My Kids Crack Me Up!

The other night we were having friends over.  My son, Ben, was in the kitchen with me helping me get ready.  As he's opening my wine bottle he looks up and asks me, "Mom, should I be a wine guy or a beer guy?"  I told him to drink wine with the ladies and save the beer for the guys.  He agreed.  Now, mind you, he's 8 years away from his first drink, but he's planning his future now.

Adventures of Daniel

I frequently refer to Daniel as a, "Domestic Terrorist."  If you have ever followed him around the house picking up after him, you would understand what I mean. 

Daniel is my fourth child.  My fourth boy, that is.  He came quite unexpectedly.  Someone, and I'm not mentioning any names, was supposed to see a certain doctor after number three and chickened out.  You know I marched him right back to the doctor four months later and ordered a certain procedure to be performed, as I watched.

Daniel is autistic.  I don't want to go into detail, but I will say this.  Every accomplishment, every gain, every nugget I hold on to tightly.  They seem to make the bad days better.  This week is  one of his amazing weeks.  He picked up the phone yesterday and had me call his grandpa.  He carried on a conversation with him!  He walked into the living room this morning with his boxers hitched up and declared, "I look fabulous!"  This week he is a bundle of joy.  Making us laugh at every turn.  He's engaged in everything.  He is excited about Thanksgiving for the first time.