Testing (or: when a morale-booster ends up being demoralizing)

This past week, we got the results of Julianna’s “re-eval.” Now, for those of you who are not immersed in the world of special education, part of the process is that every three years a child must be re-evaluated to make sure they still qualify for special ed. There’s a whole battery of tests, and…

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Mad Lib Theology

Today, I visit my blog to talk about this girl: Wednesday nights, Julianna goes to “church school” (because it’s easier for little kids to say than “religious ed”) while we’re having choir practice. Usually, in the chaos of grabbing boys from the nursery, cleaning up octavos and books, and getting an overtired family of six…

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On Losing A Child, Recognizing the Value of Friends, and the Humbling Realization That Everyone Really Does Know Who You Are

It’s almost too complicated a story to explain. A group of parents were meeting Friday after school, at the Starbucks inside Barnes & Noble, to discuss a topic of mutual concern while the kids perused the books and toys. When it was time to go, I sent Nicholas to get Julianna from the children’s area,…

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The Reason That Dream Was So Scary

I’ll blame it on watching “Logan” late at night. I had this vivid dream in which we were at my parents’ church and in the middle of the Gospel, I realized Julianna’s bus was due to drop her off at home in five minutes. Only my parents’ church is 35 minutes away, and by the…

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The Charm and Challenge of Raising Julianna

In bullet points, in no particular order: Every time we introduce Julianna to a new teacher, be that classroom or for swim lessons, we have to begin with these words: “She likes to pretend she’s more helpless than she is. You have to be firm with her.” The truth is, she manipulates without even realizing…

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The Queen of Random (a Friday Funnies post)

Christian, at bedtime: Hello, Miss Horse Woman. Julianna: Stop that. Christian: Why do you want me to stop? Julianna: Because you are old. Parenting requires a  serious sense of humor. That’s all. With my husband going out of town for a conference, I’m giving myself permission to take a Spring Break from blogging. See you…

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The Orthopedic Surgeon Who Rocked My World (or: The Saga That Isn’t)

You all remember, I’m sure, the saga of the orthotics. I’ve been talking about it periodically for years, both here and on Facebook. After Julianna broke her second brace in January, the orthotist sent us back to the PT. The PT told me she really wasn’t sure what to say except she’d like to see…

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Hulk Update

Julianna, standing in the jewelry store while they’re cleaning Daddy’s ring: “I need a strong man to hold me.” Of all the random things Julianna has said in her life, that one takes the cake. It was so random, I looked around the store for a sign to that effect. (Because that’s what she does.…

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The Gift I Have To Give Is Me

We just came through parent-teacher conference season again, and what we learned in Julianna’s home visit was that although she can read a page that looks like this: her comprehension is stuck on pages that look like this: For anything more complicated than Corduroy, I have to sit with her, read with her, and stop…

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The Minor Frustrations Involved In Raising My Chromosomally-Gifted Girl

When the phone rang during my oh-so-precious work time the other day, I almost decided to ignore it without even checking the caller ID. But there’s always the chance it’s somebody’s school. Which in this case, it was–Julianna’s. It turned out there had been a minor altercation on the bus. Julianna kept touching a boy’s backpack, even…

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