Back in May, I wrote this post on weight and body image. I promised that I would do a check in around Labor Day updating on how I’ve done with getting back to a weight that I feel more comfortable with. Continue reading
Growing up, I didn’t really believe in fate. Or soulmates. Or loving marriage. Continue reading
With summer quickly approaching, our household has been dreaming of hot days spent in cool lakes. Naturally, Brad and I thought it would be a good idea to sign Marshall and Vi up for swim lessons.
I was raised in a small town in northern Minnesota; a town where the majority of the population’s last name ended in “son”. Like the majority of Minnesota, it was settled by Norwegians, Germans, and Swedes.
I opened the crisp envelope, just knowing that it would contain a glowing evaluation of my genius son. Knowing that all the hard work he has put in will shine through.
I began reading it with a smile and ended it in tears, he did not meet one goal. Not ONE. His speech therapist wrote kindly of how hard Marshall works, how he is laser focused, how much he impresses her. All the things you would hope to hear, yet no goals met. Marshall’s speech is estimated to be 40% intelligible to those not familiar to him. How? He works so hard! Continue reading