It's not a secret that my parents are divorcing and the chain of events following the announcement are starting to snowball. Last Friday, my dad came to live with us and to be completely honest: I feel like I won the lottery. As happy as I am that my dad is here, I still worry … Continue reading Disperse
Author: fourjordans
Autism family looking to spread awareness and understanding one adventure at a time. We are amateur parents doing our best for our kids.
Mostly written from the perspective of Mrs. Jordan.
Chick-Fil-A
Story time y'all! Every so often I have a Friday off from work and pick up D from school. This particular Friday he got his progress note or report card. I skimmed through it at a red light and was so proud of D's progress I decided to take him to Chick-Fil-A for lunch. I … Continue reading Chick-Fil-A
Daycare Drama Queen
Baby A has been going to daycare for a month now, it is the same daycare she went to as an infant and D before her. Yesterday, I walked by the front office on my way to pick up Baby A from her class and I overheard the director speaking to a parent about their … Continue reading Daycare Drama Queen
Swimming
I'm enrolling D in swimming lessons again this summer and I can't wait. His gross motor skills have improved since last year and I have read articles in the past about how swimming promotes and improves cognitive and speech abilities in kids on the spectrum. I'm a believer after last summer. D loves water. Initially, … Continue reading Swimming
Toy Story 3
The last museum I took the kids to was the Perot Museum of Nature and Science in Dallas. We started in the kids museum in the Lower Level and worked our way up to the dinosaur exhibit on the fourth floor. I'm still trying to expose the kids to a slew of activities to see … Continue reading Toy Story 3
Uncle Mike
My brother enlisted in the Marine Corps a couple of weeks ago. He is 21 years old and the youngest of my parents' four children. I left home when he was barely seven and there are some days I forget he is an adult now. Most of what I remember about him is from his … Continue reading Uncle Mike
Marcal
My father grabbed his backpack, kissed my mother goodbye and rushed out the door, he didn't want to be late for his first day at his new job. In his excitement he forgot to say goodbye to me. I had just turned five years old. Christmas was around the corner. I still remember his damp … Continue reading Marcal
