Sick, Sick and a peanut butter sandwich.

So we have been hit with the flu bug around here. It was just a matter of time. Since everyone else in the family has it and we were all together over the past weekend for the little dude's 3rd birthday. Which didn't end up going over as well as it should have but as usual there is always someone that is ready to ruin the day for my family and this year was no exception. It seems that even when you get older the middle child syndrome never goes away. You guessed it, my middle sister was the one with the bug up her butt.

I have just come to realize that I have so much of my own stuff to deal with on a day to day basis that I'm not going to get myself caught up in this nonsense any more. My focus is on my family and the extended part of them can come and go as they please. My son is the one who needs all of my attention not foolish, petty people.

So on Sunday morning the little dude started to get sick and I mean sick, he vomited all over the place and myself as well. Once we got that under control and him being able to keep fluids down he wanted a peanut butter sandwich at 1 am, so I gave him one. He looked up at me with these sad, tired brown eyes of his and said OH OH! and not even 3 mins later up came the sandwich. After a terrible nights sleep with him, the next day he wouldn't stop eating so that part had passed now his dad and I have it and he's got a small cough I think from getting sick.

So it's another day with the sicko's around here and the mess that never seems to end... but I will come back to that when I'm feeling a bit better.

Hard days... Cool nights

Well the nights are now nice and cool and great for sleeping. Which seem like I can never get enough of. I just seem to wind down enough to go to sleep and the little man is back up and at it again.

Today was a very hard day for us. It seem like he wanted to be into every thing and didn't want to clean anything up. You see he lives to throw everything on the floor. Now it's getting even worse since he figured out how to open doors. Everything that was on top of his dresser is now on the floor because he takes toys and climbs on them until he can reach. I'm at my wits end tonight I know that most kids go through this and that if you correct them they do catch on... no my son. I don't know how many times I've told him what he's done is wrong, taken things away and put him in timeout... Nothing works.

I just know that I'm going to have another day of the same tomorrow and I don't know what to do. This is not a good night for me, there are days when I wish that things were different. I know that they never will be and that this is the hand that we were dealt. I do love my son with all my heart and soul. He's my pride and joy it's just that I have days when I have no idea what the hell I'm doing.

The Moon, The Stars and My Heart.

This is my first day with my new blog... I guess I should go over why I'm starting to write it. I have a son who will soon be turning 3, when he was born he was perfect to his father and I but we soon started to realize that things aren't always as they seem.

You see when our son was a few weeks old we noticed that he wasn't focused on us. He would just sort of stare off into space, being new parents we didn't think anything of it.
We went to our doctors with our concerns and were told to take him for hearing tests you see our son could speak and loves to watch TV but when it comes time to interact with other people or answer to his name forget about it. So one of his Dr's told me to take him by the face when I wanted him to listen to me. Some how grabbing him by the face didn't seem like something you have to do with a "normal" child.

Well we decided that at 2.5 years of age we had enough of taking him from here to there and wanted to see a pediatrician for our son. I had to fight with his GP to get him a re feral but I got it and with in 1 hour the Doctor told me what I had known for a very long time.

My son is Autistic.

This is not the family that I signed up for, but it is the family that I was given. I also know that I was given this family for a reason, that reason has yet to be determined but the love for my son and his father has hung the moon for me and they have both captured my heart.