Tuesday, March 29, 2016

everything is coming up green! literally!

i was doing so well and now i'm so behind!  the last few weeks got away from me. 

we celebrated reagan's 11th birthday. what in the world do you buy a kid like reagan? i go through this rubik's cube of thought each birthday or holiday. i feel like i've exhausted my creativity. i think rolls of one dollar bills are going to be the next thing i try with him. 

he still seems somewhat interested in great britain, so a union jack emblazoned mug went over pretty well. i also got him a family size box of double stuff oreos and a 5lb bag of m&ms among other things. 

my mom was clever and got him several swimming related items. swimming is always hit with him. 

i also brought cupcakes up for his class at school. as i approached the school, i saw that everyone was streaming out of the school onto the lawn. a FIRE ALARM! reagan's nemesis. he has a love hate with fire drills. he has dedicated entire puppet shows to fire safety and fire drills. but an actual alarm sounding? quel horreur! i quickly saw where his class had congregated and my sweet little boy front and center trying to hold it together in a moment of anguish. poor thing. 

reagan, with his best friend, jeremy, and his wonderful, dedicated, loving teacher, miss posey. reagan and jeremy recently declared each other "best friend" status. they stand near each other in class and occasionally play near each other on the playground. autism is a beautiful thing. 

we all filed into the school in enough time to have lunch with scarlett. it was "mexican" day. pretty sure the cheese was real if nothing else was very identifiable.

reagan's birthday dinner requests were also a culinary delight. hot dogs wrapped in crescent rolls, boxed macaroni and cheese, and last but certainly not least, bacon. this isn't the only time in this post that you'll be hearing about this meal. 

athena blythe was practicing letter T on her arm. except that it made her look like she had never bathed because she had used a sharpie so for the next week, athena blythe had the letter T all up her arm. her first tattoo sleeve. 

we went to cub scouts that night and we took cupcakes there too. reagan ate and ate and ate. which is what i plan on doing on my birthday too. except i just want to eat nachos and pirates booty. 

reagan wanted one final birthday photo and bedtime. what a weirdo. 

later that night. his cupcakes and birthday dinner revisited us. direct quote, "mom, my bottom won't stop throwing up." autism speaks! i was gifted on his birthday too. i do consider myself a illness cleaning genius at this junction in my life. rather than barf buckets because aim is at an all time low when sick, i double layer old towels on and around beds and in other strategic parts of the house.  i have many special home ec tricks like that. thomas was also exceedingly helpful in the poop and vomit department.

saint patrick's day finery and reagan the sick grump in the front seat. too bad reagan was sick because he has the most extensive collection of green clothing of anyone i know. "because green is my favorite color, mom." i know, reagan.

finally, we got secret cupcakes while scarlett was in drama class. compounding the good eating choices from the day before. 

athena blythe schoolwork, complete with bite marks on marshmallows. still hates coloring, doesn't mind a project.

new jammies that have been on repeat for more days than is hygienically recommended. 

hersh has discovered a few solids he likes. gnawing a peanut butter sammich with relish!

being adorable. hersch is not a napper but has lately gotten a little better at it. can i say how much i don't like onesies! down with snaps! diaper changes are hard enough! only nerds tuck their shirts!

the least helpful helpers of all time.

in trashy news updates, we had an old mattress in front of our house for a whole day. it's a humbling experience when the tutor has to come and that's front and center. the neighbor kids were sad to see it go. it had been hanging out in the garage for so long that it was an impromptu meeting and hangout place.

i am so tired tonight that if i don't wake up, i want everyone to wear giant hats and bright colors at my funeral. have the pallbearers carry my coffin out of the chapel to the strains of the beatles, golden slumbers/carry that weight/the end. then frosties for everyone. start the hashtag, #sleepforheidi and then take afternoon naps on the lawn. i'd also like a memorial 5k. please call it "the back in black, slipped loose from the noose 5k". everyone will want that t-shirt.
the end. 


HJolley said...

the FUNNIEST post you have ever written. highlights for me include: grumpy reagan in the front seat, hersch asleep with a pound of ground beef at his head (i'm trying that tonight) and the oh-so-accurate description of diarrhea by reagan.

i think that if you die, we should find that mattress and lay your body out on it.

Lindsey said...

Reagan's description is ON POINT! Hahaha love this!!

Merilee said...

Seriously though, can't wait to try the macaroni, pigs in a blanket, cupcake cleanse. It just sounds effervescent.

Thomas said...

I cannot believe I did not get a shout out for my cleaning of Reagan's bottom's throw up.

Lisa Osborn said...

Oh. My. Heck. You kill me! You always brighten my day:)