It’s time to hit the road again. Cleveland, “The Mistake on the Lake” as we Pittsburghers like to call it. In the 1970’s the Cuyahoga River caught fire. Apparently someone threw a lit cigarette into the lake and since it was so polluted the darn thing ignited. Now that’s funny.
Our friends moved to Cleveland a few years ago and since Cleveland is only 2 ½ hours away we take weekend trips there every once in awhile. I hope the road trip isn’t a disaster like our Michigan trip was a few weeks ago. Our friends have three beautiful boys which will be really nice for my son who is currently growing up in a house with two sisters. Put away the Barbies and bring out the tanks, thank god (it’s a dad thing).
The one thing I always do when we go away is to pay attention to how people react to Little Peanut. It doesn’t really make a difference to me how they react, I just get curious. I suppose it’s not a good habit to get into and I’m sure I’ll out grow it, but Little Peanut is only 16 months now and we are still rookies. I feel that my wife and I have come along way but we are still, in my opinion, over protective of Peanut. Our plan is to parent peanut the same way we do our other two typical children.
I’m not sure where this post is heading, but I woke up this morning feeling a little blaa. I think I’m just going to have one of those days. What I do want to say is that since starting this blog a few months ago, I am very grateful to all my readers for their suggestions, support and stories on the beauties and difficulties of raising a child with special needs. It’s nice to know that we are not alone in our quest.
Today is a bla day.