Half way

I made it halfway through NaBloPoMo! I will admit, however, I’m half-assing it here and there because these just a lot of transition happening right now. And in the last 2 weeks I’ve worked 100 hours at my new job and old job, dealt with some unpleasant financial situations, been turned upside and inside out over this electing, and learned today that I like won’t get into the graduate school program I applied for. There’s an outside chance I could still get in, but it doesn’t look good. I know I need to get this degree, so onward and upward. I have other option. This ain’t over. 

Sorry for the stream of consciousness, it’s late and I’m sucked into Vikings. Like I said, half-assed. 



Oh Cotton Babies! They have a gorgeous new line that benefits Postpartum Progress, an organization so dear to me. 

It takes incredible strength to live with and survive a postpartum mood disorder. Cotton Babies knows that. And they have been an integral supporter of Postpartum Progress and the Warrior Mom Conference. 

I got to see and feel many of these items at this years Warrior Mom Conference, but they sold out quickly because they are so beautiful and touched our hearts. They just released this diaper design for pre-order and oh. my. god. does it make me wish I had a baby bum to put one on. 

Alas, no more baby bums for me, but it is time for Christmas shopping and I really really like that mug, hint hint.  

(This is not an affiliate post, no one paid me to profess my love for this line, my opinions are 100% my own). 

Oh look, shiny objects

I have a lot of thoughts and feelings about this recent election. They’re a moving target though; I can’t seem to pin them down. So, because I’m an avoider of hard things, here’s a picture of my kids from trick or treat a couple weeks ago. 

The oldest had to be talked into the Gru costume and only wore it because of the mask (perhaps the promised sack of free candy played a role). The youngest though, he wanted to be a vampire fish. Thanks Zeb Hogan. I kept at him with feasible ideas (ghost?) but he wasn’t having any of it. When he said ‘GIANT squid!??’ with guarded excitement, I thought ‘I can do that’. 

And I totally did. 

(Middle is in front of oldest. She went as Tris from Divergent.)


Many parents and early childhood educators take imaginative play for granted. Yet, when you have parented a child in the spectrum, it’s fairly common that your child will struggle with the abstract and feels safer with the concrete. Not every kid on the spectrum struggles with this, but when my oldest was young, imaginative play just wasn’t on the menu.  

I bought my oldest all the things I could to encourage imaginative play. I got play silks and dolls and a even constructed a homemade wooden play kitchen. And while he did engage in a little imaginative play here and there, it was still very concrete, and it just didn’t come naturally.  

When his sister was 2 and entering that phase of imaginative play, he was 7.  She brought him in with her. Watching her turn an ordinary block into a bed or car amazed him and amazed me. Watching him imagine with her brought me to my knees. 

I thought with the youngest, seeing him discover imaginative play would be old hat. But when he plays, I still have so many feelings.  I never want to interrupt him when he’s in flow with his play. Even though it’s a daily occurrence with him, it’s so deep and complex and I’m still filled with gratitude and awe.