Extensive Brain Tests With Nothing To Show

Jun 7th, 2016 Kid Stuff

A while ago, I had what could charitably be called an online debate with a person who insisted that humans had discovered nearly everything there was to know in one particular medical field. Sure, we’d keep a few researchers around just in case, but all the good stuff was discovered and settled. This, despite me pointing to many, many scientists and doctors saying that we’ve barely…

The Consequences of Therapy Putty

May 31st, 2016 Kid Stuff

Life is filled with difficult decisions. White or Wheat? Black or Pinto? Yell at the person who puts the toilet paper roll on the wrong way? Most of the million decisions we make are minor and have no lasting consequence other than maybe a long afternoon popping Pepto. Other decisions leave a mark for years to come. Letting Finley use Therapy Putty falls decidedly in the…

The Screaming Backseat

May 24th, 2016 Kid Stuff

Ed. note: I discovered this unpublished post last night. I wrote it several months ago and never posted it because the tone was a bit too dispirited (as we felt about the back seat happenings at the time ) and I couldn’t  figure out how to lighten it up. I’m happy to say that things, while not perfect, have definitely improved since then. What happened to…

Saying Goodbye to a Friend – The Adventures of Chloe the Dog

May 3rd, 2016 Kid Stuff

As we were walking out the doors of the Dumb Friends League, a volunteer called out after us. “She is the sweetest dog here,” she pressed, “and old dogs need homes too.” Chloe really was a sweet dog, I couldn’t deny that. Her chances of finding a home were dwindling. She was already eleven, surrendered with a sister dog who had long since been adopted, and already…

Through the Donut Hole – Finley Gets an MRI

Apr 26th, 2016 Kid Stuff

Finley was nervous. He’d been talking about it for days with an electric undercurrent, simultaneously bragging and seeking reassurance. “It looks like this,” he’d say, holding his hands together to make a circle, “like a donut.” Then, finally, Friday came. From the moment he woke up until the actual event late in the evening, Finley couldn’t stop talking about it. “Is my MRI now? Are we going…

Hangin’ With Doc Holliday

Apr 22nd, 2016 Kid Stuff

We made an impromptu trip to the mountains a couple weekends ago. It was still in the grueling weeks of Busy Season, but after leaving the office Saturday, I decided we needed to run around in giant hamster balls and relax in the hot springs. The hamster balls we accomplished in Frisco thanks to a present Amy gave me for my birthday. It helped me appreciate…

This One Weird Trick To Keep My Son Quiet At Church

Apr 13th, 2016 Church, Kid Stuff

I had to use the clickbait title. The post was begging for it. Anyway, I’ve been pretty open about the difficulties we’ve been having with Finley over the past month or so, which haven’t so much subsided as become an expected part of life. While at times I’m on the verge of jumping off the Serenity Now ledge into the pit of insanity, especially considering…

Charming at the EEG

Apr 1st, 2016 Kid Stuff

Since converting this blog into more of a family blog, one thing I’ve worried about is the perspective the ten or so people who read it will have of my kids. I’m especially concerned that I’m conveying an overly negative view of Finley. Maybe that’s just on my mind thanks to my last post. Or maybe it’s because I’ve been more annoyed with him than normal over the…

Keppra + Autism = Your Worst Nightmare

Mar 30th, 2016 Kid Stuff

Coming home that night was a struggle. Part of me wanted to pull into the Good Times around the corner from my office and eat all the custard. Blowing up like Violet Beauregarde seemed like a valid excuse not to go home. That wasn’t the responsible thing to do, though, and, it turns out, I’m supposed to be a responsible adult. Twenty minutes later, the garage…

Like Ancient Philosopher Plato Asked, How Much Screen Time Is Appropriate?

Mar 23rd, 2016 Kid Stuff

A while back I was rear ended by a guy from Vera Cruz. We talked during our seemingly interminable wait for the police to show up and take a report. He was a nice guy, and I had a chance to practice my Spanish, which still isn’t horrendous vocabulary wise despite my accent clearly belongs to an English speaking guero con piel el color de papel. His…