News Flash Via Miss Sassy Pants

Oh, my darling little Brenna.  She delights and frustrates me all the time....really ALL the time.  She was dancing around on her fawn like legs enacting the famous scene from Bambi when she declared how very happy she would be when winter finally arrived.  "I can't wait to wear my pajamas all day and never leave home"  I gently explained that she couldn't wear pajamas to school......devastating news for her, right?  She immediately pops off that she would not be attending school in the winter because she is allergic.  Huh?  No, she is not allergic to school, but to winter itself.  She was quite certain this was indeed the truth because she "always gets sick in the winter, duh, mom."  What?  It is true.  I guess I need to get her allergy information updated.....

So what creative excuses have your children given to get out of school?

One year ago...

One year ago, we met our sons for the first time. Trenton and Trey have become such a huge part of our lives. It is so difficult to remember life without them. Trenton had some huge adjustment issues we had to work through and looking back it is amazing how far he has come. Trenton was diagnosed as Oppositional Defiant, ADHD, LD and Attachment Disordered. I will never forget the first time we took him to Wal-mart and he tried to just walk off. After several warnings, I made him hold my hand. That did not go over well at all and he literally melted to the floor. It was as if every bone in his body suddenly disappeared and I had a jelly boy on my hands. So what exactly do you do when you have a 7 year-old boy lying on the ground in front of a very busy milk section of Wal-Mart? Well, Jason just took the other kids and walked off. He shot me a smirk on his way out of the very embarrassing situation. Lucky guy. So there I stood holding the limp hand of my boneless boy. There was no talking him down. We stood there for what felt like an eternity. The one thing he wanted, I could not, would not give. He wanted me to let go of his hand. I seriously think I have a hunch back for the eternity I spent bent over him holding his hand. To be honest, I don't really remember how I finally got him to stand up. I just remember not wanting to go shopping for a long, long time and believe me that is saying something!!!
***Warning***  Some of the language following may be offensive to some readers.  Children with attachment issues have often been exposed to inappropriate language.  Trenton could swear like none other when he was angry. Now if someone says "stupid" he gasps and runs to tell me. One of my favorite memories was when he called me a "dumb a-s-s" and informed me that it spelled "ass." When I asked him if he could spell "dumb" he was the one dumbfounded. Once when he was so mad, he called me a "son of an a$$hole." After telling him that I had already heard all of the swear words and he couldn't shock me, he just had to prove me wrong.  
After homeschooling Trenton for the remainder of the year and practicing attachment parenting, he is back in mainstream school and is doing great. He is off all of the medications and is so much happier. We can and do go shopping without incident. Today when he was saying his prayers, he thanked God for his mom and dad. What more could I ask for?