Robin's Nest

 As I type this entry into the blog, the cream churns in the mixer. Butter is in the making. I recall some years ago, a small one throwing black beans into the mixer as the cream was being churned. That should have been a sign, lol she has been mischievous ever since! Her sense of humor is as vibrant as her fits of anger. She is 10 now, her mental age is about 8, her emotional age about 5 or 6. I will never forget the words of the therapists on our first visit last March, in unison they looked at each other and said "FASD", not so much to me, but to each other. I was bewildered. The acronym did not ring any bells. I looked at the two as if they had just landed on Earth from, perhaps, Mars? I asked, what does that even mean? As soon as I had, I had wished I hadn't. Fetal Alcohol Syndrome Disorder. Yes, now the acronym popped back in my head. I had heard of this, but only bits and pieces, I didn't know of any cases. Well, at least I hadn't. Working with the current ...

 My 10-year-old just informed me that Christmas eve is 1 week away. Thank you, YouTube, for raising the expectations of all electronically connected kids to higher heights than last year. On this item I lowered the bar by continually reminding the kiddos of our goal to travel. I also remind them that the big guy only provides one gift to each child, the rest are provided by the family and friends. I justify this because why would Santa give one family more gifts than another? And our family has decided that less gifts will mean mom going out of the house to work less often. Also, that mom can plan more travel trips for the whole family. Not to mention there is no lack of toys, dolls, or electronics in this house. there they go,  way in the distance  watching them pull away this is the lead car on the trip   the youngest had a turn in the kitchen today Yes, I still owe on the motor home and the solar panels, but I may take the sage advice of a friend and take out...