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I am a SAHM to 2 beautiful, fascinating, challenging little boys. Reed is 8 and Owen is 4. In his little lifetime, Reed has been diagnosed with the following (in chronological order):

  1. Profound Unilateral Sensorineural Hearing Loss (aka Single Sided Deafness)
  2. Verbal Apraxia (with accompanying Speech Delay)
  3. ADHD (later revised to PDD-NOS)
  4. PDD-NOS (later revised to Asperger’s Syndrome)
  5. Asperger’s Syndrome
  6. Dysgraphia
  7. Hyperlexia

He is a brilliant little boy who amazes me every day. He is doing great in his 3rd year in a gifted class (in 3rd grade).  He’s obsessed with Blue’s Clues and Edgar and Ellen books. He recently learned to ride a two-wheeler and now thinks he should be allowed to take driver’s training (Ha! right.) He drives me absolutely mad some days, and then looks at me with those big brown eyes and I melt all over again, just like I did the first time I saw him. What can I say? I’m a softie.

Owen has had his own set of challenges. So far, his list of diagnosis is still growing, but here it is, as complete as I can make it:

  1. Failure to thrive
  2. Speech Delay
  3. Fine motor delay
  4. Gross motor delay
  5. Chiari Malformation type 1 (Decompression in February 2007)
  6. Sleep apnea

He is a sneaky little imp who laughs all the time, and talks even more. He has this look in his eyes that makes you suspect that you’ve never really enjoyed anything in life as much as he’s enjoying everything. He is potty training (when he’s in the mood), and I’m starting to think we’ll be giving him M&M’s for the rest of his life. He has this pathetic way of begging, “Mommy you hang out with me, just a minute?” when it’s way past bedtime, just because he knows I will. See? Told you I was soft.

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2 Comments

  1. Malgorzata said,

    October 20, 2007 at 4:33 pm

    Excellent site, added to favorites!!

  2. Melissik said,

    May 6, 2008 at 10:51 am

    One afternoon, I was in the backyard hanging the laundry when an old, tired-looking dog wandered into the yard. I could tell from his collar and well-fed belly that he had a home. But when I walked into the house, he followed me, sauntered down the hall and fell asleep in a corner. An hour later, he went to the door, and I let him out. The next day he was back. He resumed his position in the hallway and slept for an hour.
    This continued for several weeks. Curious, I pinned a note to his collar: “Every afternoon your dog comes to my house for a nap. ”
    The next day he arrived with a different note pinned to his collar: “He lives in a home with ten children – he’s trying to catch up on his sleep.”

    I cried from laughter
    Sorry, if not left a message on Rules.


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