Pies. Lia London's newest collaborative fiction story is available for download from Amazon until December 4. Magian High is like Hogwarts, but it's not. Can desegregation work or was it doomed to fail from the start? Book Description: The Punkers moved towards us, and Amity and I were forced to back down the steps. When we reached the bottom, they formed a ring around us, all flying just a few inches above the ground. With their shoulders almost touching, they locked us in and began to rotate slowly around us, like a hovering wheel of stupid. Except that they all either had Water Balls or flaming thumbs. We’re not supposed to use any magic on campus except Flash Jumping to get to outbuildings for classes, but I knew no one would really see what they were doing. Amity and I found ourselves back-to-back like the trapped heroes in the movies always do, except that I knew we didn’t have any awesome moves to bust out with. Remember to support Independent Authors. |
"Hey. . . it's me."I live in the shadows of the Olympic Mountains in the state of Washington and I love camping, boating, kayaking, hiking, and hanging out with my husband, our three adult children, and our Bernese Mountain dog, Henry. Tags
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