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  <title>just an ordinary day</title>
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    <name>Phoebe Holmes</name>
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    <title>A conversation with Maura</title>
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        <p>
Today, after her AVB therapy session, I learned that Maura was using three new signs. 
Trying to be less of a slacker parent, I decided to try out one of the new signs,
the one for "movie".
</p>
        <p>
So out in the parking lot, I asked her "Did you watch a movie?" while using the sign
for movie.
</p>
        <p>
She said "I wah Boo!"  Interpretation - "I watched Boots!"  meaning she
watched the Dora the Explorer video.
</p>
        <p>
A definite, genuine, two way conversation.  One that didn't require a "yes" or
"no" response, or start with "What's that?". It was an interactive, I asked a question,
she gave me an informative answer. This is a Very Big Deal in our neck of the woods.  
</p>
        <p>
Only took five years, 7 months.  But that is okay.  We're seeing verbal
development.  The words are beginning to come out of her head and we can't wait
to finally find out all that goes on inside there.  Because the way she makes
herself giggle so much, inside Maura's head seems to be a very fun place to hang out.
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    <title>Sharing with the class</title>
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    <published>2008-12-02T18:01:38.0749244-07:00</published>
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        <p>
A very interesting read -  
</p>
        <p>
          <a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20081202/ap_on_he_me/med_autism_research">Brain
waves are window into autism language woes - Yahoo! News</a>
        </p>
        <p>
CHICAGO - Unique brain wave patterns, spotted for the first time in autistic children,
may help explain why they have so much trouble communicating. 
</p>
        <p>
Using an imaging helmet that resembles a big salon hair dryer, researchers discovered
what they believe are "signatures of autism" that show a delay in processing individual
sounds. 
</p>
        <p>
That delay is only a fraction of a second, but when it's for every sound, the lag
time can cascade into a major obstacle in speaking and understanding people, the researchers
said. 
</p>
        <p>
Imagine if it took a tiny bit longer than normal to understand each syllable. By the
end of a whole sentence, you'd be pretty confused. 
</p>
        <p>
The study authors believe that's what happens with autistic children, based on the
brain wave patterns detected in school-age children in their study. 
</p>
        <p>
The preliminary results need to be confirmed in younger children, but the researchers
hope this technique could be used to help diagnose autism in children as young as
age 1. That's at least a year earlier than usual, and it could mean behavior treatment
much sooner. 
</p>
        <p>
Andrew Papanicolaou, director of the clinical neurosciences center at University of
Texas's Houston campus, said the study makes a major contribution to autism research. 
</p>
        <p>
"It gives us a window through which we get a picture of some of the neurological conditions
responsible for the peculiar behaviors in autism," said Papanicolaou, who was not
involved in the research. 
</p>
        <p>
Dr. James McPartland, a Yale University autism researcher who also wasn't involved
in the study, called the results "preliminary, with promise." Whether the patterns
found in the study exist in all autistic children is uncertain, but they're worthy
of more study, he said. 
</p>
        <p>
Study results were prepared for release Monday at the Radiological Society of North
America meeting in Chicago. 
</p>
        <p>
Finding biomarkers - like the brain waves - that could enable earlier diagnosis and
treatment is the "holy grail" for autism scientists, McPartland said. Now, doctors
typically diagnose autism through parents' reports and by observing behaviors that
often don't emerge until at least age 2, he said. 
</p>
        <p>
The brain wave study used noninvasive technology called magnetoencephalography, MEG
for short. It measures magnetic fields generated by electrical currents in brain nerve
cells, and records brain activity in real time. 
</p>
        <p>
Researchers at Children's Hospital of Philadelphia had 64 autistic children ages 6
to 15 listen through headphones to a series of rapid beeps while under the helmet-like
device, which recorded the brain's response to the sounds. Those brain waves, shown
as highlighted areas on an imaging screen, were compared with responses in a group
of non-autistic children. 
</p>
        <p>
In autistic children, response to each sound was delayed by one-fiftieth of a second. 
</p>
        <p>
"We tend to speak at four syllables per second," said Timothy Roberts, the study's
lead author and the hospital's vice chairman of research. If an autistic brain "is
slow in processing a change in a syllable ... it could easily get to the point of
being overloaded." 
</p>
        <p>
Experts say one in 150 U.S. children have autism, a disorder involving poor verbal
communication, repetitive behaviors such as head-banging, and avoidance of physical
or eye contact. 
</p>
        <p>
There is no cure but behavior treatment and sometimes medication can lessen symptoms. 
</p>
        <p>
Among those in the study was Parker Leiby, a 9-year-old Mount Laurel, N.J., boy with
mild autism and sometimes hard-to-understand speech. He said he felt like an astronaut
wearing that big helmet, and called the whole experience "cool." 
</p>
        <p>
Parker was diagnosed at age 2. Since then he's had extensive treatment including speech
therapy. He's in a regular third-grade class, loves cross-country running and hopes
to become an engineer. 
</p>
        <p>
Before participating in the study last year, "we didn't have an answer" about his
language difficulties, said Parker's mother, Kim. "It helped shed a lot of light." 
</p>
        <p>
Roberts, the study author, said the findings fit with a leading theory that suggests
autism is "a disorder of connectivity in the brain." 
</p>
        <p>
MEG technology also has been used to map brain tumors and to evaluate epilepsy. McPartland
said a few previous studies have used MEG and related technology to study other aspects
of autism, but with inconsistent results. 
</p>
        <p>
___ 
</p>
        <p>
On the Net: 
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        <p>
Autism: <a href="http://us.rd.yahoo.com/dailynews/ap/ap_on_he_me/storytext/med_autism_research/30098159/SIG=11gkvh4hs;_ylt=AhACVm0i_3_OaecByKmbPpla24cA/*http://www.nlm.nih.gov/medlineplus/autism.html">http://www.nlm.nih.gov/medlineplus/autism.html</a></p>
        <p>
Radiological Society: <a href="http://us.rd.yahoo.com/dailynews/ap/ap_on_he_me/storytext/med_autism_research/30098159/SIG=10l05kd8u;_ylt=AnMeEgXWHs0ntC.XBLaRbDBa24cA/*http://www.rsna.org">http://www.rsna.org</a></p>
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  <entry>
    <title>Diagnosing Maura</title>
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    <published>2008-12-02T15:49:36.7262536-07:00</published>
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        <p>
As many of you know, we've been trying to find a diagnosis for Maura that explains
the low muscle tone, delays, crossed eyes, blah blah, yadda yadda, and everything
else.
</p>
        <p>
Today, someone asked why I don't get her an autism diagnosis.  This isn't the
first time this has been asked, and I thought "Hmm..I wonder just how many people
wonder this?"
</p>
        <p>
So, why don't I get Maura an autism diagnosis?
</p>
        <p>
Well, first and foremost, she doesn't fit the criteria. Not even PDD-NOS (pervasive
developmental disorder - none other specified.)  To quote <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pervasive_developmental_disorder">Wikipedia's
entry on PDD</a> - 
</p>
        <p>
          <em>Some clinicians use PDD-NOS as a "temporary" diagnosis for children under the
age of 5, when for whatever reason there is a reluctance to diagnose autism. There
are several justifications for this: very young children have limited social interaction
and communication skills to begin with, therefore it can be tricky to diagnose milder
cases of autism in toddlerhood. The unspoken assumption is that by the age of 5, unusual
behaviors will either resolve or develop into diagnosable autism. However, some parents
view the PDD label as no more than a euphemism for </em>
          <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Autism_spectrum">
            <em>autism
spectrum</em>
          </a>
          <em> disorders, problematic because this label makes it more difficult
to receive aid for </em>
          <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Early_Childhood_Intervention">
            <em>Early
Childhood Intervention</em>
          </a>
          <em>.</em>
        </p>
        <p>
For those of you unfamiliar with symptoms of PDD (I had to look it up, don't feel
bad), they are - and again, quoting from the Wiki entry - 
</p>
        <ul>
          <li>
Difficulty using and understanding language 
</li>
          <li>
Difficulty relating to people, objects, and events 
</li>
          <li>
Unusual play with toys and other objects 
</li>
          <li>
Difficulty with changes in routine or familiar surroundings 
</li>
          <li>
Repetitive body movements or behavior patterns 
</li>
        </ul>
        <p>
Now, Maura does have difficulty using and understanding language.  However, the
other four criteria doesn't really fit her.  She plays with toys pretty normally,
she is social, flexible, and the only repetitive body movement is thumb sucking, which
I don't think really counts.  
</p>
        <p>
She actually was evaluated for autism and came back with a "not autistic" diagnosis. 
None of her doctors, teachers, or therapists have ever mentioned autism to me. 
I've even had her tested for <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rett_syndrome">Rett
Syndrome</a>, which for the moment is considered on the autism spectrum. 
</p>
        <p>
Despite all that, I could actually go to some doctor and probably get some autism
spectrum diagnosis.  There's one near us who is notorious for giving them to
everyone.  
</p>
        <p>
So why don't I?  Wouldn't it open more doors?  Couldn't I receive more therapies? 
</p>
        <p>
Yes and no. 
</p>
        <p>
Right now, Maura does qualify for occupational, physical and speech therapies just
the way she is.  Many autism therapies are behavioral and social therapies. 
Maura doesn't have behavioral or social issues.  She is a happy social girl who
will look you in the eye, say "Hi!", and try to join in with what the other kids are
doing.  If you showed up at her dance class and tried to pick her out, you wouldn't
be able to, because she is sitting nicely with the others, following along well, not
causing a commotion.  
</p>
        <p>
And it might open more doors, an autism diagnosis, but it may also close a lot as
well.  I worry that if we slap an autism label on her, it may cause a future
doctor to not look as closely at her to find out what is really truly going on with
her, and write it all off as autism.  
</p>
        <p>
Which brings me to the final reason.  And that is basically, I don't want a diagnosis
that isn't true.  I don't want to lie my way into therapies or extra aide. 
We manage just fine.  What if by taking that spot on false pretenses, we take
it away from a family that really needs it?  
</p>
        <p>
Not to mention that we teach our kids that lying is wrong.  How can we teach
them this and then get a doctor to basically lie for us?  
</p>
        <p>
Now, if Maura is actually truly diagnosed with autism someday, I wouldn't have a problem
with it.  But right now, to get one under false pretenses just to have some sort
of label - well, I just can't do that.
</p>
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  <entry>
    <title>Hi. My name is Phoebe and&amp;hellip;</title>
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        <p>
I hoard towels.
</p>
        <p>
When I use towels, I take them and hang them up on the post of my bed's footboard. 
This way, if I need a clean towel, I just grab those.
</p>
        <p>
          <em>(Okay, I know some of you feel that once a towel has been used, it should be washed. 
My theory is, I'm using it on my freshly washed self, therefore, I can get a couple
uses out of them, especially for wrapping up my wet hair.)</em>
        </p>
        <p>
The problem is, I tend to hoard the towels.  So instead of grabbing said towels
off the bedpost, I get new ones.
</p>
        <p>
Case in point - there are five towels stacked up, one upon another, on my bedpost.
</p>
        <p>
Oops.
</p>
        <p>
This stems from when I was a teenager, living in a household of six people, two of
whom were little children.  When my brother was a kid, he couldn't take a bath
without giving a shower to the whole bathroom. And it seemed that within a day or
two, every clean towel was used up, and sometimes there was a big pile of wet towels
on the floor that were your only option.
</p>
        <p>
So I took to keeping two towels in my room.  Maybe it was preparation for college
life.  More likely the fact that I didn't want to have my only towel options
be either the hand towel or some damp, slightly stinky one off the floor.
</p>
        <p>
Now?  Well..maybe there is still some self-preservation involved.  The need
for a clean towel or two.  My children seemed to have inherited my brother's
tendency of showering the entire room while bathing.  Heck, I've been known to
throw a towel over myself while bathing Miss "Splashy Splash" Maura.  
</p>
        <p>
But five towels?  Hmm. Maybe my poor husband does have a right to complain that
I "steal" all the towels.  Apparently, I do.  
</p>
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  <entry>
    <title>As if this time of year isn&amp;rsquo;t busy enough&amp;hellip;</title>
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    <published>2008-11-29T17:12:18.0775-07:00</published>
    <updated>2008-11-29T17:12:18.0775-07:00</updated>
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        <p>
The four weeks before Christmas are always busy, especially what with a small herd
of children to get presents and outfits for, the extra time it takes to just get through
a regular shopping trip through Target, trying to get decorations up, figure out what
to get the rest of the large families we both hail from, etc, etc.
</p>
        <p>
This year, to add to the hectic fun, Maura has been signed up for a special four week
therapy, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Verbal_Behavior_(book)">Applied Verbal
Behavior</a>, which is at the <a href="http://www.kidspeech.com/">Kaufman Center</a>. 
We're lucky enough to live about an hour and fifteen minutes from this nationally
known speech therapy center, it would be a shame not to take whatever advantage of
it that we could.
</p>
        <p>
Of course, it means driving an hour and fifteen minutes each way every day. 
It also meant that winter weather blew in just in time for me to drive through it
all.  I've packed a small bag for in case we get stuck in that town, which hopefully
I never need to use.
</p>
        <p>
The good news is that gas prices have gone down a lot.  Enough to not make it
hurt to drive the Suburban there and back.  I got all giddy the other day, filling
up the tank at $1.54 a gallon - cost just under forty dollars to fill up.  Woohoo!
</p>
        <p>
It's too soon to tell if any of this is taking affect with Maura, though her preschool
teachers said on Wednesday that she was very chatty and verbal and whatever we were
doing, to keep it up.
</p>
        <p>
In the meantime, we also are getting to deal with a stomach bug, pink eye, and a poor
bruised up Maura who fell down the stairs yesterday.  She's sporting a nice lump
on her forehead and a bruised knee.  And then woke up with pink eye today, which
Miriam was nice enough to share with her.  Poor kid.  
</p>
        <p>
Which leads me to a Handy Tip - when Miriam showed us her pink eye earlier this week,
I picked up <a href="http://www.drugstore.com/products/prod.asp?pid=87983&amp;catid=20141">this
item</a>, with the hopes that it would help a little until I could call the doctor
the next morning.  I didn't need to.  This took care of the pink eye all
by itself!  Oh, neither girl has enjoyed getting the eye drops, but they work. 
Saved me a couple trips here and there.  Of course, I'm not a doctor, I've not
played one on tv, so feel free to consult an actual doctor for advice on pink eye
relief :) 
</p>
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  <entry>
    <title>I  must be psychic or something</title>
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        <p>
In the living room, I hear this soft thudding noise.
</p>
        <p>
I say "Sean, stop jumping onto the couch."
</p>
        <p>
I hear "Sorry." from Sean - who was jumping on the couch.  
</p>
        <p>
No sight necessary, just the awesome powers of motherly deduction.
</p>
        <p>
Now if I could only get Miriam to never screech at a brother again.  Luckily,
it's 30 minutes until <strike>Parental Happy Hour</strike> bedtime.
</p>
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  <entry>
    <title>Dance Class Fun</title>
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        <p>
Wednesday is Dance Class Day.  I thought this would work out great - Miriam has
dance at 5:30, Maura right after Mim's class.  One trip, two events covered,
less running around for me, and all just a couple blocks from home.  Even better,
two of my friends have their daughters in Maura's class, so I can chat with them.
Ooo.  Adult chatter.  How fun!
</p>
        <p>
I did not take into account Maura's absolute love of dancing into this equation.  
</p>
        <p>
So what happens?
</p>
        <p>
About 2 pm on Wednesdays, Maura catches sight of her dance outfit and insists on wearing
it.  
</p>
        <p>
Then Miriam gets home at 4 pm, snacks for an hour, then we battle over her hair for
fifteen minutes.  She wants it down.  She wants it up.  I'm brushing
too hard.  She doesn't like the pony tail holder.  She wants a bun.  
</p>
        <p>
With barely any time left, we manage to get girls into the car and drive the three
blocks over and park.  Miriam promptly leaps from the car (dance bag optional)
and goes running into the building.  Maura promptly starts shrieking because
Miriam has left without her.
</p>
        <p>
From 5:30 to 6:10, I wrestle an angry Maura who doesn't understand why she can't be
in the room with her beloved Mim-Mim.  She'll go to the door and shout "Mim-mim! 
Mim-mim!", then screech as I drag her away.  At some point, we either go outside
(which is less of an option now that it's thirty-something degrees out and not going
to get warmer), or go for a walk around the building.
</p>
        <p>
At about 6:10, my friends and their daughters start to arrive, which distracts Maura
from torturing me for torturing her. 
</p>
        <p>
Then Maura goes happily into dance class and does wonderfully for her time period. 
Meanwhile, Miriam spends her waiting time whining to me about how bored she is, are
they done yet?, can I go home?  Why can't I walk home?  Blah blah blah. 
The Gameboy does distract her for a bit, as does food and snacks.  Despite her
hour long snack fest after getting home from school.  
</p>
        <p>
At 7 pm, the fun is all over and I get to take a once again mad I'm keeping her from
her beloved dance Maura to the car, where she proceeds to kick and screech about having
to leave. 
</p>
        <p>
But for those 45 minutes in dance, my girls are extremely happy and it really does
make it all worth the while.  
</p>
        <p>
The kicker?  I was informed by the other moms that the two weeks my mother-in-law
brought the girls to dance class while we were in Ireland, Maura didn't screech or
scream or flail at all.  She was just lovely.  Little stinker.  
</p>
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  <entry>
    <title>Pondering life while painting</title>
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    <published>2008-11-12T11:52:50.96875-07:00</published>
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        <p>
I'm finally getting around to painting the dining room.  It's a lovely muted
shade of yellow that makes the room glow in a nice way (unlike the yellow kitchen
counters which glow in a bad road paint yellow way.)
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        <p>
Painting by myself gives my mind a lot of time to wander.  Which is a dangerous
thing at times.  Amusing at others.  
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        <p>
What sort of things pass through my head?  Things like.
</p>
        <p>
Wow, I'm really good at cutting in.  I don't even need tape, I'm that good.  
</p>
        <p>
My mother would however have a heart attacking knowing how many painting rules I break. 
Like the lack of taping.  Or drop cloths.  Or how I decided to not fill
in the one crack with putty, just painted it all, cracks and all.
</p>
        <p>
I never thought I'd like the more bold colors in my home.  But I do.  White
walls do not cut it for me at all.  I need color.
</p>
        <p>
Maura is watching Dora the Explorer in the next room.  I have a theory that Dora's
mom is trying to get rid of her.  Why else would a mother let her child wander
through a jungle with only a monkey as a chaperone?
</p>
        <p>
And Dora is obviously a special needs child.  Large head?  That's from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hydrocephalus">hydrocephalus</a>. 
Hearing problems explain her loud voice.  And she is definitely ADHD or else
Map wouldn't have to tell her the directions three times and yet she still asks us
what Map said.  She also must have vision problems.  Why else can't she
see the boat that's right in front of her? There's more - this was a whole discussion
on a special needs board I visit - but I can't recall right now.  
</p>
        <p>
I do wonder who the lyrical genius behind all the songs in Dora was, and exactly how
much he was paid for the the compelling lyrics of the Map song.  Don't know the
Map song?  It goes "I'm the map I'm the map I'm the map I'm the map, I'm the
map I'm the map I'm the map I'm the map, I'm the map!"  Oh yes, genius indeed.  
</p>
        <p>
I can now hear Maura wiping her hands on the tv.  We really need to move it up
onto the wall, out of her reach.  I am impressed with the durability of our flat
screen television though.  We should do that before Thanksgiving, when the warranty
probably runs out.  You know how things always break the day after the warranty
runs out.
</p>
        <p>
Back to Dora - I heard some father at the Y asking his son what close was in Spanish
and little boy answered.  Which made me think that there will be this whole generation
of children who speak Dora Spanish.  Somehow, I don't think singing Happy Birthday
to the Big Red Chicken in Spanish is going to get my children into college. 
Heck, I'm still trying to get some of my kids to speak fluent English.  
</p>
        <p>
And then I realized that I'm going to need to do two coats to get this paint color
just right on the walls.  I'm hoping to just need this one gallon I have. 
I bought the paint last year.  Yes, it's taken me a year to get to this point.
</p>
        <p>
Okay, so not ALL of these thoughts happened while I painted.  I'm hoping to paint
more during Maura's nap, which may lead to more interesting mind wanderings.  
</p>
        <p>
Did I mention I'm darn good at cutting in around the edges?  And that baby wipes
are great for wiping up minor mistakes?  They are.  Can you imagine burly
contractors with a box of Pampers wipes?  
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  <entry>
    <title>Miriam is home from school today</title>
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    <published>2008-11-10T07:15:50.124625-07:00</published>
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        <p>
Put Mim on the bus at 7:30. She's perfectly fine except for a minor clothing battle
(she was not going to school in striped tights and a floral print summer dress. Not
on my watch!) 
</p>
        <p>
Her bus drops her off about 8-ish. 
</p>
        <p>
8:15, the school calls, says Mim's in the office and she's sick. I do the nice mom
"Oh dear", then ask (because I'm suspicious) "With what?" 
</p>
        <p>
She's complaining her stomach hurts. Great. One of her usual excuses (the other being
her head hurts. You know, things that are hard to prove? Yeah, she's a smart one,
our girl.) The secretary also says she looks a little peaked. Well, okay, since Collin
did throw up Saturday night, maybe there's some truth to the stomach hurting. 
</p>
        <p>
Josh goes and gets her. He walks into the office and she pops right up and says "Hi
Dad!" with a big smile. Comes into the house all smiles. Only gets sad when she hears
that since she's "sick", she has to spend the day in bed reading. Miriam does love
to read, so this isn't cruel and unusual torture. But I do believe she thought she
was going to spend her day playing on the computer and watching cartoons while sucking
down Sprite 
</p>
        <p>
Meanwhile, I'm praying she doesn't prove us wrong and throw up all over the place.
</p>
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  <entry>
    <title>Just your average Sunday&amp;hellip;.</title>
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    <published>2008-11-09T10:43:42.062125-07:00</published>
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        <p>
Okay, not quite.
</p>
        <p>
I'm home with <strike>Vomit Boy</strike> Collin, who threw up last night.  Josh
took other children to church.  Me, I'm having my own Sunday Service here, praying
desperately to God that the plague that has entered our house will be confined to
just Collin of the Weak Stomach.
</p>
        <p>
Today, I am going to attempt to paint my dining room walls. I've been really trying
to for the past two weeks.  I bought the paint a few months ago.  I've been
planning this paint job since we moved in.
</p>
        <p>
But two weeks ago I decided they needed to get done.  So I got out the paint,
the supplies, started cleaning the crayon off the walls, when Mr. UPS Guy showed up
with my new laptop.  The next day, I woke up with a massive head cold. 
A few days ago, I decided to try again, now that I was feeling a bit better.  
</p>
        <p>
Except some budding Picasso had colored on the walls.  Repeatedly.  And
some lazy mother never bothered to clean off the crayon because she was just going
to paint over it all anyway.  That was when the lazy mother was planning on painting
the walls a darker color, instead of the barely there creamy yellow that she ultimately
chose.
</p>
        <p>
So this lazy mother has been cleaning crayon off the walls.  She was nearly there
when her second Magic Eraser crumbled into tiny pieces.  Two more have been decimated
today, on one wall alone.  Good thing I bought the four pack this time.  
</p>
        <p>
Here's to prettier walls, new laptops and non-vomiting children!
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  <entry>
    <title>How sad is this?</title>
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    <published>2008-10-26T23:15:13.125125-06:00</published>
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        <p>
I'm watching some "mystery illness" show on Discovery Health.  At commercial
breaks, they have a little "this person has these symptoms, what disease do they have?"
</p>
        <p>
I'm getting most of them right.
</p>
        <p>
Yep - between scouring the Internet trying to figure out what Maura has, and watching
too many Discovery Health Channel shows on the hopes that some show might have an
episode about a child just like Maura, I have learned about way too many rare disorders. 
</p>
        <p>
The four years of French I took?  Don't ask.  
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  </entry>
  <entry>
    <title>Such truth...</title>
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    <published>2008-10-24T15:26:13.195684-06:00</published>
    <updated>2008-10-24T15:26:13.195684-06:00</updated>
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        <p>
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