tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26346642163635064302024-03-05T01:17:01.728-05:00Long Way From HomePlain and simple...its therapy for me!Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08645340733279886139noreply@blogger.comBlogger103125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634664216363506430.post-60901200487243033252015-09-17T01:21:00.001-04:002015-09-17T01:21:47.066-04:00Tell Me It Ain't So!Over the summer my 2 older kiddos turned 15 and 14! Holy freakin moly! Can this be true? (and my baby will be 10 next month!) I am having trouble facing the reality that Josiah will be graduating high school in a few short years and moving on to the next phase of his life. I feel like I am not even close to accomplishing everything that I want to accomplish as his parent. There are so many areas in which I feel I have failed him (and his brothers) as a mom. Its scary to think of one day soon "letting go" while realizing I haven't prepared him for life. Wow! This is a horrible feeling! Please, clock, slow down a bit. I need more time. Am I the only one who feels this way?<br />
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I have always taken pride in being a strong woman, but the thought of seeing my boys transition into adulthood freaks me out. Yes, on one hand, I will be excited for them and will enjoy watching them become all that God wants them to be, but on the other hand its gonna rip my heart out. Am I gonna be one of those mothers who urges her child to go to college close by, no matter what other opportunities may arise? I never thought I would be, but the closer the time comes, the more I think I will do just that. I don't want to react out of fear; fear of failure as a parent, fear of being alone, fear of "losing" my kids, fear for their safety, etc. Bear with me while I talk myself through this one...</div>
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I will start trying to process these feelings by realizing that there is no "perfect" mom out there and comparing myself to moms who pretend they are perfect is not wise. Secondly, I will try to realize that even though my boys are getting older, I can still speak into their lives and teach them how to become responsible adults. I also want to use every moment I can to enjoy them. I can do all these things. Yes, I can! Anything anyone can add? I would love to hear your thoughts, responses, advise.</div>
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Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08645340733279886139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634664216363506430.post-47531006463362678902015-08-30T16:53:00.001-04:002015-08-30T16:53:34.627-04:00A Learning ProcessOne week down, 1 1/2 to go. Any parent of an autistic child will understand the significance of counting the days until any school vacation comes to an end and monitoring the sanity of both parent and child. Since becoming a full time working mom, as opposed to a part time working mom, I have been slowly adjusting to the juggling act. I know thousands upon thousands of moms balance it all everyday, but it certainly takes a lot of patience, organization, strength, and HELP.<br />
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Help is not something that I want to admit that I need. I don't like asking for it because I feel as though it shows weakness. Weakness shows imperfection, and imperfection makes me feel like a failure. I am fully aware of my many, many imperfections so I often feel defeated. I have a few theories as to why I feel this way, but there is only one way to change it - accept God's unconditional love. He created me, imperfections and all. My flaws do not define who I am. They provide me with ways to grow and places to go. The older I get, the more I have come to realize that my self worth should not come from how well I perform, or how capable I am, or by meeting the expectations of others. I am human. I WILL perform poorly. There are times that I WILL NOT be capable. I WILL fail others. But I will always be Jennifer, created and loved by God. He doesn't have unrealistic expectations, so why should I?<br />
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I want to be everything that God created me to be. It certainly isn't always comfortable, striving and learning to fulfill his purpose for my life. Acknowledging my faults and failures is painful, but imagining how my life can be transformed and focusing on the learning process, rather than the imperfections alone, gives me hope. I tell my children that there is nothing they can do that will cause me to love them any less. God's love for us is even greater! Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08645340733279886139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634664216363506430.post-57729209449049577282015-08-26T00:18:00.002-04:002015-08-27T01:57:20.856-04:00...Because I Want Them to KnowThis is going to be one of those boasting posts about how wonderful my kids are. So, if that is not the kind of thing that floats your boat, you can stop by another time. :) I am so proud of them, not because i think they are perfect, not because of what they have accomplished, but because of who they are. They each engage in certain behaviors that drive me crazy, they can be disrespectful, irresponsible, they fight with each other like cats and dogs, but imperfections exist in us all and can be used to bring about growth. Well, you're probably thinking, "this doesn't sound much like boasting." Well, that's about to change...<br />
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Jacob is my oldest, just recently turning 15 years old. He is my over comer! There are so many numerous qualities that precious soul exhibits but right now I want to focus on his determination. Being born with a cleft palate, having seizures, and being diagnosed with autism couldn't change who God wanted him to be and it certainly didn't slow him down. Everyday of his life, challenges exist. Everyday of his life, he struggles to communicate. Everyday of his life, his basic needs are met by others. But his enthusiasm, his strength, and his lack of intimidation have caused him to exceed my expectations in so many ways. When that kid sets his mind on something, watch out! He encourages me to do the same!<br />
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Josiah, my middle child, who actually fulfills the role of the oldest in many ways, will be 14 in a couple of weeks. I could go on and on about his talents and accomplishments for there are so many, but I want to focus on his confidence. He never gets nervous, he will try just about anything, and he dreams big. I really admire him for being himself and not worrying too much about what others think. He takes pride in his individuality and wants to use the gifts God has given him. He encourages me to do the same!<br />
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Now, my baby...Micah, age 9. My little ray of sunshine doesn't have a lazy bone in his body. I can rarely get him to sit still with me to watch a tv show or movie. He would rather be outside playing football, basketball, baseball, playing a game with his family, or interacting with his friends. He wants to help out in anyway he can and is extraordinarily capable at such a young age. He will most certainly succeed in life because he "does" and he "goes" and he works hard. He encourages me to do the same!<br />
<br />Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08645340733279886139noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634664216363506430.post-47244364621262357342015-08-23T02:34:00.001-04:002015-08-23T02:37:16.414-04:00"Making it"I was playing basketball in the driveway with Micah this afternoon, pretending as though I was 20 years old again. Its fun to see my son interested in something that was such a huge part of my life. Its even more fun to hear him say, as we were playing "knockout", "Mom, will you quit making it?!" Forty one years old, 50 lbs overweight, out of shape, and I can still shoot the ball. It amazes me how some things stick with us, even as we grow older. My body has certainly changed, my brain doesn't work as quickly as it used to, I'm slow and tired, but there are things that God birthed in me that are just part of who I am. I am guilty of not recognizing that I am who I am for a reason. I get so consumed with the areas I don't measure up, where I fall short, areas that overwhelm me with insecurity. I fail to listen to that voice that whispers, "you are fearfully and wonderfully made." Those wonderful things that God created in us should not be buried just because we may not be at the top of our game.<br />
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I am determined to begin engaging in activities that I am either good at or that I enjoy. I want to face my fears and trust that if God has given me a certain gift, it must be for a reason and He will support me in my attempts to use those gifts.<br />
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Again, folks, I am not there yet. I am giving myself a pep talk through this post. I know what I believe about God and His Word, but taking it to heart and living it is a whole different ballgame. No, Micah, I will not quit making it. :)<br />
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So, how can prayer change things? I have struggled with this question for some time, trying to rationalize how a sovereign God should in any way respond to my words. After all..."His ways are higher than mine ways, His thoughts higher than mine." I don't have an answer, but I do know that there has to be an explanation as to why prayer strengthens me. Knowing that others are praying for me uplifts me. Putting my trust in Him gives me hope. Prayer makes a difference. It changes my mood, my outlook, and turns my irrationality and despair into peace and hope. I can certainly slip back into hopelessness, but here come the prayers of the saints! Prayer changes things!<br />
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Prayer can also change our hearts. Being thankful to God for life, family, health, etc. simply gives me a grateful heart. Acknowledging God's unconditional love and knowing he wants me to become everything He created me to be opens my heart to receive His love and devotion. Repenting of my sins and failures cleans up my heart and allows me to receive the correction and transformation that i need. And, worshiping Him through prayer brings me closer to His "heart." Prayer changes things!<br />
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I wanted to therapeutically write this post to remind myself of what I know and believe and trust in. I need a reminder of this every minute of everyday. Maybe you do too!<br />
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Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08645340733279886139noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634664216363506430.post-42495485307752999942014-01-28T01:07:00.000-05:002014-01-28T01:07:06.510-05:00Analyzing FriendshipWhat kind of friendships do you desire? There are those who cherish few close friends, those who can be trusted with your secrets, those who unconditionally support you through everything, and those who can be counted on to be there for you at the drop of a hat. Others may feel more comfortable surrounding themselves with countless "buddies" who can be called upon for fun, for conversation, or simple companionship. Then there are the "loners," who consider a quite night at home alone, doing whatever he or she pleases without the distraction of human contact, to be the ideal lifestyle. Can the people in each of these categories live fulfilling lives, can they be completely satisfied with his or her relationships, should each strive to develop relationships described in a different category? Just wanted to get your opinions on this topic. To be continued...Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08645340733279886139noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634664216363506430.post-72505777182857572102013-07-13T02:59:00.000-04:002013-07-13T16:03:35.039-04:00Watch What You Ask ForThe other day I scrolled down to my September 7, 2011 post <a href="http://theaaronfam.blogspot.com/2011/09/desires-of-my-heart.html" target="_blank">"Desires of My Heart."</a> I had created somewhat of a wish list, a list of things that I both wanted and needed in my life to bring contentment and satisfaction. Ironically, my recollection of this post occurred on a day that I was feeling as though I was being "picked on " by God. I know, I know. God doesn't pick on me, but that's the way I was feeling. Imagine the drastic turn my pity party took when I realized that many of the things on my wish list were being fulfilled. I will take them one by one and share what has transpired since that November day in 2011.<br />
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1. We don't have a nice house with a big fenced in yard yet, but that will come. well, actually I do (minus the fence), but we don't live in it. Our house is in Arkansas and we are in California. Oh, well. So much for that one. :)<br />
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2. 2nd to the Boston, MA area, I believe we are in the best place for Jacob in regards to his education and the services provided for autistic individuals and their families.<br />
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3. I am pleased with Josiah and Micah's school. We are in the process of finding a new school for Jacob but have confidence that a great one will be found. <br />
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4. Alex has a great job where he is using his calling, his abilities, his education, and his experience. You can't get any better than that.<br />
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5. We have the most wonderful church, who not only supports us, but who treats Jacob as one of their own. We are so thankful that this "wish" came true. After being un-churched for about 3 months, this answer to prayer was probably the most life changing.<br />
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6. As long as we are in Southern, CA, we will not experience 4 distinct seasons. You gotta pick your battles. :)<br />
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7. ...and as long as I am paying over $4.00/gallon for gas and I am living in Riverside, California, I will not experience a decent cost of living.<br />
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8. For over a year and a half I have been employed part time and have been able to be home everyday when Jacob gets home from school at 2:00. I didn't believe this was possible, but yet another desire fulfilled!<br />
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9. When I make a list of the qualities I desire a friend of my boys to possess, I paint a picture of a wonderful friend God has provided for Josiah. As his mom, I can't put a price on this answer to prayer. This is HUGE!<br />
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10. Towards the end of last year, Alex and I began directing the children's choir at our church. We have both had such a great time working with these kiddos! <br />
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11. I don't have a new van...but something better! In March Alex bought me a Jeep Patriot that I absolutely love!! The stress of not having a dependable vehicle is over. This, too, is HUGE!<br />
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I am thankful for God's provision. I am grateful for the things I have. I love my family. I have 3 beautiful healthy boys. I don't ever want to take anyone or anything for granted. Things could always be worse. Someone out there has less than I do. I need to remind myself of these things everyday. Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08645340733279886139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634664216363506430.post-56494827634354767472013-01-25T20:45:00.000-05:002013-01-25T20:45:22.330-05:00Living in the MomentI have had alot on my mind the last couple of days. I am not one to obsess about the future. If I were, I would have made much better decisions in my early adult years that would have resulted in a better financial situation for me and my family. I'm sure I am not the only one in my age group that feels that way. No offense to you 18-22 years olds, but when I was that age I had no clue how my choices at that time would effect my future. Believe it or not, this post is not about my education, my career choice, or my current paycheck. Rather, its about my "living in the moment" mentality and my lack of motivation when it comes to planning for the future. <br />
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I have always been fairly confident that I possess a decent amount of intelligence, and sometimes I wonder if I have sold myself short. But, then again, I convince myself that God's greatest purpose for my life on this side of eternity is to be the mother of an autistic child. It goes without saying that Josiah and Micah are just as important and deserve the same level of care, but being Jacob's mom requires a constant mental and physical presence that is unique to his situation and this necessary demand will be required of me until the day I die. So, its difficult to think about anything but the present. I want to be goal oriented, ambitious, and prepared for the future, but my mind is on overload. Don't get me wrong...I don't feel overwhelmed or feel that too much is being expected of me. This has been my life for the last 10 years (since Jacob was diagnosed), and I really do feel more than capable of living this life, but sometimes I just wish my mind was free to think about the future. I want to be capable of making good choices today that will better the life of my family tomorrow.
Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08645340733279886139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634664216363506430.post-34457891999069015772011-09-07T20:37:00.004-04:002013-07-13T01:07:19.782-04:00Desires of My HeartI'm not quite sure what direction this post will take, but I need some therapy that only a keyboard and my thoughts can provide. I have been thinking lately about the desires of my heart, not outrageous, over-the-top kinda desires, just the kind that could provide true joy and contentment to me and my family. We have by no means been the poster family for stability as we have lived in 3 different states, 7 different cities/towns, and 12 different houses/apartments over the past 15 years. I am ready for this cycle to be over. But, I want to settle in a place that has everything! Not just everything I want, but everything I think me and my family need. So, without further ado, here is my wishlist: (in no particular order of importance)<br />
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*a big house with a big fenced in back yard<br />
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*exceptional services for individuals with autism<br />
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*exceptional schools for all three of my children<br />
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*a loving, supportive community of family and friends<br />
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*a job for alex where he can use his calling, his abilities, his education, and experience and a job that he LOVES<br />
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*a supportive church family who loves and supports Jacob<br />
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*four distinct, beautiful seasons<br />
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*a decent cost of living<br />
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*a job for me that would allow me to be flexible to be present when my children need me<br />
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*a church where I can use my love of music/worship in some capacity<br />
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Is there such a place? Even though I sometimes feel like I'm fighting a losing battle, I never put limitations on God. I trust in His sovereignty and His love for me. My earthly parents would provide me with all these things in a heartbeat had they the power or means, and how much more does my heavenly father love me. I struggle to believe this, but I know its true! That sounds contradictory, I know, but thats just the way it is.Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08645340733279886139noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634664216363506430.post-73888182714421421742011-02-15T19:44:00.003-05:002011-02-15T20:41:50.513-05:00...Because That's Just the Way I AmIt has been a few years since I have been a stay at home mom. This current stint did not occur by choice, but rather by....well I'<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">m</span> not sure whether to blame it on the job market, my experience, or divine intervention. Whatever the reason, I am now here at home (actually my mother-in-law's home) everyday and I can clearly say with certainty that its not for me. But, should it be? I always say that I'm not a natural at cooking, cleaning, managing a home, but maybe that is an excuse. When do we use our natural inclinations to determine what we do with our lives and when do we need to recognize our weaknesses and strive to overcome them? Just something I have been thinking about lately.Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08645340733279886139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634664216363506430.post-23004824987145284602011-02-01T19:06:00.003-05:002011-02-01T20:53:45.878-05:00A Quick UpdateWell, we are finally getting settled here in sunny southern California. I do have to admit that I am sad, though, that we weren't preparing for a blizzard the last couple of days...the Massachusetts kind of blizzard where it snows over a foot and the relationship between the tires on your car and the asphalt on the street doesn't miss a beat, not the Arkansas kind of blizzard where it snows 2 inches and the entire city shuts down for a week. Being house bound is no fun, at least not for any length of time. I am experiencing some of that frustration, minus the snow, during this season in my life. Husband at work, kids in school, no job, no car....no fun.<br /><br />Thankfully, Alex has been "on the job" for about a month now. He was offered a position as a chaplain for Pacific Hospice/volunteer <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">coordinator</span> for Meal on Wheels and he jumped at the chance to enter into the work force again. He is gaining some very valuable experience. Jacob just started a new school a couple of weeks ago and is receiving 10 hours of home therapy per week. I have been very pleased with his services so far here in the Golden State. Josiah and Micah have settled into their new lives with ease. They attend the same school and really seem to like it, although they would never admit liking school in general. Josiah has a hard time with what he considers our journey in life..."We have to go to school for 14 or 15 years, then college, then work, and then when we finally get to retire, we die soon! That is so wrong!!!" Micah started kindergarten this year and is doing very well. He gets home from school at 1:00 everyday so I still have some Micah time, something that I try to cherish knowing that my youngest is growing up fast.<br /><br />I am not working right now, but I am looking. I was first looking for full-time employment and had a very probable <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">opportunity</span> that hasn't seemed to work out at this time. But I may need to be searching for something more part-time. Micah gets home from school at 1:00, Jacob gets home at 2:00 and has therapy from 2:30-5:00, and Josiah gets home at 3:15. I really need the perfect "mothers hours" situation. So, I am beginning to re-adjust my search. Hopefully the ideal opportunity will come my way.<br /><br />Just wanted to quickly update everyone who may be curious about the ever changing life of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Aarons</span>. I say this <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">every time</span>, but I really want to start blogging again. :)Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08645340733279886139noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634664216363506430.post-29546062651372203012010-09-19T15:12:00.005-04:002010-09-19T16:59:53.089-04:00Settling Down?...What's that?Well, after spending a year back here in Pine Bluff, AR, we are off to the west coast again. When we left the SF Bay area for Arkansas back in 2001, we had no clue where our final destination would be. We knew that seminary in Massachusetts would be part of our quest, but that was our only vision at the time. After leaving Arkansas for Massachusetts in 2003, we had no idea that our stay in Massachusetts would go 3 years beyond the original 3 years it would take Alex to receive his M.Div. Circumstances prompted us to remain there for 6 years, allowing our 3 children to grow up as New Englanders, which was a great experience for our family. Then...back to Arkansas in the summer of 2009. Now circumstances are prompting us to go back to California...southern, this time. Alex and the kids are there now, allowing the boys to start school and get settled into a routine. I hope to follow very shortly, after finding a renter for our house. ok...now thats alot of moving. (and i didn't even mention the 5 different homes we lived in while in Mass) Any of you thirty somethings (quickly approaching the forty somethings) out there wonder if you will ever feel settled? ...or am i the only one?Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08645340733279886139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634664216363506430.post-79944063550326582412010-07-05T16:20:00.006-04:002010-07-05T18:10:23.308-04:00Long Way From Home???Well, its been a while since my fingers pounded these keys and I miss it. About a year and a half ago, I found myself in a situation where I couldn't disclose the thoughts, issues, concerns that I was dealing with. It was nothing shameful or sinister...just an impending move that I didn't want my employer, landlord, or anyone, for that matter, to find out about prematurely. I found myself giving up on my blog for the sole reason that I could not therapeutically write as I had done before because my thoughts were consumed with our relocation and all the changes that go along with that process. <br /><br />About the time that I decided I needed to change the title of my blog, since I have now been living in my hometown of Pine Bluff, AR for the past year, the title may need to remain the same. There may be an impending move yet again. <br /><br />Alex's job here in Pine Bluff didn't work out, Jacob went from attending (in my opinion) the "Harvard" of special needs schools to attending, well let's just say there is no comparison, and Alex's father past away in March. For all these reasons, and more, Alex is trying to find a job in Southern California where his mom lives.<br /><br />So here we are again, in the midst of being unsettled, not knowing what the future holds...an all too familiar feeling for us. But we will persevere, and maybe now I can use this blog to process it all. There is something about seeing my words in black and white that gives me perspective. I hope it can do me some good.Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08645340733279886139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634664216363506430.post-34200782222862837542010-05-04T13:54:00.002-04:002010-05-04T13:58:55.038-04:00To Blog or Not to Blog......that is the question. I don't have internet service at home right now, but I just signed up for mobile blog. Do I delve back into the world of blogging? What to do, what to do...Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08645340733279886139noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634664216363506430.post-6179147903100457872009-03-12T08:01:00.006-04:002009-03-12T14:27:55.128-04:00Like Father Like SonJosiah had a "brilliant" idea the other day. He decided to tie his shoes together, the right one to the left one...while on his feet I might add. We were in the van at the time, and after just a few minutes he realized how non-brilliant the idea actually was. He actually started freaking out a little bit because he didn't like not being able to pull his feet apart. He asked for my help, but I obviously could do nothing about it while driving. He began kicking his feet and in the process the knot became even tighter.<br /><br />After parking the van, I tried to assist him but I couldn't loosen the knot, not one little bit. So, I told him to go on inside the house and I would work on it after he took his shoes off. He headed up to the front door as I was getting Jacob and Micah out of the car. I then heard a loud scream. Lets just say Josiah should have employed the "potato sack race" technique to get to the front door rather than taking off running. He banged up his knee pretty badly, but all was well after I bandaged it up for him.<br /><br />About an hour later he went down into the basement and came back up with a pair of crutches. It has been so cute watching him hobble around on those things. You see, he is trying to be like his daddy. Alex was on crutches for a short while and just last week he began using a cane. Josiah makes the same groaning noises that Alex makes and insists that there are certain things he cannot do because of his "injury" (playing Wii is not one of them). It just makes me smile. I am so glad that Josiah looks up to Alex and wants to be like him.Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08645340733279886139noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634664216363506430.post-70297498342639516482009-02-18T19:45:00.006-05:002009-02-18T20:25:20.156-05:00Update...Sorry, Can't Think of a Catchy TitleI suppose this would be a good time to post an update....seeing as half of the winter season has past by since my last post. There have been things I've wanted to write about but I am unable, at this time, to reveal such thoughts (how's that for suspense?) But I thought it might be a good idea to update everyone on a few things.<br /><br />Alex has been dealing with alot of painful affects from his<span style="color:#ff0000;"> </span><a href="http://theaaronfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/lets-get-ready-to-rumble.html"><span style="color:#ff0000;">accident</span></a>. He still walks with a limp and simple tasks, such as airing up the tires on our van, are extremely painful. The official diagnosis is nerve damage, which his PCP acknowledges only time can heal. He has been put on this medication that makes him feel weird, but its the only thing out there that claims to possibly help nerve damage. So, please pray for him, as he feels permanently disabled at this point in time, having not seen much improvement at all in regards to his pain.<br /><br />Jacob is inching ever to closer to being completely potty trained. Even though it has and will continue to be a slow process, I can finally see the finish line. I am so proud of him. I am just thankful that he will do just about anything for a Dr. Pepper (he IS his mother's child).<br /><br />Josiah is playing basketball this winter which has been alot of fun. I have to admit that it takes me back to my b-ball playing days - the smell of the gym makes me smile....such a wonderful scent (the hardwood floors, that is, not the sweaty children). Josiah is a hustler, plays great defense, and has an eye for throwing a great pass. He hopes to continue playing in the future. He says he likes it better than t-ball.<br /><br />Micah is just an absolute joy to be around. He has his moments (he is 3, you know) but he's so much fun and makes me laugh. He's also very smart. Alex took Micah along to a neurology appointment for Jacob last month and the neurologist kept observing Micah (even though she was supposed to be observing Jacob) and kept commenting on how advanced his development is. I don't take this for granted one bit. I am so thankful that there have been no reasons to be concerned about his neurological develepment.<br /><br />I'm still working part time at a dental office and really love my job. I work with great people and look foward to going to work everyday. Not everybody can say that.<br /><br />All in all, things are going well. God has truly been pouring out his blessings on us lately. More to come....I promise.Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08645340733279886139noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634664216363506430.post-66552660576306719252008-12-12T09:46:00.008-05:002008-12-12T16:05:55.305-05:00This Craziness I Call LifeApologies to my 2 faithful readers, my mom and my mother-in-law, for the lack of posts over the last month or so. And as I now feel the muscles in my neck cramp up a bit as I begin to type, I have come up with a wonderful reason (excuse) for my absence in the blog world lately. Our computer chair broke and I have to resort to sitting on the floor while looking up at the screen...not very beneficial for the neck. Maybe that is why I haven't spent much time at the computer lately. Sounds good to me.<br /><br />I've been wanting to post about our Thanksgiving, remembering that my main purpose of this blog is to record the goings-on of the Aaron clan. I want to remember every part of this craziness we call life, and Thanksgiving 2008 is a perfiect example of life with the Aaron's.<br /><br />I had been feeling a little sorry for myself due to the fact that this holiday season would be the first in my 34 years of life on this planet that I would not be spending one moment with extended family. Although, we were invited to have Thanksgiving dinner with a friend/co-worker of Alex's, his fiance, mother, future mother-in-law, grandmother, sister, brother-in-law, and two nephews. Sounds like fun, especially since that means I would be getting out of grocery shopping, cooking, and cleaning up the disaster that always accompanies Thanksgiving dinner at our house. But, it also means stress and hard work supervising a very energetic 8 year autistic child and introducing him to a new environment.<br /><br />Let me back up for a moment. About two months ago Alex and I decided to put Jacob on some medication that would hopefully reverse the progression of his turning into the Tasmanian Devil. He was becoming somewhat out of control, not with his compliance or attitude, but with his body. He couldn't be still for any length of time and was INTO everything. Well, after taking the plunge, we were so thrilled to now have some of our sanity back and Jacob seemed so much more content and physically under control. So, when thinking of taking him to someone else's home, it gave us a renewed confidence that we could actually have a stress free and enjoyable time.<br /><br />Well, we depart on our 45 minute journey to our friend's home for a wonderful Thanksgiving meal and about 5 minutes away from our destination Jacob lets out scream, just a normal "stimulating his vocal chords and likes how it sounds" scream. I then immediately looked at Alex and asked, " You did give him his medicine, didn't you?" Yep, you guessed it. It was the classic case of "he thought she did and she thought he did," and it didn't get done! We were both so frustrated at ourselves (me, especially, since I had just taken his medication out of my purse THAT morning) because this could have been a really nice evening, something we don't normally experience at someone else's home.<br /><br />Due to our gracious and understanding hosts, we actually did have a nice time. Other than sniffing the appetizers and putting them back on the platter and throwing a foam puzzle piece and hitting our host in the face, Jacob did behave very well. That doesn't necessarily translate into a stress free evening, but it was a nice evening. I did have to take Jacob outside for a couple of breaks, especially during desert time...he loves to finger paint with pies. Josiah and Micah had alot of fun, the food was delicious, and we added a little something different to the Thanksgiving of our hosts. I wouldn't know what its like to have a typical family, but the challanges of being a-typical allow us to have experiences that create memories that not everyone can say they understand. Its actually refreshing and I embrace this craziness I call life.Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08645340733279886139noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634664216363506430.post-11834712700386187012008-11-11T19:37:00.004-05:002008-11-12T19:06:22.748-05:00Let's Get Ready to RUMBLE!On Saturday morning Alex went a "couple of rounds" (I'm using boxing terminology in honor of my husband) with a tractor. I got a phone call from him that morning from the hospital, and he informed me of the eventful start to his day. Haven already been given some pain medication, he groggily (is that a word?) told me that he and a tractor he was driving took a tumble down a hill and his right leg got pinned underneath the tractor. There was no one with him, so all he could do was yell for help. Within 5 minutes someone came to his rescue, 911 was called, and he was awaiting x-rays when he reached me on the phone. Thankfully, his leg was not broken, but he is extremely sore. It could have been so much worse, but God was protecting him. His being out of work for at least a week will be a struggle financially, but weeks ago I had made arrangements to work for a co-worker this week who needed some time off. So, God seems to always provide. I am so thankful that He is so faithful...and that he protects us when we drive a tractor down a steep hill with wet leaves everywhere. :)Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08645340733279886139noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634664216363506430.post-45330091975030322202008-10-30T10:05:00.002-04:002008-10-30T10:12:56.211-04:00And That's What's For Dinner TonightAnyone looking for a new recipe? Micah's got one for you...<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">2 eggs (shells included)</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">1/2 bottle of water</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">handful of baby carrots</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">a dab of mayo</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Stir ingredients together in a skillit on no heat. Serve with applesauce on the side.</span><br /><br />Micah created this recipe while I was on the phone this morning and thankfully he only ate the applesauce.Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08645340733279886139noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634664216363506430.post-87321800407997428632008-10-23T09:22:00.003-04:002008-10-23T09:27:29.691-04:00Give That Kid Some FoodIn the process of trying to delay bedtime last night, my barely 3 year old announced to me that he was "seriously hungry." His overly dramatic older brother has alot of influence on him.Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08645340733279886139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634664216363506430.post-82103268574212308402008-10-20T18:46:00.007-04:002008-10-20T19:14:22.121-04:00TimeYesterday my baby turned 3 years old. Where has the time gone? We have probably all voiced at one time or another how time goes by faster and faster as we get older. My only answer to the reason why is that time is actually ticking at a faster rate. Ok, I don't really believe that but it sure seems that way.<br /><br />But why do the wonderful experiences in our lives, such as enjoying our children, seem to fly by, but the tough times seem to linger on. Even though there are many more wonderful experiences than tough times, we (or I guess I should say "I") dwell so much more on the negative and in doing so give it more life. I want my time with my kids to linger on, not my struggles.<br /><br />Micah is now 3 and he truly is my "little ray of sunshine." I hope to cherish my time with him more and more because before I know it I won't have that beautiful little cheek to kiss goodnight anymore.<br /><br />Enter: lump in the throat!!!!<br /><br />I better go before I scare my kids half to death with my blubbering.<br /><br />HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MICAH!Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08645340733279886139noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634664216363506430.post-69941452540700335882008-10-15T19:03:00.002-04:002008-10-15T19:17:06.573-04:00Beans and Rice and Jesus Christ...but now that I saw gas today for $2.95/gallon we can have tea and juice with our beans and rice instead of water. That's cause to celebrate!<br /><br />Although money has been tight lately (when it rains Alex doesn't work and it rained alot last month), I have a renewed hope. Alex took over the bills this week. I guess you could say that I got fired from that responsibility, but thats ok. He is much better at budgeting than I am and when he sets his mind on something (which is digging ourselves out of this hole we are in) he sticks to it. It won't be fun, but we are determined to live by a stricter budget from now on. Who am I kidding? We are determined to live by a budget PERIOD from now on. Its actually quite exciting.Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08645340733279886139noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634664216363506430.post-75580870849082198792008-10-10T09:59:00.003-04:002008-10-10T14:31:02.340-04:00He Knows the LawThis morning, although quite typical, was a tough morning. It takes Josiah a while to get "up and about" and he has never won any "the first one to get ready for school" contests. So, he was taking his time, not focusing on what he needed to do, and had a not-so-good attitude this morning. I told him that if he missed the bus, he was going to stay home from school today and be my slave. He was extremely upset at this statement and with a slightly bigger not-so-good attitude he looked at me and said, " Momma, that has GOT to be against the law!!!"Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08645340733279886139noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634664216363506430.post-57063361836699298332008-10-08T20:18:00.004-04:002008-10-08T21:01:52.435-04:00Another Father/Son MomentAlex and Micah have a unique opportunity to make some wonderful memories together. Alex works as a landscaper during the day and because I also work Mon, Tues, and Wed, Alex has a sweet little "partner" who accompanies him to work on a regular basis.<br /><br />The couple Alex works for has a home in Manchester, MA overlooking the ocean. The atmosphere is very awe inspiring, so just being on the premises is a memory in and of itself. But the time that Alex and Micah spend together as father and son is a special opportunity.<br /><br />Micah follows him around, attempts to help any way he is able, rides the "gator," eats his packed lunch, and returns home for an afternoon nap in daddy's bed, all while his brothers are at school and not competing for daddy's attention.<br /><br />It brings a positive spin on the fact that we were unable to find childcare for Micah on these days. I really hope that he will be able to remember these days and look back on them and smile, remembering when he was a little landscaper.Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08645340733279886139noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2634664216363506430.post-19155441231979647022008-10-01T18:10:00.005-04:002008-10-01T19:05:08.272-04:00A Night to RememberThis is one of those stories that I've been intending to record on my blog for the sole purpose of having it in "writing" for Josiah to read and remember one day.<br /><br />Friday evening around 6:15 Alex calls me from work joyously proclaiming that someone was giving away free Red Sox/Yankees tickets and asked me if he should take them. I, for a single moment, got really excited and asked him which game they were for, Saturday or Sunday. He then announced, "TONIGHT." The game is set to start in 50 minutes, Fenway Park is around 50 minutes away, I'm at home with our three children, and Alex is at work. So how in the world does he think this will work? I sadly told him that it just couldn't work as he's trying to twist my arm to finding a sitter (very last minute I might add, not my idea of fun). He quickly realized it was too much to ask, knowing that it could be midnight before we would get home. Nice idea, would have been a blast, but unfortunately we would have to pass.<br /><br />I got off the phone with him and within a few short minutes, Josiah, having heard one end of the conversation, asked me what Alex and I were talking about. I explained the situation and he looked at me with great anticipation in his eyes and asked, "Can he take me?" "Now thats not a bad idea", I thought, although I have no way to contact Alex at work to mention this great idea to him. Shortly after, Alex, having the same great idea, calls and tells me to get Josiah ready...he's got the tickets and will take Josiah with him. Josiah was thrilled, to say the least.<br /><br />They didn't get there until 8:30, but because of a rain delay, the game was just starting. And little did I know (because I fell asleep on the couch) there would be another 30 minute rain delay in the 5th inning. I wake up at 1:00am and they are not home. I hurry to the phone and when I reach him, shortly after 1:00, he informs me that the subway stopped running at 12:30 and he and Josiah, along with about a hundred others were stuck, with no way to get to their cars. He decides to get $100 out of the ATM to pay for a cab, which didn't at all thrill me, but it sure was a heck of alot better than my getting Jacob and Micah out of bed in the middle of the night to drive to Boston to rescue them. The cab ended up only costing $30 and being blessed with FREE Red Sox/Yankees tickets, we were still way ahead of the game, financially speaking. They arrived home at close to 2:30am, but I think they would both agree it was all well worth it.<br /><br />The biggest thrill of the night came after the 30 minute 5th inning rain delay. Most people left the ballpark at that time due to fact that the Yankees were beating us pretty badly because, having already clinched a play-off spot and knowing the Yankees had no chance of getting there (I just had to throw that in), we were playing many of our bench players. But because Alex and Josiah endured the rain delay, for the last 4 innings, they got to sit right behind the Red Sox on-deck circle and see everyone up close and personal. They even had quite a few TV appearances. It was quite a night! Yes, I'm a little jealous because I actually never made it to a game this year, but I think Josiah has some great memories to carry with him for a long time.Jennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08645340733279886139noreply@blogger.com3