Adam's Journey

Homeopathic Healing of Autism

A House Becomes a Home

So I can pretty much feel your eyes boring into the computer screen as though I have just shlunk into the house after curfew.  The lights flick on and I nervously apologize for my untimely response and brazen lack of courtesty to all my faithful blog readers.  But this time, I have a good excuse.  I promise.


That’s right!  The family has packed up and moved out of our tiny, cramped bungalow into a much more spacious split-level with room to grow.

It’s great.  Fantastic even.  Dare I say super awesome?

And I’m not even upset one bit about leaving that crummy little house.  The house where my sweet little Adam was born.  The house where both my precious babies grew into such amazing kids.  The house beside the corner stop sign where Emersyn got picked up on her first day of school.  The house across from the most beautiful tree where many a picnic was held in the summer and in the fall Jon would bury the kids in leaves. 

*Sigh*  That house used to be my home.

It’s OK. I’m not THAT choked up about it.



Whaaaaaaaaaaat?  There’s just something in my eye. 

Well…on second thought, maybe I am mourning the change of address a wee, tiny, little bit in a sappy sentimental-mom-kind-of-way. Don’t tease me about it though. I’m a mom teetering on the edge of sanity.  🙂

It’s OK though. The new house is great and I’m well aware that it will soon become a HOME full of its own memories.   It has much more room for the family to grow and it’s pretty much the only house we looked at in 8 months that satisfied all our original “must haves” when we first started looking to upsize. Well, I should clarify that it WILL satisfy our checklist of “must-haves” once we tear it apart and put it back together again.  The process of which started a few weeks ago.

So, hence the reason I’ve been such a deadbeat blogger.  The upside is that Adam is still on a break fro his miasms so it’s not like I have all these juicy tales of healing that I’m dangling over your heads conveniently just out of reach.  Insert maniacal laughter her.  Muah, ha, ha, ha!!!  🙂

I should let you all know though Adam has started juniour kindergarten in an Autism classroom at a local school.  How’s it going you ask?  Pretty good, I suppose.  I would say PERFECT if it wasn’t for the other crying children that are now the source of his school-related anxieties.  But I’ll divulge more school related tales when I’m NOT living at my sister-in-laws and NOT using a prehistoric laptop that belongs in some computer museum somewhere.  Sorry Share.  I love ya but your computer needs to be put-down.

So this is not goodbye but so long. 

Til we meet in cyberspace again. 

(Hopefully within the next month lest this momma gets tired of teetering on the edge and falls hard and fast into Crazyville.)