If I’m being honest, though, I will admit that I do have a favorite child.
A month or so back, I offered to be the concessions coordinator for the basketball program at the boys’ school.
Ideally, it would be Henry who went to see the therapist, or — even better — we would all go together, as a family.
I started running in 2010; the next year, I started tracking my miles pretty seriously. And it was a lot of miles.
2014 is going to be the Year of Less: less clutter, less commitment, less stress. I already feel better, just saying that out loud. Ahhh.
Aspergers is a syndrome; it is a collection of behaviors which, taken together, comprise a specific profile.
Happy new year! I love the idea of January 1 as a kind of arbitrary fresh start (although I will be writing 2013 on my checks for months, I’m sure).
This past year, Wade and I found ourselves, over and over, trying to articulate why we encourage the boys to do certain things.