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Surgery Update: I Survived, Barely… and My Kids Are Still Alive Too 🎉
So I had surgery last Monday, and we started off strong with… the OR breaking. Yep. The operating room literally said, “Not today, Satan,” and shut down. So we had to relocate hospitals like a medical field trip no one signed up for. Since we had no clue what recovery was going to be like,…
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Surgery Day: An Unexpected Adventure
Whew — what a day. My surgery didn’t exactly go according to plan, and I wanted to share the whole wild update. We arrived right on time at the hospital, fasting since midnight, ready to go. The receptionist looks up and says: “Oh no, I forgot about you…” Wait, what? 😳 Turns out, the dehumidifier…
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💜 Parenting in the Parking Lot
Sometimes parenting a neurodivergent kid looks like this—sitting on the curb in the middle of a parking lot, offering quiet support while a storm of big feelings passes. This meltdown hit hard. We’d just left the restaurant, and my son didn’t get the dessert he wanted because he hadn’t eaten his meal. In his world,…
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The Tooth Fairy, Gold Coins and Mild Parental Theft
Ah, the magic of childhood. Losing teeth is one of those strangely thrilling milestones that feels like a mix of a medical event, a rite of passage, and a glitter-filled celebration. The wiggle. The drama. The blood. (Seriously, why is there always SO much blood?) And then there’s that triumphant moment when your kid holds…
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Settling In, Sorta… Kinda… Not Really
We’ve officially landed in our new home. Not like a graceful plane landing, but more like a bumpy emergency landing with a baby pig on board and at least one bag of snacks spilling mid-turbulence. Are we “settled”? Define settled, please. Still Hauling, Still Hoping Let’s start with the obvious: we’re still moving. Not like…
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We Moved! It Was Wet, Wild, and My IKEA Desk Didn’t Make It
Well, We’re Here… Technically We moved. Which sounds simple enough until I tell you it was pouring, hailing, and the only thing more slippery than the Tommy gate on that moving truck was my last shred of sanity. But hey—when you’ve got a herd of family members ready to tackle it like a full-contact sport,…
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Moving Mayhem: Neurodivergent Twins, One-Handed Packing, and That One McDonald’s Toy
We’re moving. And no, I don’t want to talk about it.Unless you’re bringing snacks and muscle. Preferably both. Right now, my life is a chaotic swirl of cardboard boxes, random socks, loud emotions, and the occasional chicken that absolutely does not want to stay in her coop. And the kicker? I’m doing it all with one functioning hand.…
Twins Tenders and Teaching 