Operation Tubetop

I'm trying to write this post but people are distracting me on Facebook with their punny brilliance. This morning I wrote that I was coming up with titles for the book I am writing and I came up with Melange a Trois or Mother Fiaker! If you live in Vienna, or have lived in Vienna, you will be tickled pink at my brilliance. Well, I amuse myself but friends have taken it to the next level. I don't have time to copy and paste right now but my word... most of these are going in my book as chapter titles (thanks to a suggestion from a friend) and yes... I will be taking full credit for the amazing brilliance happening on my wall. In other news, the Kid is on the mend. He has been home all week and the Husband and the Nanny (and that is not a sentence I ever want to write again) have been able to coordinate and so I haven't had to miss any work. I have missed a lot of work due to the two hospital visits so it was great to get a full week of work in. Last night I had a meeting

So for the first time ever, I didn't break down into sobs while talking to a specialist. I think this has a lot to do with the fact that we met a great therapist last Friday and I feel pretty confident about the future. The Kid is sick again. This is getting a little too Munchausen by Proxy for me. Jeebus. Give us a break with the sicknesses. He has stayed home the last couple of days. This morning he woke up and promptly threw up on me.and he had a fever which led to me kicking the Husband awake and yelling "RED ALERT! RED ALERT!" I threw some Parkemed down his gullet and took his temperature after 30 minutes and finally felt safe enough to head to work. He hasn't had a fever all day but his cough is a mess. He is currently asleep on the sofa beside me, grunting like a Gremlin. The poor little guy. Hopefully he will be back to his old self in a couple of days. Today we had another appointment at the Autism center. This is the same place that we had an appoint

This past month has been a little crazy so I haven't had too much time to get offended about things that happen at Billa or on the news... but don't you worry your pretty heads because I have been busy having thoughts, making observations and discovering discoveries so this is kind of a keyword post. Follow me! The ongoing neverending diet : I have lost a teeny tiny bit of weight. Now let's not get too excited. I am down 7 pounds since New Years but I have probably put on and taken off the same freaking 7 pounds every other week. But hey, down is down and the good news is that I am feeling a lot more energetic...so that's a plus. Just 30 pounds to go. Now I want a Twix. The park stink : Ok, so about 6 months ago I started noticing that one part of our park had a stanky stink; almost like dog poop. I was pissed but confused because there really didn't seem to be a source and I also had to wonder about what kind of dog could produce such foulness.This took up

Oh wow does it feel great to be done with all the hospital stuff. Thursday was incredibly traumatic for all of us and I think the Kid might have some trust issues. Oh, and there will be no sleep training for a while. I have regressed. He can do no wrong. It feels so good to be back home - I truly feel like I have been stuck in limbo for about a month now. Hospital post coming at a later date because I just can't right now. In other news, we met with a therapist on Friday morning. She is an autism specialist and besides the fact that she looks incredibly young, she seems incredibly competent. She suggested we focus on his speech and I have to agree. I cannot wait to get started with her. Most likely it will be on Fridays at 8 a.m. Her office is on Mariahilferstrasse so taking a crowded bus there will be awesome. Yesterday I took the Kid to a Kinder Disko. I was not looking forward to it but it turned out to be a lot fun - I'm writing an article about it soon and I will l

We are off in the next couple of hours. The Kid is running around pretty happy that the Mommy is home with him. This afternoon we have an EEG and if I can go by the last time he did it a couple of weeks ago... it will no doubt be horrific. There will be spitting. But this time we are bringing new boxed sets of pacifiers because at this point, that's his currency. The EEG doesn't bother me. It is the putting under tomorrow for the MRI. We know that the seizures were caused by a terrible strain of flu but I think it is good for us to get it anyway based on his loss of language over the past year. It has been just a terrible time and makes me realize how important my family is and how support from others has been key in stopping me from jumping out the window. I need to surround myself with positivity because my son needs me. We all imagine what our life is going to bring us. That our children will be "normal" and work will be rewarding and that we will be content but

Tomorrow is the big day, the big show. The Kid is having his 4th birthday party. His actual birthday isn't until Tuesday but that day is the Fasching Party at the kindergarten. Fasching is the Austro/German carnival and it kind of sucks that Fasching sounds so like Fascist. Whooops. Adults and kids dress up on Fat Tuesday and eat jelly doughnuts in preparation for lent. Or, as I like to call it, sucks to be you. Us Jews just have to fast for a day. Holla! Winning! Sigh. Anyway... tomorrow is a big day for me. Even though it really is a big day for the Kid... but the truth of the matter is, is that he could not care less about a party. Or, at least, we don't think he does. As most of you know, he has lost his language this past year and it is heart breaking but I keep hope eternal that it will come back. I think he did say "Mommy" today when a commercial for the Victoria's Secret fashion show was on but the camera was on Ed Sheeran... so... actually... he proba

I cannot believe that it has been 2 weeks since the worst night of my life. I keep thinking how blessed I am to have my little man and to see his face everyday. I am still a bit of a nervous wreck because next Thursday he is getting an MRI and will be put under for that... cue internal freak out from me. We are spending the night at the hospital on Wednesday and that will bring back all sorts of terrible memories. Let's just get this thing done and over with, please! But on to happier things like... my birthday!!! Heh. Yesterday was the big 3-4. I have been a little ambivalent about the age. It doesn't really strike me as being all that significant. I decided a while back not to have a party. I've been tired and I've been busy and after the event a couple of weeks ago, I truly need to take it easy. I'm also still battling this stupid cough and what is this? A pity party?! No! Not today. Anyway, yesterday was my birthday and the awesome thing is that my office ma

Oh man! Is it good to be back. If you follow my page on Facebook, you would have seen that my son had a febrile seizure on January 29th. It was the worst moment of my life and I can't really write about it - the actual moment. But I will say that I thought my son was dying and the memory still makes me want to scream, cry and throw up. I wouldn't wish this on anyone to ever witness and I will never forget it. And when he is older, and he is speaking, and he gets in trouble, he will most likely bring it up because that will stop me in my tracks and want to hug him. Stop! Mommy hug! So I won't go into detail about the actual event because I just can't right now, but I did make some observations over the course of our one week stay at the hospital because by day 3, my sense of humor returned because the doctors were able to tell us it was the flu and that is what caused the two seizures and I no longer had to think about meningitis or God knows what else that went thro