No rest for the weary
And on the seventh day, God rested looked at his calendar for the upcoming days and thought, “Crap, I need to prep for the week. That flood ain’t gonna rise by itself, I’m behind on my smiting, and the prayers are …
THAT parent
If you have taught youth sports or band or anything involving youngun+activity, you know THAT parent. The one who has a less than healthy interest in their precious snookums’ participation in the activity (think Toddlers and Tiaras, but with less …
No wrong way to be gifted
As I was idly scrolling through Facebook this morning, as I tend to do as I suck down the remaining dregs of that life-giving brew, a post from 2e Newsletter came across my feed: QUOTE OF THE WEEK. “These children …
Parents of gifted children speak out!
I have long felt that parents of gifted kids, especially of twice-exceptional kids, need more support than they are getting. Unless they live that particular life, few parents know how tough it can be. “You have little to worry about, …
Zombie blogger
It’s Morning of the Living Dead Zombie Blogger! She writes big, well-received post on twice-exceptional kids, then falls into Zombieland courtesy of a cross-country Move From Hell And Really, It Was And Still Is That Bad. Someday she will look …
Road trip brain drain
It’s Day Two of National Parenting Gifted Children week, so don’t forget to go around and check out some of the other writers participating in the blog tour. I’d link ’em up for you, but I’m somewhere on Interstate 80 …
What I wish others knew about parenting twice-exceptional kids
It’s Day Two of National Parenting Gifted Children week, and I am proud to be participating in the blog tour. Hosted by SENG (Supporting the Emotional Needs of the Gifted), this is the fourth year of NPGC week. It coincides …
Seven
Dear sweet J, Please, dear child, how did you get to be seven so quickly? I’m sure your brother didn’t hit this age this quickly, and he does everything quickly! How? You were only a wee babe just yesterday. And then …
Tuesday tidbits
Someday, oh that elusive someday, I will no longer feel like I’m living in the center of a vortex. Amusing, that; my college roommate and I called our dorm room The Vortex. Perhaps I’m just doomed to be vortex-ridden for all …
Today I’m THE MOM. Literally.
I am the Literal Mom of the day over at Literal Mom. What does this mean? Do I get a tiara, a parade, an entourage? No, nope, and doubtful. I’d go for a shirtless Jamie Bamberpacking my house, but that’s …