Mermories...

Yesterday my Mother received a package of pictures and other documents from one of my uncles in the mail. Stuff from my grandmother. For the first time in my life I got to see what my mother and grandmother's real "German" names were, it was really, really cool. I always think about tracking my ancestry but I could never really get very far because I didn't have very much info but now maybe I can. In the box there was a short autobiography that my grandmother wrote when she was 69. I can't even begin to express how truly hard her life must have been and as with anyone's story, I think it really explains why she is the person she is today. My Grandmother was born In Germany to a young, single Mother who didn't want a child. "Mom" was not a word she wanted to be called and so it wasn't allowed. She lived in Germany during the depression and war. Her city was bombed, she was hurt and she lost everything she owned including the only family (besides her mother) that she had ever known. After that she went to live with strangers who took her in on a farm while her mother went back to work in the city. She never actually lived with her mother who was a high fashion hat designer and only saw her on special occasions. My Grandmother moved to America as a teenager after marrying an American soldier and giving birth to my mother in Germany. She remarried when my mother was only 3 and that man adopted my mother.He was in the military so they lived in several different states and England for a time. My grandmother had two sons with him. He left her when his youngest son was only 7 making her a single mother. She worked during the day and went to school in the evening and eventually became a teacher for UCP (United Cerebral Palsy).

I was once very close with my grandma. As a child I would sleep over her house on the weekends. She would take me shopping and out to eat and I remember really loving to be with her. When I got to be a teenager she would constantly lecture me about school and how important it was (which I hated) and was always really negative (which I hated even more) so needless to say our visits became few and far between. When at 21she got the news that I was pregnant with my first child and I wasn't married etc., well lets just say that was "the straw that broke the camels back". I hadn't spoken to her in 9 years until recently. She was diagnosed with Alzheimer's and was put into a home, so my mother I are going to visit her on Sunday. After looking at all the photos and old documents I'm kinda if excited to see what other stories she can tell.

(My Grandmother Laura (American name) and my Mother 1950)

(My mother playing)

(My Grandmother, uncle and mother)

(My mom, Great Grandmother Barbara and me the only time she ever visited the US)

(My Mom)

(My Grandmother and I in 1985)

  I hope everyone enjoys their weekend! Mine will be jam packed but it's always good to not be at work :)

One of those days

As we speak Blake is jumping on his bed. Hard. I could tell him to stop but then he'll just do it again. Boys... about five minutes ago he decided to dump out every single tub of toys he could get his tiny little hands on allll over his bedroom floor. I'm pretty sure he hates organization. Sometimes he gets really mad if I try to pick it up and he'll grab it from me to throw back on the floor. How could anyone hate organization??

ok, maybe it isn't that bad but it sounded pretty bad!

Today was a not so great day. I wasn't feeling good (again), I over slept 20 minutes and I got into a verbal spat with my horrible "uncle" who recently put my Grandmother into an Alzheimer's home, sold her car and disposed of everything else he didn't want except a few pieces of furniture that he so kindly let me have (sarcasm). I don't understand how people can be so cold hearted. I'm not going to get into specifics here but the way they (my uncles) have handled this situation is so very disappointing and it makes me so sad for my Mother. Families should stick together but it seems whenever money or egos is involved people do really stupid things.

So, to redeem this horrible day I will be going to ROE to celebrate my dear friend Corie's Birthday! I've known Corie for about 13 years now (whoa!!), we've been through some great times and some very dark and horrible times together. I love her and I'm so glad that she has recently found extreme happiness and is on cloud 9!

Happy Birthday Babe!

Me and Corie!

Figuring it all out

Blake had his class today at the Lori Ann Infant Program, he goes every Tuesday and really likes it there. I never get to attend because of my work schedule but it just so happens that it is Emett's day off so he always takes him. I'm a little jealous about that but I'll get over it. Today they sent him home with some info stating that we have about two weeks to go visit a couple of schools so that we can decide where he will attend once he's 3. We basically need to decide whether to put him in a "autistic type" program or a regular Head start school. It was a little hard for me to accept but I think the best option is for him to go to a special school first and then hopefully when he's 4 he will be ready for regular Head Start preschool! That is the goal at least. It's really frustrating to not be at all these appointments though. I feel so out of the loop when it comes to his schooling and all the decisions that need to be made. I wish I had some sort of guidance or someone to tell me what I'm supposed to do. Sometimes, even at 32 I feel so not grown up and so not ready to make all of these super important decisions. I mean, what do other parents do who have special needs children? Do they quit their jobs? If so, how on earth can they do that?

I have so many questions...

Poooo

I don't think that I've mentioned this yet but I work full time, not a full time stay at home mom (I wish) (sometimes) kind of work, the kind of work where I have to get up and leave my children every morning before I even get to see their cute little faces and go to a boring office where I sit at a desk for 8 hours, kind of job. It sucks, to put it lightly. BUT it helps pay the bills and it's necessary, so everyday I wake up, put my big girl panties on and DO IT! I'm hoping that some day soon that changes so I can spend more time with my children, especially Blakey. The kind of therapy that he needs will take place in our home and will most likely be at least 5 hours a day except for when he's in school, which will be up to 5 hours a day as well. It sounds really overwhelming. I don't love the thought of strangers being in my home for hours a day and actually working sometimes sounds more appealing but I will do anything to help my boy.

Today I haven't felt so hot though. I feel feverish and weak for no apparent reason (it's an on going issue) and I'm really dreading waking up at 6 am and going to work. I did however make some yummy chocolate cupcakes for my friend Brittany who I work with since tomorrow is her birthday so I'm happy to take those to her. Brittany looks like Kim Kardashian and is awesome so she deserves cup cakes. And since I know you want to see a picture (obviously) here they are:

yummm

<3

Today I :

Played with my children in the back yard.

Did a little spring cleaning / put away all my Easter decor.

Finished our taxes.
 

I think I'm going to go watch some Oprah now! I deserve it.


Here's a picture of my nice clean table:

I can't wait until I can finally replace the glass in my China cabinet that I just inherited from my Grandmother, It's so pretty and green which is right up my alley. Then I can  finally put the stuff that's on my table in there (if it fits).
I was sad to put away all of my Easter stuff but happy that it's still "spring" which means pretty pastels and birds will be the theme for at least another month!

<3

Today I woke up with a BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, pounding in my head. I quickly realized that it was Blake playing on his drums at 7:45 am and even though my head was coincidentally pounding I couldn't help but smile at how cute he was singing and pounding on those drums. Oh my lil Blakey... he's my boy, my one and only. When I found out three and half years ago that would be having a boy, I never imagined how truly different and difficult it would be. His energy surpasses what his father, his sisters and I have combined! We hang on every new word he says and it's always a special moment in our family when he learns a new phrase, when coming from his little voice is always the cutest thing you've ever heard.

When Blake was about 1 1/2 I started to suspect that maybe something was wrong. He wasn't talking very much, never had addressed me by "momma" or Emett by "dadda" except for maybe once or twice. He had so much energy and I was sure that wasn't normal. He never really played with his toys unless it was to line up his cars all in a row and then watch the wheels go back and forth. So I decided finally after he turned 2 to bring this up to his Dr. They referred us to a local agency that evaluates children for Autism. They did their evaluation and although his father and I were pretty optimistic that they would say "he's fine", they instead said "he probably has autism". Although we weren't shocked, it was hard to hear.We were told that he is right on track in many areas but his language and social interaction is what was lacking. They told us that he wouldn't be actually diagnosed with anything until just before his third birthday but he could start getting services to help him right away! I was very thankful for that opportunity. He started going to "school" 2 days a week and has improved immensely with his language and although some behaviors have gotten worse like hitting, throwing etc. I'm so glad that we started early. About a week ago Blake was officially diagnosed with "Autism" and "Intellectual Delay". I feel like this is going to be a long road but I will do whatever it takes for him to have the closest to "normal" life he can have. The Dr. said "you can wipe away this diagnoses if you get him the right help" and that's what we intend to do.

More on that subject later. Here are some of my favorite pictures of Blake aka Blakey aka King Blake

(Blake wishing he could have just one more arm)

(Blake and Brobee about as close as he would get)

(At one of his classes)

(Christmas)

(Drums)

(Big Boy Bed!)

(Blake Loves his trains)

It's been awhile.

It's 8:17 P.M. and  can think of a million other things I should be doing but today (well tonight) I decided to start blogging more and since I just spent a good 30 minutes editing this thing I suppose I should probably write an entry ( which is proving to be difficult with a non-cooperative 2 1/2 year old on my lap!). Aaaanyway... so in light of some recent developments (with that very same 2 1/2 year old) I have decided it a good idea to take to this blog and let some stuff out! I have been so very inspired the last few days while reading my two favorite sister blogger's (Nie Nie and C Jane) blogs and book that I decided this is what I need to do, right now for ME.

I think I'll get started on the hard stuff tomorrow. For now here's some really cute pictures from our Easter get together. It was good times. <3

Bella was the first one up and dressed by 7 am!

Easter Cuteness

Church of Storyland

My nephew Jude

Me and Jude

Oh! I almost forgot tomorrow is Friday TGIF!!