Death by Pussy Willow

I've come to accept that I will probably die in some kind of embarrassing or highly unlikely situation. Pot smoking college students will watch its re-enactment on 1000 Ways to Die. All will conclude that only an idiot could have accomplished such a feat.

This realization was brought to my attention when I had an unfortunate incident with my underwire bra. It almost killed me. I'll leave the specifics to your own imagination.

Well, yesterday, I was on the back porch with Ayla. She was shaking a decorative ceramic holder which happened to have pussy willows in it. I knew her next step would be to pull them out and make a gigantic mess. I intervened, removing the pussy willows quickly. Amazingly--and I don't know how--a pussy willow smacked me across the face so hard it brought me to tears.

And if a pussy willow is capable of doing that, I'm sure it could leash a whole lot of whoop ass on an unlikely victim.

Welcome To Our World

Here's your shit sandwich. How would you like it cooked?

It's hard to put into words the shit storm that autism moms have to endure. If finding a way to afford the "cool" clothes for your kid is a normal thing that you have to worry about, you're not at the same rodeo as me. Somehow, worrying about what your son will lick next at school is a foreign concern that should be brushed aside (according to some parents of normal children), because "those people" are used to it.

Well, I can't say that autism will ever become customary. I will never hear of a child smearing poop on the walls and think to myself, 'Well, old hat for his mom. Nothing to worry about, carry on.' Each autism episode leaves me more drained than the last.

I read an article today that gives a good account to what we live through. Autism folks, you've likely lived a day like this. "Regular" parents, check it out. Then, thank God for your normal world.

A Day in the Life of An Autism Mom

My Lunch Experience

I planned on giving Ayla garbanzo beans for lunch. They're one of my favorites. But, after I nearly choked to death on a stray bean, I realized they might not be suitable for a toddler. Nonetheless, I regained my composure (some 30 minutes later) and decided to share my favorite chickpea recipe.

GFCF Baked Chickpeas

1 can chickpeas, drained
salt, pepper
extra virgin olive oil

Throw them together in a shallow pan and mix them up. Bake them at a low temperature (I'm not sure, around 375, I guess) for around 30 minutes. But be careful. If they get too hot, they'll explode. And that can be worse than choking on a chickpea.