Thursday, October 23, 2014

Part of a boo-tiful breakfast



This morning, L and I made muffins and he excitedly pulled out the fancy straws that Nana included in M's birthday package.  Paired with last Halloween's "Boo!" plates and cups (also c/o Nana), it made for the the perfect October treat.

Thank you, mom, for always sending such nicely-thought out gifts, including little treats for the non-birthday boy. :)  










Say no to (artificially colored and flavored) drugs.

This is my boy.



This is my boy on artifically colored and flavored drugs.



Any questions?




Monday, October 20, 2014

Alaska, here we come!

Whim has wanted to travel to Alaska for as long as we've been together.  He has always been intrigued by the idea of visiting my beautiful childhood home. He and the boys have never been, and since we moved to Washington when I was just five years old, I hardly remember it myself. 

Alaska's frozen tundra couldn't be any farther from Thailand's tropics, and that is probably at least a small part of its appeal to Whim, as are the majestic views.  Talk about a photographer's dream!  But I know that the biggest part of the attraction is my family there. 

Over the years, Whim and the boys have been to Washington, Oregon, California, Idaho, and Montana, traveling and visiting my family.  Every time we spend time with my family, Whim enjoys connecting with them and learning about American culture and our family dynamics.  So while we've had some lovely visits with the Alaskan branch of my family tree during reunions over the years, we haven't visited the Great State... yet.

We weren't planning any trips this year, but then last week, the boys asked us when they were ever going to see snow.  Such an honest, fair question for kids in a tropical climate.  So Whim and I started cooking up a plan.  We thought of a quick trip to a nearby, snowy country- maybe Japan- for Christmas, but quickly realized that if we were going to travel, why not make it a trip we've been wanting to make for years?

So we are!  We're heading to Alaska to celebrate Christmas with my wonderful Aunt Cynth and family.  I can't believe it all came together in just a few days.


We spent the first two days of our October break in various government offices, updating passports and prepping for travel.  Now we're sitting back with tickets in hand, counting down the days. 

I've never been one to like spontaneous plans, so I don't know what has come over me.  Normally, I take almost a year to plan a trip, and the anticipation is half the fun. I guess we'll just have to fit all that excitement into the next two months.

Alaska, here we come!

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Silly

Yesterday was Silly day in k5.  We wore silly socks and silly hairstyles, read silly books, and had a silly snack.


M in his silly hair and non-matching socks.  And thanks Nana for the new shirt!

I'm proud of our silly snacks!


We made silly monsters out of apple slices, with pumpkin and sunflower seeds for teeth.

They were a healthier spin on the apple/marshmallow teeth I saw online.  The kids loved them!  With a little thought we can make healthy, allergy-friendly snacks that kids get excited about.

These would be fun for a Halloween snack, too!

Friday, October 17, 2014

Lessons from a puffet show

Today at school, during chapel, two teachers put on a puppet show to illustrate a lesson on being thankful in every circumstance.

In the puppet show, a possum learned to be thankful for his fainting spells.  I'm sorry, but a "possum" learning to be thankful for his "fainting spells"?  Could this be more perfect for L's situation?  I could just see him making the connections, feeling represented and accepted, and walking away with a personal reminder to find the positive perspective in a negative situation.

When we got home this afternoon, I eagerly asked him what he thought of chapel.  Whim had led the music and shared, and even called M up on stage to help at one point, so L had a lot of things to say about it, but he didn't mention the puppet show.



Not to be deterred, I brought it up myself.  "What did you think of the puppet show?" I asked him?
"Oh, the puffet show!  I loved it!"
I knew it!  My sweet boy.  It probably meant so much to him.
"The possum was just like you, wasn't he?" I prompted.
"Who?"  
Record scratch.  
He has no idea what I'm talking about.
"The possum.  The one who fainted..." I remind him.  
Nothing.
"He fainted whenever he got scared?"
No recollection.
"The puffets were just so funny, mom!  That's why I liked it!  I laughed, with my friends!"

Lesson learned.  For him, right now, he isn't looking to see "someone like him" up on stage, in his books, or the media.  He's surrounded by kids just like him.  His seizures aren't a big deal for him, I need to follow his lead.


Sorry, bud.  One day I'll be as level-headed as you about the whole business.