Cookies, Cookies, Cookies

My son's "passion project" as a sixth year happened today.   There were going to be cookies given out to the families at school as they came for pickup.   My sweet daughter to the rescue.  She made cookies after cookies for the whole school aside from those that needed gluten-free or were vegan.  Those we bought to make sure we met all qualifications.   

My daughter cooked not only loads of cookies for her brother's event, she even brought me a little bowl of uncooked cookie dough—my favourite.   I do love my children.  Even if they're about to be middle schoolers!

So Sleepy

I have no idea what happened to me today.  I couldn't stay awake after a long morning meeting.   I was so asleep that when my husband woke me up to get the children, I was so groggy I had to blast the cold air on me to wake up when I started driving.  

I got home, told my daughter I was still tired and went back to sleep.   I'm fine now, But I don't know why I was so tired.  

The Most Understanding Children:  My children don't think I'm lazy when I sleep during the day.  They know I need to take a break, usually because I'm in pain.  I wish they didn't know I was in pain, but I can't hide it from them at this point.   Still, they're very sweet. 

Mouse Up!

Okay, it's still a trackpad, but it's working again.  Apparently, it was at 0% battery, and the charging cable I plugged in wasn't charging it.  When I put a proper cable in it, it started working straight away. 

The Big Boy Update:  My son went to school for career day in slacks and a button-down white dress shirt.   He wanted to be a Real Estate agent just like his father.   Two generations of real estate agents in the family.  I am so proud.

The Tiny Girl Chronicles:  My daughter loves those little eggs or plaster blocks that you pretend to be the archaeologist and dig things up.   She got a dozen eggs from Aunt A for Christmas, and she loved them.   She got her father to get these big gold blocks of yellow sand, and you could get actual gold for one in twenty, it said.   She bought several of these things, and I fear the table is permanently marred from the fiercely stuck-together sand that made up this block.  She got three, and it's taken her the better part of a week to get them opened.  Wouldn't you know it, the last one had the actual gold in it.   A teeny tiny bit of gold protected in some cardboard paper.   She was thrilled. 

Mouse Down!

Well, it's not a mouse, it's a track pad or touch pad or whatever Apple calls it.   It just died.  I thought perhaps I'd missed the messages about the battery being low on charge and could I please charge it up overnight.   It's plugged in now and nothing is working.   So I'm trying to use as few motions and clicks as possible to get this post done since the laptop is way off to the side from the monitor and keyboard. 

The Tiny Girl Chronicles:  My daughter ended her year with the Capital City Girls Choir by singing the national anthem for a baseball game here.   We ran into her music therapist and she might want to do some work with her to train her voice if she's going to try to do some voice acting. 

The Angry Big Boy:  My son was so furious all day today.  Then tonight he felt horrible and had a stomach ache.   He had multiple fairly major things he needed to do for the last week of school.   He made it to eleven and got it all done with the help of two adults hovering over him trying to help

My Daughter, The Older Younger Child

My daughter is very mature for her age.  She has to be given all she's been through.  She takes care of her homework and anything else she needs to know for school, although she can be forgetful about things and then panic when she remembers.   But she is also my youngest child by a number of years in many things.   

If she's uncomfortable in a situation, like this most recent visit with her psychiatrist, she sat on the floor and played with trucks, and I mean played with trucks like she was a toddler.  She can be thrown off by things and it reverts her.   I suppose we can all do this to a degree.   I know she's really uncomfortable when this happens with her. 

My son is similar.   He is super mature when he's thinking about the friends he has over all the time.  But sometimes he acts like a little boy in bed who only talks in baby talk.  Not that my son has any less reasons to feel insecure, but I always feel more for my daughter when it happens to her.   The world is much harder on her in a lot of ways.    

About My Daughter—Questions

When I get in a call or in a meeting or anything online with people the conversation of late is almost always about my daughter first.   People have questions about different things, number one being if she's completely blind, why does she wear glasses? 

All of the questions are valid and I've told my daughter the next video we do is going to have to start with a Q&A discussion.   It's been very sweet that people are asking questions and worried they're going to offend us or her or that it's an inappropriate question.   We all need to learn and the good news is we're not easily offended.   

Hopefully we can educate people about  blindness, or at least our experience with blindness.   

300 Plus

My son was very happy today.  For his Passion Project, they have sold more than three hundred dollars to go to the American Cancer Society with his Luminary event.   It will be at school the night before the last day.   We're going to have something to eat and drink hopefully to have children and families come to see the event and say goodbye. 

It will be the night before my son leaves his school forever.   He's been there for eleven years.   It's all he really knows.   I'm going to miss the school a huge amount myself too.  

The Tiny Girl Chronicles:  My daughter has a smattering of new canes.  She didn't want to go to a tapping cane until we found one from another company that was very light.   But it didn't fold up.   Now she has some folding canes that are so tiny and light.   They'll fit in your back pocket.