tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54059269224097481632024-02-06T22:58:55.335-05:00Tink and Bubba's MomLeah Cooper-Procknohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02743224902306298329noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5405926922409748163.post-16405111310652292792012-05-25T14:16:00.000-04:002012-05-25T14:18:22.181-04:00Not So Terrible Two's Part 2 _Taking it Back !<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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So do you guys remember when I posted this <a href="http://tinkandbubba.blogspot.com/2012/01/not-so-terrible-twos.html#more">post</a> where I rambled on about how I didn't understand why people thought the two's were so terrible and how my two year old is perfect and blah blah blah, well I jinxed myself in a big way. Apparently when they hit 2 and 3/4 it kicks in, the fit throwing, the not listening, the I can do everything myself , but not really I'm just going to make a constant mess and break as many things as possible insanity goes into overdrive. If you value your sanity at all I suggest that three days before they turn 2 and 3/4 you find a military preschool and send them packing !!! There is not technique, no child safety lock, no Super Nanny strong enough to stop them from doing whatever it is they want to do. While they may still look cute and so very cherub and innocent like, they are secretly planing a take over , trust me, I am telling you this for your own good.<br />
While I do still enjoy watching his little personality form, and love seeing him learning so much all the time, I just now realize why people look at you with such pity when you say you have a two year old. I just thought it would be good to warn other Mother's who may have read my original post and been horribly mislead.<br />
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Ps. Did I mention I have a teenager also.......Lord help me, I need a nap<br />
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Pss. *disclaimer-I really do love my children and do not think you should send your two year old away , I'm just trying to get the word out to prepare yourself.......it's coming !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Leah Cooper-Procknohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02743224902306298329noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5405926922409748163.post-28288624881882348462012-05-22T04:40:00.002-04:002012-05-22T04:40:59.404-04:00Lovin Is What I Got<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So there is this really important guy, we usually call him Natedawg , he is my childhood friend, Bubba's "best homie" , Tinks Daddy, and my Husband.Today is his birthday I want to give him a million presents , but since I can't really afford that, I at least want him to know he is being thought of and that is why I am writing a list of Ten Things I Want My Hubby to Know on His Birthday (and every other day)........<br />
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<li>You are one of the most forgiving people I have ever meant, you never hold a grudge against me, even when I deserve it.</li>
<li>I like that when we are just hanging out on the porch or laying in our bed talking, that I can laugh and be silly, or cry and either way you are right there with me.</li>
<li>Nothing in this world makes me happier than when I see you laughing and playing with our boys</li>
<li>I appreciate all the little things you do for us everyday, and wish I showed you that more.</li>
<li>You love Bubba without question, you are his Daddy , and I know that because you show it in the way you care for him, the same as you do Tink and I.</li>
<li>I love days when you make big dinner's and invite friends and family over to share them with us.</li>
<li>I am proud of you for wanting to get an education and sticking with it no matter how hard it has been, because you want to take care of us.</li>
<li>Our boys get to have a Daddy who is involved in their everyday life, and does not look at them as Mommy's job and that is an extraordinary thing to have. </li>
<li>I'm thankful that you never gave up on me even though their was 20 years in between our first kiss and our second.</li>
<li>You are Loved !!!!!!!!!</li>
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2.) I get to buy Sponge Bob Gogurt and pretend it's for them.<br />
3.) I get to kiss three amazing guys goodnight every night (without getting a bad reputation ).<br />
4.) I get to be the one they tell when something good happens.<br />
5.) I get to hold them when they are sad, sleepy or hurt and I get to feel them relax and feel safe when I do.<br />
6.) I get to say "Because I'm the Mom and I said so" .<br />
7.) I get to to be the one who will drive them to their first homecoming dance.<br />
8.) I get to hear all the funny stuff they say and the one who calls Nana so she can laugh to.<br />
9.) I get to read Green Eggs and Ham 3 times a night .<br />
10.) I get to be Joey and Isaiah's Mommy and that in itself is the best thing I will ever get to do, experience, feel, accomplish or be in my life.Leah Cooper-Procknohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02743224902306298329noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5405926922409748163.post-25279725124098113152012-04-25T12:42:00.000-04:002012-04-25T12:42:25.977-04:00FAQ'sIf I like to stare at strangers<br />
Long enough to figure something<br />
Out about them<br />
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If country music makes me cry so<br />
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When I'm alone in my car<br />
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If people love me<br />
But I don't understand why<br />
Am I unworthy ?<br />
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I can't read your fortune<br />
Or play the guitar<br />
Would you like to be with someone more interesting ?<br />
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I can tell you I believe in God<br />
From my corner bar stool<br />
Where they are serving me my regular<br />
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If I let you<br />
Take care of me<br />
Am I setting back the woman's movement ?<br />
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If I would rather read a book<br />
Than have to wash my hair<br />
And come to your party<br />
Would you diagnose me with social anxiety disorder<br />
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If I want more<br />
Does that make me motivated or ungrateful in your eyes ?<br />
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I don't know what they are talking about 75% of the time<br />
When I watch CNN<br />
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Sometimes when I smile at people<br />
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Then I do because I actually feel like smiling<br />
Does this make me a fake ?<br />
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If I feel like I have a lot to say but I don't say it<br />
Am I depriving you or saving you from my rambling ?<br />
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<br />Leah Cooper-Procknohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02743224902306298329noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5405926922409748163.post-29671770800330316092012-04-22T22:34:00.000-04:002012-04-22T22:35:10.327-04:00Gaining FocusSo right now all the boxes and clutter of the new house is consuming my mind and sending me into some manic, o.c.d like craziness, that is not pretty whatsoever. I know that it is very important that I get things organized, so that we can have some resemblance of a normal routine life again, but these things will come and in the meantime I am losing focus on what is truly and long term important to me, so I have decided to make a bring me back to my center list............<br />
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<li>First and foremost it is important to me that my kids always feel loved, listened to , and like a part of whatever is happening in our home.</li>
<li>It is also important to me that both my kids have individual time with me, where we are learning, playing, or just being together without distraction .</li>
<li>It is important to me that my husband and I talk about or lives, our plans, our kids and try to make common goals for each of these things.</li>
<li>It is important for me that our home be a place people know they can go and feel comfortable, loved, and welcome.</li>
<li>It is important to me that my kids learn to be grateful for what we have, and learn to always give thanks for it.</li>
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Just thinking about what is really important, in the grand scheme of things can make some of the things that have been consuming my mind and actions seem pretty little in comparison. I know they are things that have to get done, but I also know that if I look at this list of what is really important everyday before I start my daily mania, everything has to be just right, right now tirade, my day will be planned very differently.Leah Cooper-Procknohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02743224902306298329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5405926922409748163.post-46830569331445171082012-04-09T04:41:00.000-04:002012-04-10T13:03:04.289-04:00Drawer Turned Shelf<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I made this shelf out of an old drawer, this was my first time attempting to upcycle furniture of any kind and also my first stab at acrylic paints. I loved how it turned out ! I had no expectations I kinda just sat down and started playing, I think I will do that more often. I did this a couple months ago, before we even knew we were moving, and turns out I just happen to pick toned down shades of the blue and orange for my living and dining room, I'm very excited about that now I can pick anywhere downstairs to display my little fun shelf. Hopefully I can take a better picture of this hanging on my new walls once all the moving craziness is over, to share with you.<br />
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1. Oh your kid is having a meltdown, what's that like, I'm not familiar with this experience.<br />
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2. I tend to wash , fold and put away our clothes three times a day, in fact we don't even own a dirty clothes hamper cause we really have no use for it.<br />
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3. My son has never missed the bus, we are always up before the alarm goes off, we usually have plenty of time to get ready for our day, and then have a nice leisurely home cooked breakfast before the bus driver pulls up.<br />
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4. My husband and I spent some very nice quality time with each other last night after the kids went to bed. We were not up all night scrubbing throw-up out of our toddlers carpet, blanket, toys, or hair. <br />
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5. My Java Monster is not only cheap but completely fat free, it's actually better for me than drinking water.<br />
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6. Really.... huh, they charge fines at the library for not bringing stuff back on time......I was not aware.<br />
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7. Hi it's nice to meet you, my name is Judy...Judy Blume<br />
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8. No I don't have a system, organization and time management just seem to come very naturally for me.<br />
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9. I read a very interesting article about people living below the poverty line, man I don't know how they ever survive.<br />
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10. Denial is a total waste of time, that is why I stay totally grounded in reality at all times.Leah Cooper-Procknohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02743224902306298329noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5405926922409748163.post-9180925422630349472012-03-12T15:56:00.001-04:002012-04-09T04:45:15.850-04:00Easter Centerpieces<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I Love Womans World ! Even though it's only like 2 bucks it's always exciting when my Hubby brings me one home from the grocery store. It shows he's thinking of me , and I get good articles, plus a crossword, oh yea !</div>
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Madea........ Hallelujaher !<br />
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I have wasted many perfectly good hours playing Mall World (and plan on wasting many more).<br />
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Big ones, little ones, one's that make me smarter, one's that are just a good story, old ones, new ones, Books,Books,Books !<br />
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Make up, I don't wear it often , but when I do it makes me feel pretty. (and when I have make up on it usually means I'm going somewhere,yea I love getting out sometimes).<br />
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This Jason Mraz song, makes me wanna dance no matter what kinda mood I'm in.<br />
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I know when you act strange and uncomfortable around me, even if I can't express that<br />
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I am a kid, just like you<br />
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I want to have a friend, and will probably be the best friend you've ever had (if you give me a chance)<br />
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My little brother drives me crazy<br />
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I love to build tents out of sheets and catch lighting bugs<br />
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If you gave me a chance your friends would to<br />
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I try to get my Mom and Dad to let me stay up later, watch t.v. on a school night, or eat junk before dinner<br />
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I don't like being treated like a baby even if you think I act like one<br />
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Do you talk to your kids about special needs kids ? Do you know that if your kids are around children with special needs they will not be afraid of the unknown ? They are watching you, do you treat special needs kids differently, do you talk to them like babies, do you correct them when they do wrong like you do other kids that are around, do you talk to the child directly or talk to there parents like they are not in the room. Do you know that 1 in 150 kids have autism ? Did you know that these kids are going to be adults in the adult world with your adult children ? Did you know that these adults may not have parents capable of taking care of them in there old age ? Have you realized that your children are one day going to be adults in a huge population of other adults with autism and eventually will be the adults shaping this world for these adults who no longer have parents to take care of them. Will your adult children, go back to institutionalizing people they don't understand, or will your adult child be the one paving a new path, conforming this world to fit what is happening in this world, instead of not realizing that these adults can be contributing members of society, if society would be raised with more awareness and less fear.<br />
I am going to challenge you to stop and really think about how you teach your children to treat other children who may be seem different or hard to understand, how you teach your children not only in words but in example. Do I think that you would ever teach your children to be intentionally mean or hurtful ,no absolutely not. Do I think that by example allot of parents unintentionally teach there children to tip toe around and not stare, instead if walking firmly beside and asking questions about what they don't understand . Yes I do. I really believe that people don't want to be mean to people who are "different" but I don't think people always are taught the correct way to be kind. Do unto others applies to all others, my son, your neighbor, the boy in your Sunday school class, and the man at the grocery store . Please rethink.<br />
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<br />Leah Cooper-Procknohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02743224902306298329noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5405926922409748163.post-69261541128389795812012-03-05T02:56:00.000-05:002012-04-09T04:45:46.898-04:00Baking Sheet Magnet Boards<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have been seeing these baking sheets used as magnet boards, in various forms all over Pinterest. They are so simple and what kid doesn't like magnets. I chose to make color ones because that is what Tink is working on right now (so far everything is yellow according to him). I applied the little banner with velcro so I can change it to other colors and shapes easily. I think I'm going to make a "What doesn't belong" and "Pattern Making" for Bubba. I got the baking sheet at Dollar Tree and had the rest of the stuff at home. I forgot to buy magnets , so I just cut up an old one we had on the fridge and hot glued it to the items that didn't already have magnets. These are great cause you can do them sitting on the couch, in the car, or hang them on the wall. I am working on a big Pinterest inspired project that will be sharing with you on my Monday Pinterest inspired project March 19th post, I can't wait !!!!Leah Cooper-Procknohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02743224902306298329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5405926922409748163.post-51344191565350795062012-03-02T14:56:00.003-05:002012-03-02T14:57:34.978-05:00An Insiders viewMy brain is a very cluttered place to be (no I'm not bragging about how smart I am), it is a constant clutter, swirlie mix up of things I want to do, and things I need to do, and trying to find ways to merge the two. So here is a condensed down blogger friendly view of what is going through my head all the time..........<br />
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<li>Oh I need to get some table time work ready for Bubba, oh yea and some picture schedules, and call his insurance people and ask about that one thing, oh and I really need to do some research on how to dispute his current I.E.P. .</li>
<li>I want to play with all that new crafty stuff I got for me and Isaiah to play with last night</li>
<li>I want to write on my blog, read other peoples blogs, and maybe stop by Pinterest and find a whole bunch of other things I want to do</li>
<li>Ugghhh go in there and wash those dishes</li>
<li>Spend some time with my husband (time that we actually talk and hang out, not the usual, he is studying and watching T.V. and I am doing something on the computer or for one of the boys</li>
<li>Wait I just remembered I wanted to call my Mom and tell her about that cute thing Isaiah did earlier, and about how good Joey did at school today.</li>
<li>I really want to call Melissa (my BFF) and make a date</li>
<li>Wait I have to feed those boys again (3 times a day really boys, now your just being spoiled) </li>
<li>Bubba needs a shower, Isaiah needs a bath and his fingernails cut</li>
<li>I told Joey I would help him clean his room, I should rearrange his furniture while I'm in there</li>
<li>Man I've had to pee for an hour, speaking of pee, I should be encouraging Isaiah to sit on his potty more</li>
<li>I should work on some of my blogging stuff while they nap, or get some housework done while they are napping or hang out with my Hubby without them for a while </li>
<li>Is the electric bill due today ? I will look it up....oh there is a new article from the Autism Society , and 500 links to other things I wanted to read about, I should check my FB while I'm on here</li>
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Does your brain look anything like this ? If it does you either have some serious ADD issues or you are a Mom, who also happens to be a wife, who also happens to have friends, and were not hatched from an egg so (if you are as fortunate as I am, and I hope you are) you have a Mom , Dad, Siblings and lots of other family you care about and are in your everyday thoughts. How do you balance this all out ? How do you keep your brain from exploding (in which case you would have to think about how you would clean up the brain mess from your walls and floor)? I need to figure this out, which is overwhelming a bit cause that will add to the swirl in my cranium at least till I perfect the art of growing 6 more brains 20 more hands, and 15 more hours in my day........Oh wait I need to put a load of laundry in, before Joey gets off the bus.............<br />
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PS. I'm very sorry if you were mislead into thinking this post would end with some awesome idea on how to achieve balance in your life. I wanted it to I really did, but yea I got nothin, I'll throw it in the swirl and let you know if anything comes up.Leah Cooper-Procknohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02743224902306298329noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5405926922409748163.post-5286345661813713392012-03-02T08:50:00.001-05:002012-03-02T15:02:07.632-05:00When my Blog Grows Up When my blog "grows up" I want it to be a place women go when they need the comfort or humor , you can only get from another woman, Mom, wife.<br />
I just started reading blogs about a year and a half ago, and by total accident, I just googled homemade presents and found about a million different blogs, that I could not stop reading. The one that really sticks out in my head though is called I'm a lazy Mom and it was not a crafty tip like site, I just sort of stumbled upon it. During that time in my life, things were very out of sorts, I was still going through allot of postpartum depression from having my Tink, and just in general not feeling like myself, or a good Mom. I didn't have allot of women in my life at the time who could really sympathize with this situation, and was feeling very lonely.<br />
With the risk of sounding corny or stalkerish , Lazy Mom whom I had never meant or even had a conversation with helped me feel less lonely, and helped me to get my confidence as a Mom back. The stories on her blogs were just very real, and hilarious. I had been looking at all these blogs with these seemingly supermom, super organized, and crafty women and was feeling even less inadequate than I was already feeling, so when I came across Lazy Mom who actually admitted to having laundry that piles up and a life that is not strait out of Better Homes and Gardens it was a definite blessing disguised as a blog. I have since found other like minded Mamma's but Lazy Mom will always be the comfort food of my blogging world.<br />
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I hope when my blog "grows up" that it will be a place a Mom can go to take a deep breath, and go away feeling like a more confident Mom , who want's to enjoy her kids more, and worry about her mounting laundry less. When women read my Blog, I want them to feel like they just sat down at my kitchen table, right in the middle of all of my chaos, and had that cup of coffee with a friend that they have been needing.<br />
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1st my husband made me these for breakfast this morning ........<br />
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2nd my kids are going to go spend the night at their Nanna and Pepaw's . Don't get me wrong I love my kids and really do enjoy spending time with them. But spending a little time without them definitely can't hurt. So once nap time is over we're packing them up and sending them off . My husband and I are going to have alone time which usually goes something like this......<br />
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1st 1/2 hour kids are gone- dancing and singing with joy<br />
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Next 2 hours-"what do you wanna do" ? "I don't know what do you wanna do" ? "You wanna get something to eat" ? "yeah we should go out since we don't have the kids" "Where do you wanna go" ? "I don't know where do you wanna go" etc........<br />
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Next hour-"you go ahead and get in the shower first" "No really you go ahead"<br />
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3 hours later- "You wanna just get carry out "? "Yeah but what" ?<br />
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2 hours later- We finally actually order the carry out, sit on the couch and eat, and discuss how much we miss the kids .<br />
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Next morning- "Man I hope they keep the kids till at least evening". "Yeah me to, what do you wanna do"? <br />
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My sink is broke so <strike>I don't have to</strike> can't do the dishes .<br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">First we got out baking sheets and covered them in shaving cream , then we burried his little "people" in the shaving cream. As </span><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">fished each one from the shaving cream he threw them in a big mixing bowl full of water, to "give them a bath". He loved this, we also hid pennies in there . This kept him cranky free for about an hour and was easy to clean up, in fact all the shaving cream and water probably cleaned my table and hard wood floors some to (multi-purpose play). Next time we play shaving cream, I'm going to use Hot Wheels and set up a little car wash.</span><br />
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<a name='more'></a><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> I no longer want to try to fit myself into one of these categories. I want to view my children as individual human beings who respond to different things in different ways. My goal as a parent is to know my children as people and guide them accordingly. I want to teach them the difference between right and wrong, and by example lead them with good values, and moral standards. I also want to teach them the life lessons, they need to know, but I do not want to do that in some premixed, one size fits all setup. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> We as people all learn things differently, respond to discipline and responsibility's differently....children are people they do these things to. I want to teach my children about life in a way, that fits with their nature and character. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> I believe that I will feel less like I am making "Mommy mistakes" or not doing things the "right way" If I stop trying to parent my children by what I read, see on T.V. or observe in other parents around me and focus on parenting in a way that fits my own nature and that of my children. I also believe that this will teach my children to do things in a way that feels natural to them, which will breed self-confidence and individuality in them.Yes there are things in life that you have to do, that might not always be in your nature or character to do but if you know yourself well enough, you can find a way to accomplish them in a way that is "right" for you. Failure should be measured by what we don't do that we are capable of doing, not what we don't do the same way as everyone else. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Dancing with people that I love have been huge shining bright spot in some of the darkest times in my life. One of my favorite things is when I turn on a song that I love and my kids come running from where ever they are, just because they hear that song and they know, if that song is playing Mommy is dancing, and they wanna be part of it . They don't come running to watch my amazing dance skills cause believe me when I say that neither rhythm nor coordination is necessarily my strong-point. They come running because of whatever that feeling is that fills the room when there is music and dancing (love and closeness).</span><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvDOzm4gGsvik17kGLif1JtS6aiqPsPZOKt7EFKCWkhCgeu_VrNDSLDwoRooWq_0-XHFOD82E-yrjddGi76StKYjt7CBL4VPUqMs3-IauU50CCCqUZLL4dSfKC_km8EafS7hu5L-7FH0Y/s1600/kids+dancing.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><img border="0" height="138" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvDOzm4gGsvik17kGLif1JtS6aiqPsPZOKt7EFKCWkhCgeu_VrNDSLDwoRooWq_0-XHFOD82E-yrjddGi76StKYjt7CBL4VPUqMs3-IauU50CCCqUZLL4dSfKC_km8EafS7hu5L-7FH0Y/s200/kids+dancing.gif" width="200" /></span></a><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> I love to watch the kids dance, because when they dance they look like kids should, careless, free, silly. Isaiah dances completely with his arms, his feet and hips haven't caught on yet, but man when he gets those arms flapping does his face light up, pure excitement , he looks at me like look Mommy I love this to. Joey when he dances, he gets strait out funky, and he lets me hold his hands without that hesitation, protective , sensory thing that usually come with holding Joey's hand.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> I've danced with my Mom to "Run Baby Run" in the living room of the house I grew up in. I've danced with my Dad on a back deck to "Wildflowers". I once danced with my husband years before he would become my husband or even boyfriend on an ordinary day (that we both remember 13 years later) in Miss Bim's kitchen, to "it's your love". I have danced with my cousin in the living room of a crappy apartment to "Video". My best friend in just about every room of every one of the houses we have lived in since we have known each other to "Umbrella". I have danced with Miss Bim and Paul in there kitchen to "The River" and "Mona Lisa lost her Smile". The list goes on, but the point is, these are some of my best memories, some of the most peaceful moments I can think of. They were not planned , they did not cost money, we did not have fancy clothes on, we were just there in a moment with each other.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> I know when my kids get older they will have memories of dancing with me and people we love, I can see the happiness burning itself into there memory data's. My prayer for them is that they find many more people throughout there whole life to dance with.</span>Leah Cooper-Procknohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02743224902306298329noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5405926922409748163.post-2606265520785041932012-02-06T10:55:00.000-05:002012-02-20T02:37:28.338-05:00Boys......My Boys<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<a name='more'></a><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large; line-height: 18px;">their fingernails. All day it is "Mommy come here" from the big one, and "ma mom ma" from the little one. I'm out numbered and they know it. You would never know by looking at them that they are secretly planing to take me down. I bribe them all day with promises of cookies and Cheetos , I have to they have taken over I have no control. My days are spent listening to annoying cartoon voices coming from the t.v. and toys that are running out of batteries no matter how many times I replace them. Right now they are sleeping and I have some peace, but surely they will make me pay for it at the crack of dawn , which is when that are at their most active. I could go out and spend some me time but that would only lead to guilt, little one screaming "Ma mom ma" and looking like his heart has been broken beyond repair as I walk out the door. But who am I kidding with all this, I love it, every stinky chaotic moment is better than the next. I can not get enough of how their faces look with those ornery gaped toothed grins. I love how they look when they first wake up, and how they sound when they are laughing together. I love being the one they want to show and tell everything to. I love being invited into the big ones room to play Mr. Mittens. I love how the little one get's so excited to see me that he physically cannot stay still when I walk into a room, even if I have only been gone for a second. I would not trade this job even if the pay is lousy for all the money in the world.</span>Leah Cooper-Procknohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02743224902306298329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5405926922409748163.post-71111184603786594022012-02-06T03:08:00.000-05:002012-02-11T03:03:43.567-05:00Attention Germs<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu6jXev1cJrM2OcSh46Tnm74qYoBurMaDV1i4Agv89hu-MA7acac09j0wSuL_ekXWe3Ab9QtG6kc6CJxf9ouIiwT3O8TIdNOIVcTEdwtjCk0_lmMPNR2m7SSmyf8VnPf8PN9ol_J7RVH4/s1600/sick.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="175" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu6jXev1cJrM2OcSh46Tnm74qYoBurMaDV1i4Agv89hu-MA7acac09j0wSuL_ekXWe3Ab9QtG6kc6CJxf9ouIiwT3O8TIdNOIVcTEdwtjCk0_lmMPNR2m7SSmyf8VnPf8PN9ol_J7RVH4/s200/sick.jpg" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">We have all been taken down by germs in my house this week, nasty no good useless germs !</span><br />
<a name='more'></a><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"> I have been specially picked out to get the worst of it, there little snotty cold like thing , became pneumonia for Mommy. I think the germs don't realize that Mommy is in charge of a lot of things in this house and could really perform these tasks that I'm in charge of on a way more optimal level without said pneumonia. Anyways they either don't know or they just don't care either way, I'm gonna have to suck it up, there are still kids who need washing, attention, and well Mommy in general. My kids are not at independent enough stages yet to have the ability to do it for themselves yet or even to empathize enough to take it easy on Mommy. One day they will be I hope ,until then I'm sending a plea out to all the germs out there........give me a few more years before another attack of this nature please !</span>Leah Cooper-Procknohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02743224902306298329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5405926922409748163.post-23985562927017700552012-01-26T01:30:00.000-05:002012-02-20T02:38:15.580-05:00Not Guilty<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Lately I have had this constant feeling of guilt following me around, it is stuck in my gut and head. No I did not rob a bank or mug an old lady. What I having been feeling guilty about is much more complicated (but probably less exciting)than that. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">First and foremost I'm going to remind myself everyday, that I am only one person. Second I am going to prioritize, who needs what, and who's needs are the most urgent. I also plan to use my instincts, you know as a Mom when your child really needs or even really wants their Mommy. I am going to try to learn that my guilt is not getting them or myself anything we need, it is just taking up room in an already overcrowded brain. I am going to live by my theory that usually the one you least want to spend time with, is the one who needs your time the most, usually when they are whinier or more clingy than usual and they are acting out, they need my attention. As much as I don't like whining or clingeness (in fact they are probably two of my least favorite things) I know that coming from children or people in general who are not generally that way,it means something. It means I need your attention, and if you give me just a bit it will probably make our lives allot easier, and way less annoying.I also plan to allow myself the peace of knowing that I am doing everything I possibly can do for them, and I know that as long as I keep putting my whole heart and my whole effort into them, I do not have to keep carrying that heavy guilty feeling around anymore. So here I go, off to teach myself a lesson (I Hope).</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><br /></span>Leah Cooper-Procknohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02743224902306298329noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5405926922409748163.post-44435106361254356792012-01-25T00:18:00.000-05:002012-02-20T02:38:42.969-05:00Haircuts and chainsaws<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXurpZGLyt8_tjdgmMvAFk2MMqp2qLXjNF3hNT-FAT-ABZofhyphenhyphenwEKrGkT3YwOvrWKk4Z0-h1qdQ6hijph1zNiEl03Xnpmisp4BhGNlpekUOfUQSyuyrzhOdU-lvw_u7jWmz7nF4B4IxRw/s1600/chainsaw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXurpZGLyt8_tjdgmMvAFk2MMqp2qLXjNF3hNT-FAT-ABZofhyphenhyphenwEKrGkT3YwOvrWKk4Z0-h1qdQ6hijph1zNiEl03Xnpmisp4BhGNlpekUOfUQSyuyrzhOdU-lvw_u7jWmz7nF4B4IxRw/s1600/chainsaw.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Sitting on the couch today trying to get rid of a massive headache, when suddenly I hear screaming in the bathroom. I sit up a little straighter because for some reason that's what we do when we are trying to listen closer, as if there is some connection to good posture and hearing.</span><br />
<a name='more'></a><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> I hear Joey yelling and sounding like he would be cussing if he was allowed. I know that Nate (my husband) is in there with him giving him a haircut , but from the sounds of those screams, he must be doing it with a chainsaw. I go to the bathroom and realize Joey had no shirt on and there was hair all over his skin. Now for most of us the feeling of billions of little hairs on our naked skin is annoying or even irritating, but for Jo-Jo , this is pain real pain ! Joey like many people with autism has sensory processing issues, it's almost like his wires are crossed, what would be painful to most of us does not phase him . He was once stung in the face by like 7 bee's and not a peep, no screaming, no crying, nothing, till we had to hold him down to give him some Benedryl , because touch not initiated by him also feels like pain to him.</span><br />
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So once we realized that having his shirt off while getting a haircut, was not a good idea, the damage was already done. Nate put him in the shower to get all the hair off, in the shower where by the way we have to use a wash rag also an excruciating thing for both us and him, him because not only are we touching him we are doing it with terry cloth and us because, it really sucks to have to hurt your child over and over again everyday, by doing things that have to be done like washing him, brushing his teeth and sometimes hugging him, and also because he becomes very defensive during these things and there is often punching, kicking, biting and ear piercing screams associated with these things.</div>
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Before they were even out of the shower I was already on the phone with his teacher telling her Joey would not be doing his homework tonight, that we would work on that tomorrow night. Tonight had pretty much lost any productivity for Joey, he retreated to his room and only came out for very short visits, and dinner cause there was mashed potatoes his favorite (coincidence probably not). But hey I can't really blame him I probably would not do my homework or feel much like hanging out, if I had just got my haircut with a chainsaw either.</div>Leah Cooper-Procknohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02743224902306298329noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5405926922409748163.post-33982903840141423252012-01-22T17:28:00.000-05:002012-02-11T03:05:48.680-05:00True Love (in a can)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmQWMXveYWSJJSuuqhkdUVO2z3q5TI4SiNv540bMC1viudA0dEmRGYVpxGQ0E3hMLd-DlKqaG_TREDmxSyciFedmRrfje1iEjciVTYnSKpA8uGs2X2ttcKbLJ3D4rXSeP7_sN9vkidVrQ/s1600/Java+Monster.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmQWMXveYWSJJSuuqhkdUVO2z3q5TI4SiNv540bMC1viudA0dEmRGYVpxGQ0E3hMLd-DlKqaG_TREDmxSyciFedmRrfje1iEjciVTYnSKpA8uGs2X2ttcKbLJ3D4rXSeP7_sN9vkidVrQ/s200/Java+Monster.jpg" width="115" /></a><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">There are many things I love in this world, like my my children, husband, blah, blah, etc......But this super special thing, that really gets me every time is my Java Monster !</span><br />
<a name='more'></a><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"> I love my JM in the morning and in the afternoon, I'd drink it in the evening or underneath the moon. Many energy drinks have come and gone but none like you. You give me an extra kick in the pants oh yes you do. I've had Starbucks, and Maxwell house, they just don't compare to your premixed goodness strait from the can. There is no pot to brew, no Splenda to mix, no barissta to tip, when I drink you for breakfast, I don't dirty a pan.! I love your get up and go, I just thought you should know, my floors are extra clean since I first brought you home.On days when you are gone I get an ache in my head, I slow down and face my day with pure dread. My Husband says I need help an intervention on sort. He feels threatened by our Love, but doesn't understand without you I am irritable and short.</span>Leah Cooper-Procknohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02743224902306298329noreply@blogger.com0