Fickle Friday: Week Recap

I’ve been trying to write on and off all day.  Maybe because I’m sleep deprived, maybe because my mind is trying to hold too many things all at once.  My heart is fickle today.  The kids, disability, laundry, extra chromosomes, preschool, echocardiograms… Sometimes I feel like my skull is full of marbles just crashing into each other at random intervals.  I think I have maybe five really big posts in my head and I can’t seem to get any of them out.  Bullocks. Read the rest of this entry »

182 Days of Freakin’ Awesome

Dear Mama,

Yup, I’m six months old.  I’m actually a few days older than six months old because you couldn’t get your ass in gear to write this post.  Uh, no.  I’m writing this.  Not you.  Right.  Sorry for the crude language, you’ll still feed me in the morning, right? Read the rest of this entry »

The thyroid is connected to the…

Dear Mama,

Yeah, my thyroid doesn’t quite function ideally.  It is true.

I’ve been secretly trying to clue you into this, through a bunch of carefully timed, meaningful glances, not to mention the bunch of times I just outright said it to you.  Unfortunately, I am only able to make vowel sounds, and a very few (uh, two) consonant sounds.  Maybe you didn’t understand me. Read the rest of this entry »