Our Version of Normal

It may just be me, but it seems with all the heavy promoting by various organizations, parents and other people for the acceptance of children with special needs, that we, as a whole, are trying to sell everyone a better more desirable version of the child and their disability.   I say that as news stories abound everywhere on social media like Facebook, Instagram and Twitter with pictures galore of children and adults with Down syndrome, autism or other disabilities participating in athletics like cheerleading, basketball, or wrestling on school teams, graduating from high school with their diploma in hand, modeling for Target, Nordstrom and Toy 'R Us, getting a regular old job or even being a bat boy for the Cincinnati Reds.  Videos of dancers or athletes with Down syndrome blowing people's ever loving minds by their abilities. Marriages, driver's licenses and college bound adults with disabilities are rising.  How about the boy with autism who is a physics geniu...

Warning:  This post involves poo talk, but I felt others may be in the same boat as we were so I felt it was my duty to share this post with the hope it brings sanity (& cleanliness) back to your decorated in crap (literally) house. The title alone should make you shudder... but oh what a brilliant idea. We've had our issues with Lily and potty training. Confession time:  Potty training or lack thereof is probably the most disliked parts of parenting for me. Two were fairly easy to train at least in comparison to their siblings and Dasha arrived potty trained (Thank you God!).  The rest... well suffice to say were low achievers at the art of using a toilet. Autism and/or Down syndrome can really affect the way a child feels about bodily functions. They either go hog wild and embrace, touch, play, throw, smear... you get the idea... with what we find offensive in every single aspect. Or you have the ones who are oblivious to it all and wouldn't care if they l...